"Your Majesty Altria."

"...After being imprisoned like this, have you suffered any grievances?"

"There was no press conference, and the court trial was conducted in secrecy."

"Everyone is a bit skeptical that you would actually do something to harm a tabo member of the band."

"Can you tell everyone if you had any reasons for doing so?"

"Or perhaps..."

Turing felt a bit flustered.

The question she feared the most finally came out of the elder's mouth.

This was a very difficult question to answer... If Turing said she was not the murderer and only confessed due to pressure, then she would inevitably shift the blame to either the Oedipus faction or the Maria faction.

But if Turing were to admit that she was the killer, she still felt a bit unwilling... ruining the reputation she had built over so many years in public events in Acadia.

Moreover, how would she explain her motive?

"No. 666, the book I borrowed from the library is about to expire, could you help me return it?"

Anaqui walked in from the living room with a stack of books, seemingly unaware of the elder and the camera she brought, casually placing the books on the coffee table.

"Uh, who are you...?"

Balancing the half-height stack of books, Anaqui glanced at the elder with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, right, I have books to return."

Looking at Anaqui in confusion, Turing seemed to realize something and quickly said, "I'm sorry, let's end our conversation here for now and reschedule, alright?"

Turing used a rather plausible excuse, picked up the book, and pulled Anaqui out of the door.

Although it seemed polite on the surface, Turing knew that she and the elder were unlikely to meet again.

"Uh... don't you need to see me off?"

Anaqui, pushed out of the door by Turing, couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"No, it's okay... sigh, she still has to pack up the camera, who knows if she'll ask something again in the meantime."

Turing's expression darkened a bit. She sighed lightly and glanced in Anaqui's direction.

"Um... thank you for helping me out of that situation."

With a slightly eased expression, Turing extended several tentacles behind her to help herself with the books, also taking Anaqui's book.

Turing sweetly smiled at Anaqui in gratitude.

"Since the elders have met, I think my release is coming soon."

"I spoke to the warden, your bail process should be almost complete."

"Oh, by the way, how's your violin practice going?"

After some thought about the band arrangement, Turing decided to have Anaqui serve as the violinist.

If there were mistakes with the saxophone, it would be quite noticeable, so it was best to handle this dangerous position herself.

"Uh... hehe, not very well, to be honest."

Anaqui's expression seemed a bit unnatural, clearly lacking in confidence.

"Can you switch to playing the guitar instead?"

"When I was in the club, I actually practiced more with those more modern and novel instruments..."

Seeing Anaqui's submissive appearance, Turing couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She raised her hand and lightly threw a chestnut at his forehead.

"You are something else. Do you think Bremen is just like your club, a place of revelry?"

"I'll give you two weeks, make sure you bring your violin skills up to stage level."

"Otherwise, the orchestra won't be able to take you."

Elevating herself with tentacles, Turing gently patted Anaqui's cheek and smirked cunningly.

Turing's tenderness was so profound that even the seasoned Anaqui, who had seen it all, couldn't resist.