In the Bremen Music Hall, the terrifying aftermath of the explosion scattered like cannonballs bursting in a cannon, spreading out in the towering golden organ pipes.

Merka, with only half of his body left, dropped heavily from the leaking pipe onto the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

Merka's remaining consciousness drove him to tightly grasp the relic of Joan handed to him by the shadow. He opened his shattered eyes, moved his cracked lips, and chanted the spell of the Descent of the Holy Son.

"Descent of the Holy Son..."

The white radiant flames swiftly climbed up Merka's hair tips, flesh buds sprouted from his severed body, and a massive amount of magical power surged in. After several breaths of time passed, Merka finally escaped from the brink of death.

"Thank you... aside."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died several times."

Merka, who survived the ordeal, lay on the ground, turned over, and exhaled a breath of relief. As his body relaxed, a massive fatigue quickly overwhelmed Merka, threatening to engulf him in a wave of drowsiness.

"Wait... don't sleep yet, Merka, do you know where this is?"

The shadow seemed startled too, sitting beside Merka and speaking with a hint of anxiety.

"Isn't this Lady Marianne's house?"

"I remember my mind was depicting Lady Marianne's house..."

Merka forced himself to focus, turned his head reluctantly, and surveyed the surroundings.

"Is this... the Bremen Music Hall?"

Merka turned his head, his gaze stopping at the massive organ towering above him.

He smiled wryly when he saw the huge hole he had caused—it was as eye-catching as dragon fruit juice stains on a white shirt.

"I see, I was originally thinking of the practice dummy organ at Lady Marianne's house."

"But in my haste, somehow, I ended up thinking of the real organ in the Bremen Music Hall."

"So that's why I got teleported here."

Merka felt a bit embarrassed. The orchestra business had barely started, yet he had managed to blow up the music hall, specifically the central organ.

"Although I don't quite understand what you mean by teleportation."

"But the one who caused such a commotion must be you, right?"

An elderly man leaning on a cane had somehow walked up behind Merka.

He pursed his lips, his eyes shooting two sharp glints as he scrutinized Merka.

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"Is this your bedroom?"

"Um, yes. Does it feel a bit messy..."

"Of course not, very neat. I just feel it's a bit too simple."

"After all, it's like being in prison, hehe."

Today was the day the Elder Council visited.

Turing declined the tedious interview process and only brought one elder to inspect her residence.

The elder brought an outdated, old camera.

Dragging the camera with its twisted wires resembling shattered intestines, the elder pushed it into the room, connected the wires, and prepared for a live broadcast nationwide.

Turing felt a bit awkward. She didn't know what was wrong with her, perhaps realizing the immense responsibility she carried, she could no longer stand confidently in front of the camera as she used to.

She was somewhat afraid, afraid that her enormous fame would add a terrifying power to her words.

She was even more afraid that some innocent people would willingly go to their deaths because of her unintentional words.

She didn't like it at all.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Altria."

The Elder sensed Turing's anxiety. She smiled warmly, slowly stroking Turing's stiff back, affectionately tousling Turing's hair.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just chatting with the people of Acadia who admire you, just to say hello."

"You see, it's all over already, right?"

The Elder escorted Turing out of the bedroom, leading the petite Turing steadily to the sofa in the living room.

"Well... well, it's finally over. Thank you for your concern."

Turing looked a little unsettled as she watched the Elder fiddling with the camera not far away. She couldn't help but pick up the glass of water on the table, taking a sip and pausing for a moment.

"But... even though the questions have indeed been asked. But as long as I'm here, I still want to ask a slightly redundant question on behalf of the people of Acadia staring intently at the TV through the camera on the other end."

This sentence startled Turing, making her sit up straight.