"... This has nothing to do with you, right?"
In the midst of her confusion, Turing had zero interest in what the man in front of her was up to.
All she wanted now was to get a good night's sleep, wait for Merka to come visit her in prison, and then explain the misunderstanding.
【It's better to get a good night's sleep, rest a bit...】
【How did I end up becoming a chimera that day? I still haven’t figured it out...】
With these thoughts, Turing felt overwhelmingly exhausted. Without casting another glance at the man, Turing turned and headed to her bedroom.
"You must be very weary."
"Lately, there have been too many things going on, the situation is volatile, undercover betrayals, and Curseborn lurking in the shadows."
"As someone in a high position like yours, you must endure pressures that us ordinary folks find hard to bear."
"There are many actions you want to take but couldn’t, good intentions leading to bad outcomes, for you, there must be many, many more instances like this..."
"Even after such great effort, at the end of it all, nothing changes."
"I understand that kind of pain, I really do..."
【Good intentions leading to bad outcomes... What does that mean.】
【Is it referring to the fact that I have killed many people and had arguments with Merka?】
【How does he know... Is it just a coincidence.】
"Do you know who I am?"
Turing slightly tilted her head, slightly intrigued by the man's words. With one foot already stepping into her bedroom, she stopped in her tracks.
As she questioned the man, Turing wanted to hear what this man had to say.
"Of course, the renowned young lady's arrival at the royal prison has been the talk of the nation. And I happen to gain such a mystery and elusive roommate."
"Apart from being a perfect beauty, who else could it be?"
For a moment, Turing was caught off guard by the man's words.
"... You seem a bit sleazy, I don't like it."
"Ah."
Upon hearing Turing's words, the man seemed momentarily stunned, then burst into self-deprecating laughter, laughing uncontrollably, bending over laughing.
"Ahahaha, hahahaha~"
"What? Did I manage to surprise you?"
Turing looked at the man in front of her, raising an eyebrow slightly. She didn't think he was crazy just a moment ago, but now, he did seem a bit like that.
"No, no..."
"I just didn’t expect that even esteemed figures like yourself could have such a humorous and witty side."
"Alas, my lackluster career is coming to an end."
"Even when I'm out of a job, I'm still being told the same thing."
The man showed no sign of anger at Turing's words, instead, he seemed to take it as some kind of honor, bowed to Turing and slowly approached her.
It was only when he got really close that Turing realized this man was indeed more robust than she had imagined, and tall.
The man's attractive figure was fully exposed to Turing’s eyes, his slightly raised muscles gently pushing up the deep V-neck cardigan, the aesthetic shape of his arm muscles was on full display, for a male PR representative, it can be said to be completely sufficient.
Though you could tell he worked out, his trapezius muscles hadn’t developed much, causing his round clavicles to sink deeply.
Turing inadvertently glanced over a few times.
"Um, um, um, this doesn't count as being fickle, does it?"
Although Turing indeed had a thing for collarbones, it still depends on the person.
In the current complex and chaotic situation, Turing simply did not have the mood to care about anything other than Merka.
"Unfortunately, all of this is no longer meaningful."
The man in front of Turing spoke meaningfully and handed the balloon in his hand over to Turing.
"What are you doing?"
Turing didn't want to accept things from strangers, but when the man placed the balloon in front of Turing and let go, Turing subconsciously caught the string of the balloon to prevent it from flying away.
"You have trouble falling asleep, don't you?"
"You're a girl who loves to fantasize, and a child who tends to think of things in a negative light, right?"
The man's voice was sweet like a demon's whisper.
The man, nearly six feet tall, lightly squatted down and gently poked the balloon.
Seeing the deformed balloon against his face, Turing couldn't help but subconsciously close his eyes, preparing for the loud explosion and the rush of air from the balloon.
But besides the murmuring of the man, there was no other sound.
"Haunted by nightmares, sleep like deathly silence."
"You must both love and hate sleep, I presume."
Turing abruptly opened his eyes to find that the balloon in his hand had vanished.
Instead, there was a hand reaching towards his cheek — as if the man wanted to touch the faint dark circles around Turing's eyes.
This time, Turing was truly angry.
"What kind of trickery is this? Are you using magic?"
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Turing grabbed the man's rough, dry hand, a terrifying force bursting from the small girl's body, rendering the towering man powerless to move his arm no matter how hard he tried.
