Early spring, the day of the final Magic Festival competition, at noon.

Near the Magic Arena, at the bottom of the tower of the Necropolis.

The grand Necropolis tower stood before me at this moment.

A handsome and cold figure leaned against the wall at the bottom of the tower, swaying in the wind. It seemed that as soon as I approached, she would have something to say to me immediately - friendly and natural.

In my memory, she was a little girl named Diana Galleher.

"Miss Turing, Miss Turing."

"Can you help me flip the flower rope?"

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Professor Schopenhauer led Turing, ignoring the figure. As he walked towards the tower of the Necropolis, he explained some of the competition rules to Turing.

Turing just kept her head low, letting her bangs cover her eyes, and listened absentmindedly.

"The elders think that since it is a competition for children from the Eastern Court, it should be left to the teachers from the Eastern Court. So, they thought of having me, the old man from Leibniz Eastern Court, to oversee the competition."

"But the witnesses are not just me, but also the ancestors in heaven,"

"And some cameras purchased by the organizers. So, your competition may be seen by everyone in the country." Schopenhauer smiled faintly.

"Although it may sound a bit cruel to say, in the peaceful and prosperous country of Acadia, the value of battle magic might be only for entertainment."

"You don't mind fighting in front of these cameras, do you?" Schopenhauer said.

Well, it was just those words that anyone would say, including Professor Schopenhauer.

Turing knew what she should do; just nod.

"Well, um... sorry. I can't think of a better way to translate the shape of this flower rope. Looks like Diana has won again."

"Don't take the stairs. It can be quite troublesome." Professor Schopenhauer grabbed the absentminded Turing who was about to walk up the stairs and slowly led him towards a black box on the first floor of the tower.

"Now the tower of the Necropolis has been renovated and equipped with foreign elevators, which saves a lot of trouble. Let's take it."

"I don't suppose Ochiai wants to waste energy before the competition, right?"

The black coffin opened its mouth wide, accommodating Turing and the professor who entered.

"What is Turing talking about! Flipping the flower rope is not a game of winning or losing."

"Come, sister, you hold on to me, and I'll think about how to flip the next step..."

"Ding!" The elevator door closed.

"Well, press this... is it this? Now just wait." Schopenhauer fiddled with the button of the elevator, adjusted the instruments, clasped his hands behind his back, and slowly opened his mouth.

"You don't have to be too nervous. Being a double genius is already a very unlucky thing."

"So, no matter who loses this time, no one can deny your talents. Every teacher in the Eastern Court of Leibniz Magic School sees your efforts. Leibniz Magic School will always be proud of you..."

As the floor indicator on the elevator approached the highest floor, Schopenhauer seemed eager to deliver his well-prepared speech, like a prayer, to Turing.

It must be a teacher's blessing to encounter a genius who still needs to grow, or that's what Schopenhauer probably thought, right?

"Professor, why didn't you come up with Diana just now?" Turing finally spoke.

[I clearly saw Diana leaning against the wall below just now, but I pretended not to see her. Could it be that she didn't even want to walk this short distance with me...]

"Oh, uh, I went to pick up that girl Diana before you came, but she didn't respond to me... maybe she will come up by herself later."

The elevator door opened, and a strong gust of wind blew open Turing's cape - and her peach-colored ponytail.

[By the way, how did she flip the flower rope back then?]After that, what should I do next?

What should I do to win under Diana's command?

Under the Summit of the Clouds, at the tip of the Bone Tower, Diana leaned against the edge of a sofa. Holding a cigarette in her hand, even though the sparks had been blown out by the wind, she still held it elegantly.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window behind her had been completely shattered, and the raging wind rushed in, blowing her coat, her twin tails, the buzzing golden crown above her head, and her silver engraved black knee-length skirt - she even had to wear a skirt during the competition.

"Diana...is that you?" Turing was slightly taken aback by the relaxed and comfortable sight created by Diana in front of her. He wanted to ask, but didn't know what to say.

