"Sensitive topic?"

"If we are going to talk about sensitive topics..."

Under the quiet night moon, the instruments and furniture filling the room, along with the silent and warm painted walls, seemed to melt into the endless darkness.

Turing lay on the rocking chair.

She felt a sudden connection with the Yorkshire on the opposite piano stool.

As if together, they were exposed under the boundless night sky through the roof.

A desire to reveal something turned into a lump, stuck in her throat, urging Turing to say something.

"Well, I do have a question."

A slender finger tapped lightly on her lips, as if Turing was pondering something profound.

"What did you mean by period pain you mentioned last time?"

[Phew, almost asked the strange question directly about "the structure of girls."]

In fact, when Turing transformed into a girl, she was still formless.

She didn't know the specific bodily structure of a girl, so after transforming into a girl, she could set her internal body as a mass of paste or a pile of octopus-like tentacles.

But she couldn't reproduce a uterus, as she had never actually seen one.

"Huh?"

Yorkshire was stunned.

Then the corners of her mouth involuntarily twisted.

"No, no way?"

"Could it be, could it be that sister, until now, still, still..."

Yorkshire's stuttering worsened, making it impossible for her to complete a sentence for a while.

"Period pain is essentially... uhh."

"Hiss."

Yorkshire took a deep breath, organized her thoughts, intending to explain to Turing using the physiological knowledge she had been taught since kindergarten.

Sizzle, clunk.

"Fixed."

The whole room brightened up, the sense of secrecy and security fading away from both of them like receding tides.

Interrupted in this way, Yorkshire felt the shameful feeling of embarrassment that was hard to express resurfacing in her heart.

Feeling the difficulty of imparting sexual knowledge, Yorkshire licked her lips, changed her mind, and decided to evade the issue.

"Ahaha, it's just a kind of illness of mine."

"Because I'm not actively exercising, always relying on magic, my physical condition is getting worse, allowing illness to take advantage."

I'm sorry, Miss Turing!

It's not that I don't want to explain in detail to you, but one won't understand without experiencing it firsthand!

I hope that when you reach that age later, Miss, someone will be able to help you understand it carefully!

Yorkshire clasped her hands together, silently apologizing to Turing.

"Montecristo, is this brightness okay?"

Merka, standing on a ladder, twisted the light bulb on the roof and asked Yorkshire.

He knew Yorkshire had albinism, and he also knew that people with albinism, just like vampires, are very sensitive to bright light.

The strong light like sunlight is almost fatal to them.

"It's fine, normal brightness is fine."

"I will cast a spell to block UV light."

Yorkshire smiled and gave Merka an OK gesture.

Seeing the determined look in Lady York's eyes, Merka didn't say anything more and slowly climbed down the ladder, holding onto it for support.

"You've worked hard, Merka."

"You always make you do this and that, even though we've all received so much kindness from you."

Lady Marianne smiled warmly as she reached out and helped Merka down from the ladder.

"Oh, it's the least I can do."

"Besides, I also need a relatively calm environment to practice the piano."

Merka responded with a smile.

Seeing Merka so kind and sensible, Lady Marianne sincerely smiled, but then her expression filled with concern.

Leaning in slightly, she asked Merka softly,

"Are you really going to choose York?"

"I went to see her during the last ceremony, and her performance on stage wasn't that impressive."

"And... this child, it seems she's not very willing to perform on stage herself, let alone at the Bremen Music Hall."

Merka gently shook her head, showing a firm attitude.

"She's not unwilling, she's afraid."

"Not wanting and not daring are two different things."

"She's very willing to perform with Turing."

"As long as she's willing, anything is possible."

"Don't worry, I already have a plan to help her overcome stage fright."

Lady Marianne sighed and nodded in agreement with Merka.

And so, with their own thoughts in mind, the four of them returned to their respective positions and began their day of music teaching.