"Use it, definitely use it."

"Mara asked me to keep a low profile."

"Participating in such gatherings is also not allowed."

Turing paused, with one elbow resting on the window frame of the carriage, looking thoughtfully at the slowly passing night scene outside the window, lost in her own thoughts.

The sky was clear, the evening breeze refreshing, and the frosty frost of early winter quietly settled on the shoulders of the white buildings. The prelude to the winter had already been played to its fullest, waiting only for the first flake of snow, as cold as ice, to flutter down, ready to sweep through the entire city with the force of a hundred flowers fading.

Glancing at the approaching Montecristo estate in the distance, Turing smiled faintly.

"...But then again, maybe not."

"If I happen to be in a situation where I only know everyone around me, maybe I can let my guard down a bit and breathe."

"You mean Maria's disciples?"

Merka asked, puzzled.

Turing looked out the window, Merka looked at Turing – in their hearts, a silent agreement existed as to whose view was more beautiful.

"No, I mean Yorkshire, look."

Turing pointed in the direction of the Montecristo estate outside the window. Merka followed her gaze and saw Yorkshire standing in front of a luxurious carriage, welcoming the arriving guests.

Yorkshire stood there like a silent vase, not showing her teeth, watching the guests quietly, afraid that her speech impediment might become the target of their jokes.

As Scarlett, the eldest son of the Montecristo family, stood by Yorkshire's side guiding each guest who came from afar with skill and ease.

When the eldest daughter of the large family personally welcomed guests, it gave each invited ultimate magician a lot of face. At that moment, they would often let go of their usual high-strung demeanor, return the greetings with a smile, and then walk into the venue happily.

"Why is she...coming out in such a situation?"

"She's clearly not used to this atmosphere."

Seeing Merka's puzzled expression, Turing smiled meaningfully.

"You don't know about this, do you?"

"Yorkshire is just for show."

"The mermaid, Yorkshire."

"She is the only ultimate magician of the younger generation in the Montecristo family."

Merka was stunned, turning to look at Turing.

"So powerful? But she's so young."

"And she's an ultimate magician, I've never heard of her before."

Turing shook her head, indicating she was unsure.

"I'm also puzzled why someone so powerful would keep such a low profile."

"And it's as if the head of the Montecristo family insists on keeping her hidden."

The conversation between Merka and Turing gradually faded as the carriage approached closer to the grand castle of the Montecristo family, the speed slowing down, surrounded by the voices of grooms and service staff chatting.

"Oh, Turing, what is your title?"

"I don't think I've ever heard of it."

Merka raised an eyebrow, suddenly thinking about this question, and asked on a whim.

"I'm just called Perfect Cigar, haven't you called me several times already...” Turing blushed slightly, lowering his voice.

"Don't ask unnecessary questions. We're about to reach the reception area soon. You should know the basic etiquette for nobles, right?"

"Mhmm." Merka nodded uncertainly.

"Hiss..."

"Never mind, I'm going invisible. Please don't talk to me for now." Turing held his breath and disappeared in an instant from the carriage.