"Flying directly up here, a bit out of line, isn't it?" Diana saw Turing and her left hand holding the cigarette dropped weakly.

"But someone always does out of line things."

"............" Turing did not respond.

"Sigh..." Diana sighed deeply.

"Turing, let's have a real competition. I'm tired of your ambiguous attitude."

"Sometimes I can't tell whether you despise competing with me or you simply don't have the ability to compete."

Diana stood up from the edge of the sofa, holding the smoking pipe, facing Turing, but slowly walking towards Schopenhauer.

"Why am I still being bound by the past?" A feeling of extreme mottled and serene sadness surged into Turing's heart.

"Diana has no responsibility to stay the same, and neither do I."

"Professor, are there any treasures in this world that can enhance magic power?" Diana's tone was aggressive, but there was a trembling feeling inside when listened carefully.

"Of course not. Saying something like that will only make the teacher look down on you." Schopenhauer said.

"I'm going to turn on the camera now. The competition will start then. I hope you consider your own weight before speaking." Schopenhauer took out a piece of paper that looked like an instruction manual and began to adjust the cameras around the venue.

"Sigh..." Diana sighed.

"It's okay, it's all okay."

"I say, Turing, if you dare."

"Please take off your ring... it would be even better if you also take off your shawl, brooch, and waist ornament..." Diana suddenly changed her attitude, and the aggressive momentum vanished.

"I won't force you... I don't have the right to force you. Just like before, Turing sister, I'm just asking you." Diana was so embarrassed that she was almost about to cry, with tears and the cute features matching, her cheeks blushing.

"Look...just like before...didn't you always like to indulge me back then?"

The headlight of the camera had already turned on, but Diana didn't care at all and continued the previous topic. The tone and expression were consistent with the helpless and bitter feeling.

"I don't know what to do anymore, I really have no way! Turing sister!"

"I really, really have no way...this is my last, last plea to you."

"Just for me, use your magic." Diana's voice carried a burning breath that made people speechless, passing through the earlobe, penetrating the eardrum, and directly hitting Turing's brain.

A burning mark appeared on Diana's chest, burning through her clothes and revealing a small area. The burnt scarlet scar spread like vines from Diana's chest; to her ankles, her cheeks, her elbows, and every part of her body that could be attacked.

The tattoo-like scars all over Diana's body burned, and some even invaded her pupils. A touch of gold quietly lit up Diana's left eye, directly burning away the tears in her eyes, shining brilliantly like a divine being.

"It's the volcanic mode...when did Diana learn it?"

"Yeah, I never really understood everything about Diana."【Just like Raphael said, maybe I really see everything as a tool.】

{ "Dreams are sometimes a potent poison." } Turing might have caught a cold today, as he keeps recalling words spoken by others in the past.

【But, but, Merka, if the goal can be achieved, then whatever it takes is inconsequential.】

【This is not a matter of dreams at all.】

【This is a matter of destiny.】

【Even if I try to evade it, one day it will come upon me in a different form.】

"Here it comes, the volcano is about to erupt." Turing abruptly extends his right hand, crushing the pipe, causing sparks to scatter, like fireflies attaching to Turing's hand.

【Let's set it to this magic... the casting is faster this way.】

Several golden serpent-like marks, powerful and strong, instantly climb up Turing's arm. Tearing through his armguards, shredding his cloak, ripping his trouser legs, the golden marks even ignite Turing's eyebrows, leaving the shape of a small The Altria Family crest on Turing's profile.

Dressed in a silk-like attire, revealing a bit of harmless skin, Turing exudes a unique beauty at this moment.

【Perhaps ever since I met Diana, I had a faint awareness that this day would come.】

"In terms of perseverance, I won't lose to anyone," Turing says.

In front of the camera, Schopenhauer, and Diana, Turing casually throws something backward, causing a glass ring to fall and roll several arcs on the ground.

【I will accept the challenge.】

【At any cost.】