Deeply sniffing.

The fragrance is even clearer from afar.

Inhaling the aroma of stone garlic flowers deeply into his body, Turing turned his head and sweetly smiled at Merka.

"There's more than just that one thing, right?"

"There should be one more thing."

"Dunkirk Sister told me you have something to tell me, did you ask her for something?"

With a slight opening of his mouth, Merka suddenly realized something, his expression somewhat at a loss, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"..."

"You can't hide anything from you at all."

"Indeed, I borrowed some money from her."

"Borrowed money to buy something."

"Turing, do you want to know what I bought?"

Merka's tone seemed to become slightly solemn.

His deep black sapphire eyes shimmered with unspeakable affection, as if the deep blue waves quietly flowing under the ice of the polar night, nourishing the generation after generation of struggling fish during the frozen harsh times.

Not far away, Maria sat with legs crossed, watching with a playful smile as if enjoying a show. She closed her mouth lightly, not saying a word.

"...I, um."

Even the quick-witted Turing couldn't help but be dumbfounded at this moment.

Turing became awkward, stammering and not knowing what to say, a blush creeping up her cheeks as if in anticipation.

Even the two little feet hidden under Turing's white skirt seemed to sense their owner's anxious and uneasy mood, involuntarily rubbing against each other.

"Merka..."

Timidly blushing, Turing lowered her head and closed her eyes slightly, thinking she wasn't ready.

But when she opened her eyes and looked towards Merka, Turing realized she was wrong.

She was ready long ago.

She thought her small and confused heart should be filled with excitement,

——but there was only a tiny bit of excitement.

"Turing, everything I have now is all thanks to you."

"Although the situation where a man relies on a woman might not be seen as wrong in the eyes of the people of Acadia..."

"But I don't see it that way."

"Under your meticulous tenderness, I feel a love almost equal, Turing, I sincerely cherish this feeling."

Merka gently lifted her arm, one hand embracing Turing's fragrant shoulder. He gently leaned closer, pressing his thin red lips gently against Turing's slightly trembling body.

"What I was going to do today, I originally intended to let you do it..."

"Because you are so competitive."

"But I can't wait any longer."

Merka's cheek touched Turing's forehead.

His sluggish tone circulated quietly in Turing's heart, giving a soft, low, and seductive sensation.

"To be honest... Love was once too luxurious for me."

"But on that day at the Lake of Souls in Crotto, I inevitably fell in love with you at first sight."

"In the chaos, you have my heart."

"Only when the winter snow fell upon the city of Lachésis did I finally realize this, all due to carrying out my mission."

"Even though those days were filled with hardship for us."

"But at some point, I began to feel grateful for this long and arduous journey."

"It has allowed me to be by your side unmoved."

"I suddenly understood, heaven didn't deprive me of my right to smoke."

"Rather, it gave me something better."

"You are like a gift from the heavens, addictive like a fine cigar."

"With just a gentle inhale, the whole world is filled with your shadow."

Merka lovingly kissed Turing's forehead.

"Perhaps I have lied to you many times... "

"But I love you immensely."

"Just this one sentence, more sincere than gold, wider than the desert."

With that, suddenly, Merka released their embrace, knelt down before Turing.

With a fair wrist, Merka gently faced Turing, holding in hand a small dark box.

Just a glance at the box's ornamentation, and Turing knew what was inside—a precious item that even their adorned self would look at twice.

With their heart in their throat, Turing's heart pounded in their chest, almost making them want to cry out.

Turing's last bit of reason held on, hanging by a thread of past noble grace.

She really couldn't resist wanting to immediately judge this man before her on the spot.

"Turing, marry me."

"I will make you happy."

Merka opened the small box in their hand, revealing two sparkling diamond rings inside.

"Of course... heheh, getting married here would be too plain."

"Let's consider this an engagement for now, and once we've dealt with the Oedipus matter, we'll have a proper wedding."

"Sound good?"

"Then we'll invite Lady Marianne, the York County, Pope Maria, and all the Twelve Disciples."

"Throw a grand, extravagant party."

Merka took out one of the rings from the box and placed it on their middle finger.

Then, taking out the other diamond ring from the box, Merka gently picked up Turing's drooping hand.

"But the thing is... Turing."

"Turing... do you want this?"

"Once you say... there's no turning back."

Holding Turing's delicate hand, Merka pinched the small ring and slowly aligned it with Turing's middle finger.

At that moment, Merka paused.

Upon feeling Turing's light trembling body, Merka also started to feel nervous.

Swallowing hard, Merka lifted their head with some trepidation to check Turing's expression.

"Merka... Merka."

"I do."

"I have always wanted this."

Tears rolled down her face, Turing's delicate features shimmering like a lotus emerging from water. Each burning droplet cascaded down the lotus, shining more brilliantly than the most dazzling jewels. Unconsciously, Maria had arrived in front of the two of them. She embraced them comfortingly, whispering something to Turing and Merka. Before long, Turing's weeping ceased. In the presence of Maria, Merka placed a ring on Turing's finger. "Till death do us part," Merka declared. "Yes, till death do us part," Turing replied with a smile, wiping away her tears.