"…probably being pushed out by other Curseborn."

"No place to stay."

"Had to come to the city to make a living."

"How, how could this happen?"

Turing was taken aback, looking at Merka's tense cheekbones, she understood that Merka's current expression was non-negotiable.

"Let's go."

Merka grabbed Turing's small hand, weaving through the moonlit shadows, walking hastily as if escaping.

"But, but…"

"Turing, we can't save everyone."

Merka faced the slanting moonlight, the indigo silhouette tattoos on his face, highlighting his snow-white doll-like face with a soft yet masculine aura.

"Even if we give her money, it may not necessarily be a good thing."

"Rather, if we give her money and other Curseborn see it, she's more likely to be ostracized."

"And what about the others you've saved?"

"Even if the girl you saved wants to have a child, what then?"

"Isn't it just passing on the endless cycle of suffering?"

"I am a Curseborn, so I know better, I…"

Watching the somewhat anxious and almost self-talking Merka, Turing squeezed his hand slightly, showing concern.

Merka's hand was large, with fingers as slender as a girl's, yet solid and reassuring. The mottled blue veins stood out on his hand, giving off a fragile yet dependable beauty.

"Merka, you're bleeding."

"Don't be sad... I was just talking casually just now."

Upon hearing Turing's reminder, Merka paused, realizing he had been walking too fast.

Licking his moistened lips, Merka noticed that he had bitten his lip in nervousness.

Halting his steps that were on the verge of running, Merka stood still and turned to look back at Turing.

The adorable Turing still captivated Merka just like that moment they met at the Red Port train station, stirring his emotions - Turing's purity and beauty were like enduring, unchanging jade diamonds.

The restlessness and stinging sensation that had cropped up suddenly vanished. The unnamed flames of insecurity were gently extinguished by Turing's soothing presence.

As the noisy thoughts settled down, Merka couldn't help but feel touched; love was truly as magical as a dream.

Standing in the ethereal moonlight that rippled like water, the two held hands tightly, an ancient Platonic love overflowing from their window-like eyes, blending in the ambiguous atmosphere.

As the atmosphere reached its peak, it seemed like an emotional deep kiss was needed to culminate the moment.

But this pleasant atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by a sudden greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Merka. The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

Approaching them was a girl carrying a lantern, wrapped in winter clothes.

Seeing the way she was dressed in a police uniform, one could tell she was a patrol officer in the area. Having the fortune to have met Merka at a recent mage gathering, she decided to greet them when she coincidentally saw him.

"Ah, um, hello. Are you still working this late?" Merka, who was interrupted at a critical moment, replied casually with a few words of greeting.

"Yeah, lately the relationships between major families have been tense, so we've been patrolling more frequently."

"The station is in chaos, yet they want us to strengthen patrols at this time."

"Sigh, as a detective arranged within the station, I'm being ostracized by other cops."

"Everyone says I'm an undercover agent for Lord Oedipus and wants to kick me out."

The officer picked up his cap, adjusted it, and complained discontentedly.

"And even my superiors won't support me. The world is really becoming harder to navigate..."

"Well, we can't just chat during work. I still have several areas to patrol."

The girl lifted the chandelier, tapped the dim light like fireflies, and saw the faces of Merka and Turing clearly.

But due to the backdrop, the girl didn't recognize Turing.

"Is she your girlfriend? She's really cute."

"Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves."

The officer waved, carrying a small light source, and walked away.

"Who is this again?"

"Your social circle is getting wider now, huh?"

Watching the girl walk back in the direction she came from, Turing said softly.

Hearing a hint of jealousy in Turing's tone, Merka could only smile wryly, licking his lips and flipping his tongue.

"We met at a magician's gathering, and she joined the Cuturb police at a young age."

"She's currently a special officer at the Pop City police station on Cuturb's military assignment."

"Her name is Lyudmila (Людмила), but everyone calls her Mira."

Turing pouted, his thoughts unknown.

"...You must have met a lot of girls at magician gatherings."

What a leading question, my goodness.

Are there even guys at magician gatherings?

Curseborn is really too refined to bring up.

If it weren't for Pope Maria's recommendation, I wouldn't have been able to go myself.

Merka was truly helpless. He felt that he was starting to have trouble understanding Turing. The atmosphere was just fine a moment ago, so how did it suddenly become like this?

"They are all colleagues; basically, we haven't exchanged more than three sentences."