Dunkirk opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
After her lips moved several times, Dunkirk ultimately hesitated to speak.
Subconsciously, she fished out a cigarette from her pocket, intending to smoke.
"And sister, speak frankly."
"Since you are living in our house now, you'll have to listen to my arrangements in the future."
Turing extended a tentacle and snatched the cigarette box Dunkirk had just taken out of her pocket.
"For example, cigarettes."
"Merka is a Curseborn and cannot smoke."
"In the future, please smoke outside."
Turing pouted, as if there was no room for negotiation in this matter.
"Huh? In this freezing weather, do you really have the heart to let me smoke outside?"
Dunkirk couldn't hold it in anymore, she tilted her head slightly and complained helplessly.
"I'm telling you, trying to restrain him is for your own good."
"You really don't understand, if you pamper him like this now, what will happen after you get married in the future?"
"Moreover, he is an independent man with his own source of income."
"Men like him are difficult to discipline."
Turing pursed her lips, arrogantly turned her head to the other side, not bothering to listen to Dunkirk's ramblings.
"Hmph, sorry, I don't need it."
Letting out a sigh, Dunkirk lowered her head in compromise, quietly reached out her hand, and took her cigarette back from Turing.
"After suffering losses, you'll learn."
Without saying more, Turing led Dunkirk to the guest room on the second floor of the villa.
After briefly placing the luggage, Turing bid farewell to Dunkirk.
"That's it, Dunkirk."
"Tonight, Merka is going to the magician's banquet."
"Although I wasn't invited, I still want to go and accompany him."
"I'll go tidy up a bit first."
Dunkirk watched Turing, who was about to leave, gently grabbed Turing's hand, calling out to her.
"Wait, I'm going too."
"Oh right."
After a brief recollection, Turing suddenly remembered that all the Twelve Apostles seemed to be on the guest list for the banquet.
So, Dunkirk would definitely be going as well.
"Do you have a dress for the banquet?"
"You can't show up in military uniform at the banquet."
Dunkirk looked at Turing, shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed, and then smiled confidently.
"Sister Dunkirk, are you going to give me a dress?!"
Turing's eyes lit up, catching onto Dunkirk's hidden meaning.
"A dress... I can't afford to buy one, sister."
"But I have an alternative solution."
Mysteriously kneeling down, Dunkirk opened one of her suitcases, taking out a small box hidden inside.
The small box was exquisitely crafted, with a cute yet slightly extravagant lock at the opening. Truth be told, if Turing were to be honest, this kind of delicate little trinket that girls liked did not match Dunkirk's demeanor.
Dunkirk used her key to unlock the box, revealing various photos of beautiful dresses from different angles inside the small box to Turing.
"Sis, when I was younger, liking cute clothes was completely normal."
"But those clothes just don't suit me anymore, I seem to have outgrown them without realizing."
"Now that I've reached the age of marriage, it's even less appropriate for me to wear that style of clothing."
"So, I decided to take photos of them, to keep as memories."
【Memories...?】
【Is keeping memories really an adult's way of healing?】
【Merka... was right.】
Turing flipped through the photos of beautiful evening gowns in the Dunkirk collection, which also included scenic views from all over the country and even abroad.
"Wow, sis, you're amazing."
"But when do you get the chance to take so many photos?"
【For Acadia people, cameras aren't a common thing either.】
"Now you know where all of sis's money goes, right?"
"In her free time, sis likes to dabble in photography."
"That might be a rather strange hobby for Acadia people."
"But I actually find it quite enjoyable."
"Look, a DSLR camera."
Dunkirk opened another box and pulled out a complex-structured, metallic-looking machine.
Just as Turing was still looking at the strange mechanical creature in Dunkirk's hand, there was a click, and a flash startled Turing.
"See, isn't it cute?"
Dunkirk turned the camera towards Turing, displaying the surprised profile that she had just caught on camera, showing it to Turing.
Seeing her own surprised expression, Turing looked at Dunkirk with a puzzled expression and asked, "But what does this have to do with me not having an evening gown?"
