Two fireballs rolled up endless waves of flames in this 3,000-square-meter mausoleum, creating a scene that evoked thoughts of death.

However, Turing stood in the intense wind, staring straight ahead with unwavering eyes.

His eyes began to lose focus, his pupils dilated, and his irises gradually turned into spherical crystals that could no longer hold a soul. His once invincible right arm, capable of capturing pillars of fire, slowly relaxed and hung down alongside his left hand. He looked on the verge of collapsing.

Turing's flame weakened slightly, while Diana's flames on the other side began to overpower his.

["Diana has already started without giving me time to think."]

["In the limited time I have, there is only one possible strategy for victory."]

["By setting magic in advance using the 'volcano mode,' I can achieve the goal of being able to use magic even without the ring."]

["But during this process, magma-like magic will accumulate inside the body."]

["Without magic protection, even though the surface of the body will be protected by the 'volcano mode,' it will be like having been burned by magma internally."]

"I will destroy you, Turing!" Diana, clearly consumed by rage, screamed at the top of her lungs, oblivious to Turing's strange state. Her anger strained every vein in her neck, and compared to her previously gentle voice, her roar now sounded particularly hoarse and desperate.

With a powerful step, the entire tower trembled. Carrying a strong wind, Diana, faster than the sound barrier, was already in front of Turing. Her hand, adorned with golden marks, struck at Turing's face with lightning speed.

["But I am not afraid of death at all."]

[or rather, "It would be better if I died like this."]

"Inferno Lung, Inferno Breath." From Turing's purple lips, Diana heard a simple incantation that she had heard countless times before.

[Perhaps I'm just playing dumb.]

[Diana wants to outsmart me.]

[The Academy wants to use me as a tool for fame.]

[Mother wants to control me.]

[I know all this.]

A miracle occurred under Turing's control.

A blue flame, transformed by the immense pressure of the fire, roared out of Turing's mouth.

Even the melting furnace became a temporary accelerant. In the scene where the furious god of fire slowly rose, every substance that had not been so intimately connected with fire turned into a member of the sea of flames.

As if it were a sacred book, the admonition of the flame demon burst forth like a moment when the holy truth was lightly revealed, and destruction surged out of Pandora's box. The burning scorched earth didn't even entice death to linger; the blazing trees of fire were more magnificent than the Milky Way.

Incredible flames surged, compressed, and in that instant, Diana, who had previously been within reach of Turing, was pushed against the corner wall by the surging flames.

Diana, in disbelief, couldn't even imprint the vomit and sweat on Turing's eyes before she was engulfed by the blazing inferno.

[I just couldn't help it.]

[If I weren't a boy, I could have easily resolved all of this.]

[If it weren't for me...]

Under the exaggerated inferno, which even the dragons in knight novels likely hadn't suffered, Diana, along with the wall behind her, fell from the tower.

Meanwhile, under the surveillance of the cameras and Schopenhauer, Turing maintained her flawless, perfect noble image and silently kneeled on the ground.

[If I didn't exist from the beginning, would my mother have a daughter who could achieve perfection in everything?]

For a long time, bricks turned into sand, and sand cooled into dust; dust turned into mist, and the mist gradually dissipated. The mausoleum finally returned to its previous calm and solemn state.

"Sigh... I guess the competition is over like this." Schopenhauer sighed, then after a while, he approached several cameras that were still intact and turned them off one by one.Then Schopenhauer walked across the melted floor and came to the broken base of the wall where Diana had fallen before, and looked down.

"That child shouldn't be dead, right?" Speaking to himself, Schopenhauer moved his body again and slowly walked back to Turing's side.

"Sorry for the intrusion." Schopenhauer silently squatted down and said to the lifeless Turing.

His finger reached for Turing's neck, gently pressing down, seemingly wanting to feel the frequency of Turing's heartbeat.

However, the fingertips did not feel the rhythm of a heartbeat as Schopenhauer had expected, nor did they feel a pulse as silent as death. Turing's body, like mud, completely collapsed under Schopenhauer's touch.

Not to mention muscles, it is possible that even the bones are completely gone. Schopenhauer estimated that Turing's body had turned into a mass of pulp.

