This year's Fireworks Festival is the most relaxed one.

Generally, tobacco farmers divide tobacco into six parts, like six major families.

The base, halfway between the base and the midsection, light-colored leaves in the midsection, thin leaves in the midsection, thick leaves in the midsection, and the top.

To achieve a tobacco, it must be harvested six times at different stages.

To make a cigar, it must be wrapped in six layers of different tobacco leaves.

And the culmination of these actions is smoking as the seventh step.

The Fireworks Festival is also the same, with a cycle of seven years, resting every seven years.

Except for this year, there is a competition in the Fireworks Festival every year among young girls.

Acadia will have six different rounds of competition, selecting the most outstanding child with the best overall performance, and dressing her in a wedding dress during the season of gorgeous fireworks in the seventh year, completing the "bouquet" ceremony.

The ceremony includes the tobacco ceremony, bestowal, and teaching, and so on. But, all of these are not important.

What the nobles always pay attention to is the miracle that descends from the altar where the towering tree grows, which is the most direct proof of the existence of God in Acadia.

The most outstanding young girl in Acadia is to be married to God. She will walk into the tree hole at the end of the ceremony, dedicate herself to the divine, and obtain endless and eternal happiness.

And the girl's family will also take control of the major political affairs of the six major families as the chairman for the next seven years, overseeing the national army.

The family that has not held the chairmanship for a long time will gradually lose the favor of the divine in their territory.

-- That is to say; the climate is no longer favorable, the crops will no longer bear early and fruitful results, the livestock will no longer be strong and healthy, and the animal husbandry will no longer produce energetic offspring.

In other words, the territory will no longer be called a paradise. How great a punishment this is for the residents of Acadia!

Therefore, the nobles with immediate interests always pay special attention to victory, especially the long-standing Altria Family.

"Why is the Altria Family always so outstanding?!"

"It's okay... Let me, let me beat her until she dares not to win anymore!"

A venting and cruel act is taking place in this festival, where even the clouds are about to ignite.

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In the central city, in the restroom of a large hotel, Turing, covered in blood, leaned against the corner of the wall. He couldn't even call for help anymore because, obviously, his throat was being tightly choked.

This person is Diana.

[How did they happen to find me right before my speech?]

[I see... They added diuretics to the drinks at the banquet.]

Turing, who figured out the method of implementation, weakly lowered his head and began his most skilled skill—endurance.

"It's starting, it's starting, all you know is to just endure like this, right?" Diana's mouth, twisted in disdain, seemed to stretch to the back of her head.

"You don't want to know the reason, you don't care, you think as long as you keep quiet, everything will be fine, right!"

"You always try to find ways to escape from class activities, decline all positions in elections, and ignore all student social activities."

"Clearly, as long as you participate, you'll always be the best, right? But you don't take any responsibility."

"You flatter the professors and ask for special treatment just because they like you. Do you think you can get away without consequences?"

"No... I... don't." Turing, struggling to breathe due to the choked throat, could only make a small sound even if he tightened his neck with force.

"Because of you, because of you... it's all because of you!"

"No matter how hard I strive, you are always number one."

"Do you know how miserable my life is now? I've secretly sought help from you so many times, but you've pretended not to notice."

"My mother even wishes I were dead!"

"Our family hasn't been the head for seventy years..."

Diana cried while cursing Turing with a choked voice.

"Tear her clothes off for me, I want her to not be able to go on stage tonight." Diana released her grip on Turing's throat and instigated the girl who came with her and didn't like Turing.They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, they were all aristocrats.

But at this moment, they were nothing but jealous beasts.

"No... if my clothes were torn, it would be a problem as a boy..."

"Boys cannot be the legitimate eldest son of the Altria Family."

"Boys cannot stay by their mother's side..."

Have you ever seen children fighting? The scene at this moment was definitely not something children could do.

They tore, and if tearing didn't work, they hit; if hitting was blocked, they twisted; if twisting didn't work, they bit. Except for magic, the girls used every possible means to harm others.

The scene was like a few little wild beasts fighting over food.

Oh, I mean, Turing was the food.

After several rounds, Turing's injuries went beyond just bruises; his head was hit against the edge of the water pool, causing a lot of bleeding.

Several clumps of hair were forcefully pulled out, and several pieces of skin were torn off his arms, as if they were burned.

People even worried that the little guy might die like that.

But he didn't, and despite Turing's tenacious resistance, he protected his clothes, as well as his secret.

Turing guarded his secret as if he was protecting his life.

"Tsk, I have to go now. If I'm not around for so long, my mother will suspect where I've been."

"Me too, hmph, we can only say this guy got lucky."

The originally united "Alliance against Turing" scattered, leaving only Diana confronting Turing.

Diana's lips trembled, then closed again. It wasn't until she reached the door that she finally spoke.

"Serves you right." Unfortunately, it wasn't a kind remark.

Perhaps now Diana's heart, like the tears engraved on her face, had become numb and indelible.

Was Diana always like this?

[I can't quite remember.]

Turing struggled to stand up three times and finally managed to stand up, supported by the water pool, walking step by step towards the door.

Looking at the dim light coming through the crack of the door, Turing's broken body had an unusually clear mind.

The door opened halfway, but the outcome had already been determined.

The stage, which should have been slightly chaotic due to the protagonist's tardiness, had a perfect woman speaking on it.

Isn't she Oedipus?

The Oedipus on stage seemed like the creator of the world, with a wave of her hand, she would turn on the dazzling lights, with a smile, she would captivate the crowd.

Her gaze was fixed on the audience, as if she didn't have a care in the world about where Turing had disappeared to for quite some time.

Her signature smile.

Cold like the moon.

Turing leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, so frustrated that he couldn't even use proper grammar:

"What am I even..."