"Ah... Huh?" Turing, sitting in front of the dressing table, stared blankly at the mirror in front of him.

"How... How could this happen?" Two soft, whisker-like hairs appeared on Turing's clean and delicate chin. Turing noticed it, although no one else would notice unless they looked closely.

"Miss, may I come in?" Yingling's youthful and adorable voice came from the other side of the door. Before Turing could respond, the door made a "creak" sound.

"Don't, don't come in." Turing responded in a panic, instinctively waving his hand, and the door was forcefully pushed back by a gust of magical wind. Yingling screamed in fright, as if she almost got her hand caught.

"Miss, what happened? Are you okay?" Yingling was more concerned about her usually approachable master than her own hand.

"I'm fine... Wait, do you have something to tell me, Yingling?" Turing looked around the dressing table, finally picked up a small pair of tweezers.

"I don't have anything to tell you. I just wanted to tidy you up in the morning and have a chat with you."

"And also, Madam wants to see you later," Yingling said.

【Mother?】

"Okay, I got it. I will tidy myself up. You can go back now," Turing unconsciously reached out with the tweezers towards his chin, but inexplicably felt guilty and embarrassed.

"Okay. Then, I'll go now. If you need anything, please summon me at any time," the voice from the other side of the door disappeared. Turing felt that the indescribable shadow on him suddenly disappeared as well, and he felt a slight relief in his heart.

"Alright... Let's go to mother's place." Turing put down the tweezers, looked left and right in front of the mirror, and finally got up.

Picking up his small pipe, Turing took a couple of puffs, then placed it on the table as if it were a jar of fragrance. Putting on his floral-patterned rootless boots, Turing took a small step to the door and pushed it open.

【I hope I haven't annoyed mother recently?】

【Maybe she wants to praise me!】

But what could it be?

Turing arrived at Oedipus's office, where a huge blackboard hung on the bookshelf, projecting the image of a girl--that was Diana.

Oedipus's expression suddenly went back to his usual inscrutable look, and he said, "What's wrong? Little Turing, relax."

"Look, didn't you win?" Turing followed Oedipus's finger and found that there was no image of himself collapsing after the final battle with Diana.

【Was that part not recorded? That's good...】

"Although it wasn't as easy as when mother was young." Oedipus snapped his fingers, and the entire bookshelf in the office twisted and transformed like a Rubik's cube.

Without incantations or pre-set magic, with just a thought from Oedipus, the cabinets split open, revealing an exquisitely crafted golden cup.

【Did mother participate in a competition when she was young?】

"Unfortunately, you skipped the awards ceremony and the interview with reporters. In fact, mother even suspected that you don't like being praised, so you pretended to be dead and slept a little longer." Oedipus sat there smoking a cigarette.

Turing, standing by Oedipus's side, was amazed by her power, but even more amazed by the small trophy.

【It's probably made of crown material.】

【Luckily it's a rotating trophy, otherwise there wouldn't be enough rewards.】

"So, did mother call me here... to praise me?" Turing's heart suddenly bloomed, and he felt like even his thigh nerves were starting to think--if Oedipus said yes, Turing would immediately jump into her arms.

"I'm sorry, it's not." Oedipus said.Turing opened the drawer and took out a damaged, disreputable, old glass ring.

Turing was taken aback and looked at his own hand, where there was clearly a glass ring.

"Turing, you don't think that the ring could still be intact under the high temperatures you released, do you?"

In an instant, Turing felt like his soul had been pierced, and there was a sudden, piercing pain in his body, with cold air rushing in.

"This is the ring you were wearing before. I made another one and replaced it for you." Oedipus played with the ring, his soft whispers filled with power and terror.

"Well, it's useless anyway. I'll give you this broken one." Oedipus put the ring into the small pocket around Turing's waist and even patted it - Turing just stood there dumbly, afraid to move.

[To ruin such a precious treasure... and I even thought about rewarding it?]

Turing's eyes seemed to play tricks on him. He clearly saw the faceless monster from his dream, silently kneeling beside Oedipus' relaxed body - terrifying yet elegant.

"What's wrong, Turing? Disappointed because there are no compliments?"

"I really can't do anything with you. So, let's just leave it at that this time..." Oedipus wrapped one hand around her peach-colored, sexy long hair.

"But of course, I wouldn't say that because Turing has already grown up."

"When Mother was eleven, she was officially recognized as the heir among many sisters. At sixteen, she participated in the competition, and at seventeen, she officially took over the family. And now you're eleven, it seems that there isn't much time left for you, right, little Turing?"

Oedipus oscillated between joy and anger, making it difficult to grasp the boundaries. One second ago, he was in heaven, and the next second, he sank into the abyss. Oedipus' words were like a fisherman's silver hook - wherever the fishing line was cast, the little fish would have to follow.

"The adult world values contracts, you know? No one can escape easily, and rewards and punishments must have corresponding rules and regulations."

"It's for your own good, Turing. I can't just let this matter go."

Oedipus carefully examined Turing's aggrieved face.

Seeing Turing's tearful eyes blur, Oedipus suddenly shifted the focus again.

"But Turing is still growing, after all."

"We can discuss it further... Let's establish a 'good child score' system to transition."

"If Turing does something impressive, he will get one point, and if he does something bad, he will lose one point."

"If he gets a positive one point... let me think, I'll give my little Turing a hug, and with a positive two points, a kiss. How about that?"

Oedipus raised an eyebrow, or maybe not. The deep, gentle depths of her eyes were like a trickling wine spring.

Intoxicated, permeated, the profound gaze of Oedipus seeped into Turing's every pore, transmitting signals of downfall.

"Now that Turing has won this time, let's consider it a balance of merits and demerits." Oedipus and Turing slightly distanced themselves again.