With only the volcano mode supporting the surface of the body and no magic to protect the cavities, the whole Turing can be said to have only his skin remaining the same as before.

"He... is dead beyond dead." Schopenhauer stroked his chin, lowered his eyelids, and bowed his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"But don't worry, Arcia and I have exchanged words." Schopenhauer bent down and picked up a glass ring not far away, putting it back on Turing's finger.

[I'm not sure why, but that's how I should be thinking...]

[But now my emotions are somewhat subtle.]

He then took out a roll of bandages from his pocket, layer by layer wrapping them around Turing's body. After wrapping it up, covering it with a thin cloth, Schopenhauer gently lifted Turing up in a princess carry.

[Could it be... could it be that I don't want to die again?]

"It's destiny, child."

"Your skin is not damaged, which happens to prevent your soul from escaping."

"Arcia also happened to give the East Court a coffin flower when you enrolled."

"If we use this precious coffin flower on you, it can be considered as the East Court repaying Arcia's favor." Holding Turing, Schopenhauer walked to a window sill that had not been destroyed behind him and made two strange sounds.

"Goo-goo." A round-headed owl suddenly flew up to the window frame, tilting its head and looking at Schopenhauer, making the same sound in response.

"Go, have someone take Galleher away."

"I have other things to take care of now."

...

[Looking back now, it's probably because of a sea of flowers.]

[A long-lost dream of mine.]

[Could it be flowers? Is it the beauty of flowers that keeps me alive?]

Schopenhauer tied Turing to a soft cushion made of sofa pad and placed it in the back seat of the carriage. With the horses whipping and changing horses at the post stations, it took a day and a night for Schopenhauer to finally return to the East Court thousands of miles away.

Declining the professors' banquet and refusing the dean's enthusiastic greetings, Schopenhauer quickly explained his purpose, and everyone instantly became serious.

"Coffin flowers can bring peace to the soul as long as the person's soul is still there and the magic is sufficient. No matter what kind of injury she receives, it can recover over time." Schopenhauer said to the professors.

[No, just having the flowers is not enough.]

[In my dream, I need some details, and I need...]

Under the tense gaze of the dean and other professors, Turing, who was wrapped up like a mummy, was placed into a large coffin filled with coffin flowers by Schopenhauer.

Reaching out to push aside the bandages on Turing's face, Schopenhauer gently said, "I'm afraid you might feel suffocated."

Amidst the commotion, the professors discussed and debated, finally closing the coffin lid, and then one by one left. Until the end, only Schopenhauer was left, reluctantly leaving as well.

Turing, like a work of art, fell into a deep sleep in the embrace of the coffin flowers.

[I also need snow.]

[I also need that person.]

[I must have that person.]

Isn't that how it is? Some people spend their whole lives hoping to experience again a certain experience that they once had and cannot forget, even if there may be no hope at all.So-called humans, that's how it is.

"Oh, ha... ha... ha." Turing woke up from an exquisite coffin, feeling a throbbing pain in his head and a lingering fear in his heart.

Turing originally wanted to lift his hand to check his physical condition, but unexpectedly, a shower of vibrant flowers bloomed in the air.

【So beautiful...】

Pale and soft petals, seemingly fragile yet highly resilient, stubbornly drifting and withering, creating a sense of responsibility beyond one's own capabilities.

In fact, the shower of flowers is just like snow.

Shaken, Turing temporarily lost the ability to contemplate his current situation.

"Miss!!!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl rushed over and hugged Turing, startling him.

"Miss... Do you know you've been unconscious for two weeks... I was so scared. Wuuu..." The girl sobbed and cried, wiping her tears and snot on Turing.

Turing glanced at the smokebell flowers in the coffin, then looked at the smokebell in front of him, and a certain answer formed in his mind.

Not minding the tears and snot staining his body, Turing gently held Smokebell in his arms, gradually revealing a smile.

"It's alright... Thank you, Smokebell, you saved me," Turing whispered in Smokebell's ear.

"What is the Miss talking about... I... wuuu... I didn't do anything," Smokebell choked back sobs.

Turing continued to smile.

【Did Mom predict even this step?】

【I don't think she could have...】

In the peaceful spring day, the two temporarily forgot about social class and age, embracing each other and expressing their longing for a second chance at life.