The ones who truly leave do so without a sound.

They often choose an ordinary day, put on their coats, leave, and never return.

Lonely and intelligent individuals tend to have this kind of sensation.

Those who leave forever are no different from the deceased.

Dunkirk thinks this way.

In her mind, she imagines the former colleagues she personally killed as if they had just gone on a long journey.

Dunkirk inevitably becomes somewhat schizophrenic, to the point where she dares not even attend the funerals of regular friends.

Sometimes full of hatred, sometimes lost.

She doesn't know what to believe, leaving her with a cold, empty heart.

Perhaps it was a flaw she acquired in the laboratory.

Every time Dunkirk tries to start a new relationship, she feels a subtle pang.

"Professor Beaumont, we've arrived at the Justice Gate."

"Get off the carriage here, it's just another five hundred meters from here."

Paris got off the carriage, halted the driver, walked to the carriage's side door, lowered the ladder for disembarking, and said to Beaumont.

"The Justice Gate...?"

Beaumont stepped out of the carriage, took Paris's outstretched hand, and slowly descended from the carriage, asking somewhat puzzledly.

"That massive building over there, is that it? Isn't it magnificent?"

Paris gestured towards a white stone gate not far away and exclaimed.

"I won't be able to accompany you further on this journey, I have some matters to attend to."

"May I have my lovely colleague take over and accompany you next?"

"Oh... alright."

Facing Paris's words, Professor Beaumont's response seemed somewhat peculiar. He gazed into the distance with his serene eyes, looking lost and seemingly pondering something.

"So about Dunkirk..."

Paris was about to call for Dunkirk to accompany Beaumont, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Hey, Paris! What are you still doing here?"

One of the Thirteen Apostles, D'Arong, flapped his wings and descended from the sky. Normally as calm as water, she now looked anxious, clearly something significant had occurred.

Seeing Paris, she dispensed with any noble etiquette or formalities. Hurrying over, she whispered urgently in Paris's ear.

"Something major has happened... Oedipus has arrived with ten thousand Kyopa elite soldiers and is camped on a hill about a kilometer from Lachésis city."

"Madam Maria has ordered us to hurry and provide reinforcements..."

"Let's go quickly!"

Upon hearing D'Arong's words, Paris visibly paled, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Okay... I understand."

Anxiously, Paris turned back to Beaumont.

"I'm sorry, Professor Beaumont, something urgent has come up, and we might not be able to accompany you to the concert."

"You'll have to go on your own this time... If we have the chance to meet again, Paris will surely make it up to you."

"No problem, I'm used to being alone."

Whether it was an illusion or not, Beaumont's expression as he spoke seemed particularly significant.

"However, is the Bremen Music Hall in that direction? As a newcomer to the city, if you leave, I might lose my way a bit."

Beaumont pointed from afar to a uniquely shaped, white, flowing, flame-like colossal building and spoke slowly.

"Yes, that's right... right there."

As the words left her mouth, a sudden pang of déjà vu surged through Paris's heart. Somehow, she felt like she was seeing a terrifying omen in this Professor Beaumont.

Anxious thoughts began to swirl in her mind, memories from days gone by flashing before Paris's mind like a carousel. She scrutinized the professor more intensely, as if he were some kind of monstrous flood.

"So that's it... Merka must be there."

Stepping with delicate strides, Beaumont strolled calmly behind Paris and Dijon. Facing the Bremen Music Hall, he slowly raised his slender, white arm and extended a finger, pointing towards the two women and the music hall behind them.

"Which means Turing is there too, right?"

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"Next up! Please welcome our most beloved award-winning band of the evening, the Clover Band!"

"Now, let's have the four members of the band come up on stage for a speech, and Sir John will present the honorary medals!"

Inside the Bremen Music Hall, Turing and her band had just finished their performance. They were now seated with the Marley couple in the VIP section, awaiting the official awards presentation.

