"Turing."

Merka furrowed his brow slightly and opened his mouth. He felt that asking such a question face-to-face was a bit impolite.

"White hair... this white hair here?"

Yorkshire raised a hand and ran it through his soft white hair, looking somewhat somber. He half-closed his slightly red eyes, his expression becoming more cautious.

Glancing to his left side, Yorkshire began to recall his meteoric childhood.

Lost in reminiscence, Yorkshire was like a small bird trying hard to remove thorns from its feathers, afraid of causing pain or injury to itself with just a little effort.

"It’s nothing... it’s nothing."

"If it’s something Turing sister wants to know, I'm willing to talk."

"Oh, it's not necessary to hear."

Turing muttered softly, but Yorkshire seemed not to hear.

【Actually, I’m just curious.】

Though Turing didn't really mind knowing or not, the atmosphere had already been set, so might as well listen.

Leaning against the stone fence, Yorkshire adjusted to a more comfortable position and slowly began to narrate the family secrets known to only a few.

Seemingly deeply touched by those days, Yorkshire's stuttering was momentarily cured.

"My mother, George, is a typical family leader figure."

"She is elegant,"

"Full of strong determination and advocacy,"

"Her speeches are rich in justice and appeal..."

"But she has a fatal flaw that she doesn't show to outsiders."

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"That is her promiscuity."

Ms. George is a woman of extensive experience.

As she was not the legitimate heir of the family, many pressures within the clan were not imposed on her.

Ms. George went abroad. In her childhood, she went abroad with a box full of tobacco, determined to wait until the day when she finished smoking all the cigarettes before returning.

Unfortunately, when she returned, all the cigarettes were smoked, but her empty luggage was not filled with knowledge—instead, it was filled with biases and contempt towards cunning foreigners.

Ms. George is well-versed in both Eastern and Western cultures, having been a professor, a soldier, and even indulged in taboo bands at some point, acting like a drifter with them.

She knows a little bit of everything, finds fault in everything, writes articles effortlessly, but her writings are plain and lack talent; that's Ms. George's true level.

Beautiful and graceful, like a fleeting time.

Though Ms. George, who as an adult had accomplished nothing, was unwilling to waste her time further on education.

Suddenly, she realized that she actually preferred the excitement of making friends or falling in love while traveling over aimlessly wandering.

She, the Duchess George, was ultimately a woman.

And she claimed to be a romantic woman.

This was not only evident in her treatment of her husband and lovers—but inappropriately also reflected in her treatment of her eldest son.

She poured her excessive love onto her eldest son, to the point of it becoming somewhat twisted.

Somewhat twisted? Sorry, I was understating it.

What I mean is "extremely twisted"!

The eldest son was conceived when she made love with a wild boy from who-knows-where, and he was naturally born.

The oxytocin and prostaglandins produced during natural childbirth disturbed her mind, causing her to be confused, unsure of her own feelings.

After all, children born through natural childbirth were rare for thousands of years, and this foolish mother had never heard from anyone around her that there was such a thing as feeling happy about having children.

Under this illusion, she fell in love with her child and had a daughter with him.

Of course, this time she didn't go through the process of natural childbirth again, because in Acadia, there is still a considerable number of people who believe that natural childbirth is a taboo that invites destruction.

The girl born from this is me, Yorkshire.

I am the result of such impure love.

That's why I had various illnesses since I was young.

Albinism, stuttering, polio, dysmenorrhea... well, dysmenorrhea might be my own problem.

In short, if not for my outrageous mother, I wouldn't have to live so cautiously now.

Yes.

It wasn't until I was born that they started to worry and fear.

So they quickly sent someone to hide my birth records and tried to keep me away from various aristocratic occasions as much as possible to prevent some people from discovering such a huge scandal in the aristocratic family.

Now, I don't resent her irresponsibility anymore.

But this woman is not worthy of my love either.

The only thing I am grateful for is the magical talent she left me.

Perhaps due to the aristocratic blood in me becoming purer through inbreeding, my magic power far exceeds that of my peers.

Of course, Mrs. George had quite a bit of magic power to begin with.

You can tell from the fact that she was able to inherit the Montecristo family's position after the "accidental death" of the eldest son.

What? You think I'm wrong? Biased?

Does she have any reservations? Could she be mistaken?

Absolutely not.

She even, just because she didn't want to see me, casually transferred my custody to one of her lovers.

I still remember the first time I saw that man, his resentful eyes that dared not speak a word.

Clearly, to that woman, he was just a tool, why act high and mighty?

But nothing can be done, being at the mercy of others.

Because of this, I have never liked going home since I was little, and I didn't get along well with many children of the same age.

But they couldn't beat me.

They never could.

And now, as a merfolk, they definitely can't beat me.

I also have my own interests, hobbies, and work.

Even without relying on that woman, without relying on my status as the third princess.

At the very least, I can be a guar...

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"To be a guar, guar, guar..."

Watching Yorkshire stutter, Merka couldn't help but feel a cold sweat.

Although his sharp mind several times almost made him want to remind Yorkshire of what to say next, he held it back each time.

After all, no matter how unpretentious Yorkshire was, he is still a high-ranking noble. Interrupting a high-ranking noble's speech is a crime, and depending on the severity of the situation, one could end up spending a week or two in jail.

But Turing did not have as subtle a mind as Merka's. She clapped her hands together as if she had figured something out and exclaimed, "Oh, so that's why you hang swords and guns around your waist, you actually want to be a security guard!"

Hiss.

Merka felt a chill in her heart.

"It's to guard, guard and defend the country, as a soldier!"

"Sis, sis is so annoying!"

"Hmph!"

Frowning in anger, Yorkshire hugged the petite Turing who was a year younger, hitting her with pink fists while also not forgetting to tease Turing.