【I see…】

【So that's how it is.】

Turing suddenly understood what it really meant for two hearts to be in love.

She gazed into Merka's eyes, which she could never tire of looking at, and found a sense of newness stirring in her heart.

A certain switch was flicked open within her.

Turing had a strange sensation, as if she had been transported back to that hazy rainy night at the Smoke Fairy Festival.

Merka appeared a bit shy, and Turing seemed a bit too eager.

They seemed like a long-married couple who had experienced separations and reunions, yet also like two individuals who had just met as young lovers yesterday.

A heartfelt emotion rose from the depths of Turing's heart, telling her that nowhere else in the world could there be a pair as naturally destined as they were, like yin and yang.

【So when I think of Merka…】

【Merka is thinking of me too.】

The ice cubes in Merka's champagne clinked like wind chimes in an evening song, resonating crisply.

As if compelled by something, after a moment of infatuation, Merka set down the champagne, shed his usual delicate image, took a step forward, and embraced Turing tightly.

"It's alright, everything's going to be alright."

Merka gently caressed her as if comforting a dozing mother.

"Even if you can't dance, or smoke a pipe, it doesn't matter."

"In my heart… you are more marvelous than a dance."

"More intoxicating than fireworks."

It was peculiar.

The skin of Turing, which had resisted all weapons and flames in the past, seemed to melt slightly under the simple embrace of Merka's arms.

Turing's cheeks flushed crimson.

She knew that after tonight, she had completely surrendered herself.

She had fallen in love!

There was no one else who could replace him, she couldn't be without him.

She couldn't marry anyone else, couldn't find happiness with anyone else!

No…

"Altria, so you came to the banquet too!"

"Huh? But, but you don't seem like a sister..."

Just as Turing was lost in her thoughts, a girl dressed like an ice fairy appeared suddenly.

Blood-red tassels hung below her chest, and her exotic outfit highlighted her unique personality.

"You can't be serious! Hey, you, you scoundrel."

"How dare you sneak around behind sister's back."

"And with someone who looks so, so much like sister. Watch out, I'm going to, going to expose you to sister!"

With an arrogant pout, the girl, who held her head high like a snow owl, was none other than Little Yorkshire.

As a child of the host family, she wore a military-style dress covered in medals symbolizing various titles, and she carried some peculiar weapons around her waist - Turing noticed, those two odd weapons were named Judgement and Verdict.

"What are you doing? It's me."

"Your voice is too loud, come with me."

Almost attracting unnecessary attention from the people around, Turing quickly covered Yorkshire's mouth, took her little hand, and led her and Merka to the window ledge by the castle.

"Yorkshire... look."

Three people gathered by the window sill, just as Yorkshire was puzzled by what this person who looked so much like her sister was up to, she noticed Turing had already dispelled the backdrop.

Wisteria-like hair floated in the air, and all misunderstandings were dispelled in that hint of crimson.

"Hey! It's, it's sister."

"Sister indeed... so amazing!"

"The transformation magic, executed so flawlessly, that one couldn't tell at all."

Upon seeing the long-awaited Turing sister, Yorkshire's face lit up instantly, smiling widely.

"Oh, you, I don't even know what to say to you."

"Don't you need to host the banquet?"

"I-I stutter so much, my parents don't allow me to speak in public."

"Well, it would be embarrassing anyway."

Yorkshire shook her head in a dejected manner.

"Why aren't you guys inside playing?"

Yorkshire asked.

"Don't feel like smoking."

"Or eating boring Italian food."

Turing replied, with Merka chiming in immediately, and the two shared a smile, filling the air with a sudden burst of joy.

After some more playful banter, the three gazed at the dazzling starry sky, chatting quietly. Gossip, news, views on love – in this short period of time, these three talked about everything.

"It’d be great if I could also have such a romantic love story."

Listening to Turing and Merka’s story from acquaintance to love, Yorkshire, like a young maiden in love, held her hands over her chest, leaning against the railing, praying.

"Ah, what we describe so easily in a few words, in reality..."

Merka sighed, not wanting to bring up the unbearable past.

"Never mind, let's not talk about it."

Turing continued from where Merka left off.

"By the way, I have to ask, why don't your parents even let you try to show up in public?"

"Does it have to do with your white hair?"