"Mr. Merka, what you said, it was a bit too much..."

Yorkshire stepped forward trying to play the peacemaker, but it was clear she picked the wrong side.

"..."

Merka remained silent, avoiding eye contact, afraid to look at the crying Turing, fearing that he would give himself away.

"Alright, alright, let's not argue anymore."

"The two of you, haven't you been through so much hardship together before?"

"Think back to how you felt at that time..."

"Please don't cry anymore, okay?"

Rising from the rocking chair, Lady Marianne quickly shuffled over, using small steps. She leaned on the table, approached Turing and Merka, and gently soothed Turing with her other hand.

It must be said, Lady Marianne, having lived for over fifty years, quickly stopped Turing from crying with just a few words.

"Listen to me, children."

Slowly, Lady Marianne stroked Turing's faint red hair from the top down, first the slender neck, then the delicate shoulders, and finally the narrow back.

Lady Marianne repeatedly comforted Turing, as if soothing the anger in her heart, suppressing the angelic fierceness that roamed between her lungs.

"In this world, there is never a lack of freshness that moves people."

"That's why enduring companionship is so precious."

"The two of you have been together for four years."

"So don't let a moment of conflict ignite true anger."

"In the long years of love, understanding, affection, and companionship, this bit of discord is insignificant, just a trivial episode."

Lady Marianne glanced at both Merka and Turing, seeing that her words had slightly eased their expressions, and she smiled contentedly.

In her heart, no matter how much these two liked to act like adults, like heroes, they were still children who needed guidance and protection.

"But if you're going to be together, arguments are inevitable."

"Let me teach you a trick."

"From now on, each time this happens, you can have a friendship competition."

"The loser will apologize to the winner."

"What do you think?"

Lady Marianne asked with a warm, sunny tone, looking at the silent pair with a smile.

However, her suggestion was met with a disdainful look from Turing.

"Are you trying to placate us like children?"

Merka also disagreed with the approach, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

"In a competition... there's no way I could beat Turing. No matter what we compete in, I'll probably lose."

Lady Marianne was not discouraged by the two's objections. She could see that their relationship had already improved compared to before.

Lady Marianne understood.

In reality, it didn't matter who won this competition.

Because whoever won would likely feel awkward truly receiving an apology from the loser who was not ready to give up.

So the moment the competition ended would be the moment the two made up.

Thinking about this, she still smiled and spoke out her thoughts.

“Let me finish, will you two.”

“Competitions can come in various forms.”

Mrs. Marian pretended to be mysterious, shaking her head and swaying her body, looking like she was teasing a child.

“For example…”

“Your team is still missing a person, right?”

“The two of you can compete to see who can find the next band member first.”

“The one who finds someone first wins.”

“Of course, you can't just pick anyone, only someone with enough ability.”

Mrs. Marian paused, wanting to say something else, but was interrupted by Merka.

“This still isn't comparable.”

“With Turing's personality, she would definitely drag someone over by hook or by crook, without considering others' feelings at all.”

Merka shot Turing a disdainful glance.

“What did you say? I am absolutely not like that!”

Turing slammed the table, stood up abruptly, and scolded angrily.

“This is outrageous! Merka, you blind fool!”

“You tentacled monster! That's exactly what you are!”

Hearing Turing's words as if they were quarreling like elementary school children, Merka couldn't help but laugh with indignation and retorted in the same tone.

“Fine, Merka, just wait!”

“I bet you within a week, I will find a musician even more skilled than you!”

With that said, Turing went straight to the door of the room, slammed it shut, and left.