Upon hearing the host's announcement, the Marley couple were nearly moved to tears of joy. Jose embraced Mrs. Marley, and they held each other tightly, unable to contain their emotions.

The four band members were also ecstatic, joking around and finally making their way to the stage.

Merka and Turing walked hand in hand, sweetly making their way to the stage. Hearing the murmurs of admiration from the surrounding nobles, Merka was filled with relief and joy.

Can you hear it... Mulan?

The audience was sighing over the bygone glory of Bastet.

You can rest now.

At this moment, Turing seemed to also feel Merka's happiness and involuntarily tightened her grip on Merka's hand.

【Perhaps, right now, I am the happiest person in this world?】

Turing stole a glance at Merka's gentle face as she waved to the audience, feeling like something inside her was overflowing, almost spilling out.

Excitement and happiness cascaded like a waterfall made of sweet nectar in Turing's heart. It poured down suddenly, drenching Turing to her core.

【Those endless days of pain and suffering, surprisingly, have come to an end.】

Pulling out her other hand, Turing touched her eye bags, realizing that the dark circles had completely disappeared.

From this day forth, Turing finally experienced all the relationships that human life depended on.

Teacher-student relationships, sisterly bonds, friendships, family ties, bonds of comradeship, and love.

Guilt, anger, sadness, loss, melancholy, happiness, joy, anticipation.

Turing could now proudly declare herself a true human, a true woman.

In a daze, she ascended the stage. Turing turned around and saw Anna still bickering with Yorkshire and had not followed them up.

Realizing what was happening, Turing released Merka's hand and prepared to walk back down to fetch Anna.

"Anna from Yorkshire is probably still hesitant to speak in public, I'll go bring her up!"

【Oh, how beautiful and hopeful life is today.】

【Merka and I have finally achieved success together. Meanwhile, Yorkshire has also surpassed itself in the field of music and overcome its psychological barriers.】

【The Marianne couple has finally managed to have a baby after painstaking efforts. They even invited us to visit the embryo cultivation chamber after the concert ends. Surely, their future life is going to get lively.】

【Even An Qi, after finally being released from prison, has earned honor through his own efforts. His future days, even if solely based on this honor, are sure to go smoothly.】

"Wait...don't go."

Suddenly, Merka felt a bit nervous, causing him to subconsciously grab the cuff of Turing's wrist.

A sense of deep pain and a bad premonition arose in Merka's heart, causing the initially fate-believing Merka to start hesitating a bit.

"It's okay, I'll do my best to gently bring Yorkshire up."

"How can we not go on stage? It's the honor of the four of us!"

【Everything is proceeding smoothly, everything is happening successfully.】

【Vibrant hope, like the wild reeds growing along the banks of the lotus-filled river. It makes people confused, it makes them frenzied.】

【It makes me can't help but think...】

【Is such a happy life really something I deserve to enjoy?】

Turing gleefully ran off the stage, seemingly determined to bring the stage-frightened Yorkshire up with him.

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"Some people are newlyweds, some lie forever at the bottom of the river."

"Turing, that's why I say you're childish."

"Because you can never understand."

"What hope is."

"What is hope? It's a prostitute."

“It tempts whoever gives in to it, offering everything.”

"After you sacrifice everything for her, she will abandon you."

Like a setting sun disappearing behind a mountain, Baïmon gradually shed the tattered, extinguished golden robe.

The bewitching azure eyes of Oedipus slowly emerged from the cracked backdrop, coldly staring at the mesmerized Paris and Dijon in front of him.

"Embrace the people and things you love and drown together."

"Incandescent spiral."

The truly catastrophic red vortex appeared at Oedipus's fingertips.

The manic cyclone roared madly, as if a miner drilling through mountains and unclogging earth's veins. It suddenly twisted everything and ruthlessly rushed towards the music hall in the distance.

It turned everything on its path into ashes, as if the heavens and earth were changing color.