The Altria Family, Erisburg, Mancheng Garden, 1998, Night.

"Under the divine protection of the one true God of St. De, everything led by the humans of Acadia is filled with vitality."

"But certain foolish creatures, such as the monsters, do not appreciate the gift of abundant life. Instead, they attempt to invert the master-servant relationship and blur the lines of cause and effect with the power of magic."

"And so, the wise people of Acadia created a festival called the Fireworks Festival."

"During the Fireworks Festival, the people ignite the prairie with magical fire. The magical fire, bound by a covenant with the gods, does not harm the people of Acadia, but instead burns away animals and plants."

"Dancing amidst the smoke and fire that envelop the prairie is the people of Acadia's tribute to the supreme gods."

"But this festival is not just for celebrating the grace of the divine lord towards his people."

"It is also meant to kill the plants that, after bathing in magic for many years, are on the verge of becoming monsters and to prevent wild birds from turning into beasts that harm people by consuming plants with excessive magic."

"Magic is the privilege of those who serve as the masters' servants."

"And in order to maintain the order of the magical world, the six major families have emerged from the Acadia people who originally rejected fame and fortune."

"They guard against the wicked who secretly enrich themselves with magic and resist outsiders who have their eyes on their land."

"Fairness dictates that the ruling family of the six major families changes every seven years."

"The method of selecting the family relies on..."

Wednesday sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, reciting the bible, only to find Turing, who was sitting on the same bench leaning against the stone table, already dozing off.

Wednesday tightened the coat on Turing and said, "Miss, if you've finished your homework, go back to the house quickly. It will get cold in a few days."

"Hmm, Uncle Wednesday... the prayers of the faithful are really hypnotic."

Turing gently pushed away Wednesday's hand and said, "Uncle, I have already completed the magic theory homework during the break. I am now studying in advance, and I stay up very late every day."

"I'm not afraid of the cold, you should go back and rest first."

The coldness in Turing's hands, touching Wednesday's backhand and pricking Wednesday's heart, couldn't help but make one feel pity.

"Ah, Uncle likes Nizi's unpretentiousness."

"But there is no way to relieve your fatigue."

"And blame Lord Oedipus, why did he have to be so proper as the only child? Wouldn't it be a risk to send away the heir to the family?..."

Wednesday's discontent poured out like a river, and he seemed to feel that the more definite his stance was, the less Turing would suffer from hardship and grievances.

After all, children of Turing's age in Acadia, no matter boys or girls, are still immersed in their parents' love and the playfulness of their companions.

It can even be said that hardly anyone in Acadia lives a difficult life.

But in fact, Turing is not suffering at all, not in the slightest.

"Uncle, don't worry, this is just basic theory."

"I'll be back before midnight, I study more efficiently in the garden."

"You go back quickly, if the butler finds out that you complained about me..."

Ah, Teresa sister."

Wednesday suddenly jumped up as if pricked by a needle, looked around in panic, but found no one except Turing sitting across from him under the lonely candlelight.

"What a girl, she actually learned to tell jokes."

Looking at Wednesday's comical expression, Turing finally couldn't hold back the faintly gloomy expression on his face, and giggled.

"Kiki." With peach-colored shoulder-length hair, a twist in her small aquiline nose, and slightly pursed cherry lips.

Even the jingling accessories on her body and the dark gold crown on her arm seemed to regain the long-lost vitality and move along with Turing's gentle laughter.

"Ah..." Wednesday helplessly scratched his head and let out a long sigh. "Uncle has no abilities, just knows how to talk big. Otherwise, if there's anything you want, Uncle can bring it to you every Wednesday, what do you think?"As a gardener for The Altria Family, Wednesday was the day when I would spend a lot of time at The Altria Family, tending to the flowers in the garden and doing some light chores. The flowers of The Altria Family were obedient and resilient, just like the children of The Altria Family, and did not require much care.

"But, Uncle, the Fireworks Festival is next Wednesday, and I...am a bit busy," Turing's face seemed filled with difficulty.

Wednesday's smiling expression suddenly froze, then quickly recovered. "Oh...right, right, Miss Turing is the North Star, surrounded by countless people in the sky. Uncle's small gift would not be enough to catch your attention at the Fireworks Festival."

"Uncle..." Turing whispered.

"Oh, it's okay. Next time, next time, whatever you want, Uncle will buy it for you. Don't listen to the nonsense the housekeeper says, there are no toys for the children, no snacks. What kind of life is that?" Wednesday stood up, put the large scissors resting on the stone bench and the iron kettle nearby into a large wooden box on his back.

"Uncle, I have to go home and prepare for the new year too. I also wish Miss Turing a happy...oh, look at my old mouth, Miss Turing's new year will definitely be happy," Wednesday nodded lightly.

"No, Uncle..."

"I have never received any gifts at the Fireworks Festival,"

"I don't have time to eat delicious food at the banquet,"

"Nor have I danced on a burning prairie,"

"I don't have my own Fireworks Festival..."

"Uncle," Turing raised his head from the stack of books, like a little rabbit popping its head out of the mountain soil in a hunting ground, full of confusion.

"Tell Uncle your grievances!"

"I also wish you a happy new year." Whether it was the heavy complaints or the grievances, they all melted in Turing's words.

Turing wasn't actually feeling any grievances. After all, everything had not even started yet.

As the eldest son of the prominent Altria Family, Turing still maintained the perfect image of Acadia.

Watching Wednesday uncle bid farewell and walk out, Turing was left alone in the flower garden.

In this late night, where the gods closed their eyes and the curtain of the sky fell, Turing put down the pen in his hand and searched for a golden cigarette, striking several matches before finally lighting it.

"Nobles, especially the children of The Altria Family, must always appear flawless in front of outsiders."

"Dad, please bless me and don't let the nightmares invade my nights anymore." Turing clasped his hands together, praying to his father who was nowhere to be found.

Moonlight and the smoke Turing exhaled intertwined in the warm summer night, gently soothing his sleeping back.

At the same time, they drifted further away, causing Oedipus, gazing at the garden from the castle, to be tainted with a hint of smoke.