When Turing arrived, the snow just stopped falling.

As usual, Turing was fast and agile on the snowy ground, like a snow owl, creating a trail of white waves.

But when he reached the church, Turing suddenly dispelled the magic and walked normally, as if afraid of being seen by others.

"Good evening, you came really early, Sisi."

Merka smiled sweetly, leaving a faint, sweet impression in Turing's heart.

"I want to ask you something," Merka's beckoning gesture intrigued Turing's curiosity.

"Sisi, do you like water?"

It turned out that Merka had been waiting for Turing at the entrance of the church. There was a thin layer of snow on his shoulders, and he was holding a Braille book that outsiders couldn't understand. He smiled lightly, as if he had been waiting for a while.

【Merka is really mysterious, and the books he reads are so unique.】

"It depends on what kind of water? What are you looking at?" Turing noticed that Merka was holding a different Braille book than last time.

"Oh, this is a foreign psychology book. It says water has a healing effect on the soul, so-called hydrotherapy... "

Merka's eyes suddenly became cunning. "But let me keep you in suspense for now."

"Sisi, can you give me your hand?"

【Is he going to give me something?】

Without much thought, Turing reached out his hand.

But Merka suddenly grasped Turing's hand.

But it wasn't just holding hands.

Like a ballet dancer's partner, Merka used his left hand to pull Turing towards him, his right hand wrapped around Turing's back, supporting his waist, and he gently hugged Turing.

"You?" Turing felt like he had been tricked, astonishment and confusion creeping into his mind like little snakes.

It felt tingly and numb.

But the strange feeling was quickly blown away by the gust of wind.

A pair of wings covered Turing's vision.

【Am...am I flying?】

One floor, two floors, three floors.

Turing's line of sight suddenly became level with the spire of Westminster Abbey. Merka, with Turing in tow, soared like a dragonfly, hovering above the ground.

The majestic magic channels burst out from Merka's slender body, squeezed out, constantly converging.

Constantly converging until they formed a pair of thin wings.

Merka's pale blue wings fluttered and flapped like the sky, continuously ascending, ascending.

Continuously ascending until they flew towards the deep space.

The strong winter west winds roared incessantly, and the sad and powerful air currents immediately followed.

But they couldn't tear apart Merka's small wings, instead, they carried them away like dandelion seeds, far away.

【That's Ellensburg.】

Turing looked into the distance.

In the distance, white mist-clad mountains and Ellensburg, like silent monks, surrounded their gods, their noble and flawless beliefs.

But from Turing's perspective at this height, even Ellensburg became a small insect, a small wildflower. It's actually such a huge monster, isn't it?

Is it a bit presumptuous?

"What's wrong, Sisi? Afraid of going too far?" Merka asked while looking at the mesmerized Turing.

"Nothing... Let's go, let's go quickly." Turing replied to Merka.

As if in sync with their desires, the once strong wind suddenly turned into a gale, propelling them forward.

"Ladies of the aristocracy never have to learn common magic, so Sisi never learned this flying magic, right?"

"After all, Sisi and Aoxiya never had the opportunity to learn this kind of magic."

"How about taking this opportunity to learn?"

"Squeeze the magic veins in your body, use them as wings, disturb the airflow, but this way, it's likely to be interfered by someone else's magical fluctuations, so you should be careful..."Gradually, Merka let go.

In Merka's surprised eyes, a pair of dark wings emerged from Turing's back like a spring.

"Sisi, you are really talented. It only took you two sentences to learn, but it took me over a month."

[Actually, I already learned the theory of flight magic. I just haven't practiced it yet.]

[But I don't want to burst your bubble...]

[My mom never praised me so directly before...]

The lightness and sadness of Acadia's winter were so strong that it could make people see the illusion of death. When it was sparse, it was as unrealistic as Turing's random thoughts.

Two beings, one light and one dark, intertwined and twirled until they slowly descended upon a massive lake.

"The Lake of Tranquil Souls, also known as the Perfect Lake. It is not only one of Acadia's prominent freshwater lakes,"

"Its greatest feature is the accompanying Smoke Bell Flowers."

"The Smoke Bell Flowers must grow by the lake, rich in the nectar of the flowers."

"And only lakes with Smoke Bell Flowers growing by their shores, after prolonged exposure to the wind and sun, would have a large amount of the flower's nectar flowing into the lake."

Holding Turing's hand, Merka slowly approached the lakeside.

"Isn't that contradictory?" Turing asked.

"Yes, indeed. Doesn't make much sense, right? But it's like the chicken and the egg question," Merka laughed meaningfully.

"The essence of romance is that it happens naturally, without much logical reasoning," Merka smirked.

"The Lake of Tranquil Souls is not just empty words. The nectar of Smoke Bell Flowers has a magical effect on calming the spirits."

"No small creatures dare to approach the lake with its entire surface covered in nectar," as Merka said.

Indeed, there were no deer drinking water or fish swimming in the lake. It appeared devoid of any life.

Perhaps what Merka meant was that if any small and fragile creature dared to stay here for too long, the tranquil lake would imprison its soul, immerse its body, and let it rest here forever.

But for a confused human, this might be just the right amount of power.

[So calm, so relaxed.]

[Feels like I don't even want to speak anymore.]

Unintentionally, Turing turned his head and looked at Merka, who stood beside him a moment ago.

He felt as if he had a special power.

Without needing to speak, just by looking at Merka, Turing would know what he wanted to do.

Merka smiled at Turing and bent down on his own, as if thinking for himself.

[Does he want to drink water?]

Even though this water was clearly not suitable for drinking, Turing still had this thought.

Merka actually reached out his hand to catch the water.

He held a handful of lake water over his head like the moon around the earth, and poured it into his mouth, causing it to flow down his throat as Turing watched in amazement.

"Um, so cold." Unlike Turing's fantasies, Merka didn't collapse or lose consciousness. He just let out a light sigh, feeling the coldness of winter.

[Yeah, it can be like this, it can be like this. There's really nothing to be afraid of.]

Turing actually laughed, a rare sight. He lightly stepped on the Smoke Bell Flowers that were still blooming in winter, flicked away the flowers, and formed a snowball with one hand, playfully starting a snowball fight with Merka.

Completely ignoring the nobility of their appearance and the consequences of getting their clothes wet, Turing had a great time, playing until he was completely covered in snow.