After the competition, the Devil walked to the entrance of the arena. Piece by piece, the rocky helmet on his body fell off, revealing his originally smooth and delicate skin.

"Hoo, hoo..." Turing gasped for breath and leaned against the wall near the exit for a while.

"Did I go too far?" Turing shook his head.

"It's not excessive at all if it's for Mom." Turing replied.

"Let's take a rest in the audience seats. Diana's competition is in the afternoon, I should go and watch." Turing struggled to lift his legs and planned to rest in the VIP seats.

However, Turing's footsteps towards the VIP seats stopped when a memory flooded his mind.

"This is how you scared people away, and then you sat there oblivious." The ghost-like murmur echoed in Turing's ears, making him feel wronged.

"Maybe I shouldn't go to the VIP seats." Turing said.

"Let's just find a place to sit." Turing decided.

The afternoon competition starts at one o'clock, so there should be free lunch provided by the organizers at noon - of course, bread and meat are not expensive in Acadia, so this service is expected.

Turing covered his small head with the hood of his robe, found a seat surrounded by girls, and used magic to cover the dark golden crown on his arm.

Girls should sit together with girls, Turing innocently thought.

Listening to the chattering and sighs of the girls beside him, Turing gradually fell into contemplation.

"What kind of food do commoners eat?"

"What do commoners think of magic competitions?"

"What kind of participants do commoners generally like?"

Being with commoners, a natural and stimulating freshness rose in Turing's heart, and he unconsciously stomped his feet lightly.

Looking from top to bottom, from far to near; staring with big eyes, Turing wanted to find something, yet wasn't searching for anything.

"Hmm?" A slender figure slowly moved and appeared in the opposite stands.

He was pushing a huge cart with one hand and holding a lunch box in the other. It was hard to imagine how such a small figure could handle such a big "tail".

He took three steps and paused, walking slower and slower. While distributing lunch to the audience, he seemed to be able to chat and laugh with everyone. From a distance, the seats he passed by were filled with an incredible atmosphere of joy.

"He's so slow, I might not even get to eat lunch by the time the competition starts." Turing was a little dissatisfied and pouted his small mouth.

Suddenly, several people walked out from the entrance, platform, and arena, and they flipped over. They came to the side of the figure and quickly took away a lot of lunch boxes.

They joked around, dispersed, and quickly distributed the lunch boxes to those who hadn't received them yet.

The figure in the distance gradually sped up, and after a while, he came to Turing's vicinity. Under the sunlight, his brilliant smile appeared in front of Turing.

"Is it Merka?" Turing inexplicably felt both happy and sad, as if shrouded in mist.

"Did he see my competition?"

"Has he already recognized my identity?"

But Turing might not actually hope that Merka wouldn't recognize him; he both hoped for Merka's recognition of his magical talent and hoped that the difference in their background wouldn't create a barrier between them.

So he chose silence, not planning to defend himself - not planning to do anything.

Just like usual.

"Oh, oh, thank you. Okay, let's go." Turing replied.

"Yeah, I know there's a nice spot nearby, let's go there." Merka said.

The girls next to him picked up their meals and headed towards the exit of the venue, and most of the other audience members did the same. After all, most people wouldn't choose to eat at the arena, there was a separate venue outside for eating and shopping.

But Turing stayed behind.

"Sisi, you're here." Merka approached Turing and spoke."Uh, are you also here to watch the competition?" Turing wanted to ask, even though it was obvious that she wasn't.

"No no no, I can't afford the ticket for the top eight finals, even though I managed to attend the qualifiers in other regions," Merka scratched her cheek slightly embarrassed.

"I'm just here doing some work for the church," Merka continued.

Upon hearing that, Turing's heart skipped a beat and she quickly replied, "Tickets are also quite expensive for me. I was invited here by the Ochiai family."

"Oh really?" Merka sat down next to Turing and handed her the bento box she had brought.

"By the way, this event is quite spectacular. I should have skipped work earlier to come and watch," Merka sighed as she looked at the arena, which was in a terrible state after the "demons" had wreaked havoc.

"Well..." Turing hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Merka asked.

"The winner of the last match... was my master, Turing," Turing finally said.

"What do you think of her?" Turing couldn't help feeling a rush in her heart as she asked, even more exciting than hunting beasts or taking magic exams.

"Well... you're asking me how I feel..." Merka pondered for a moment.

"Isn't it obvious? She's a perfect person who possesses both wealth and ability," Merka replied.

"Successful people always seem to be the same, whereas ordinary people are much more interesting," Merka continued, but as soon as she finished speaking, Turing visibly drooped her head, looking both pitiful and adorable.

"Wait, did you also participate in the competition?" Merka leaned in closer, gently petting Turing's head, as if afraid that she would drop her head.

"Oh, well, you know, it's not necessary to work so hard," Merka's eyes sparkled with a captivating darkness, like the ink color of the night sky.

"Dreams can sometimes be a lethal poison."

"They can torment you until they are realized."

"Wouldn't it be better to take a little break? Your job should be able to support your everyday expenses," Merka's tone was serious, as if she were much older than Turing.

Turing's pupils trembled in disbelief, and there was a certain tension building up inside her. She wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Feeling Merka's breath, Turing silently looked at the food on her lap for a moment.

"Go ahead and eat, the bread will get cold," Merka's smile was gentle and sunny, making one feel like they could understand his thoughts even without hearing his words.

The competition was about to begin, and Turing opened the bento box and started eating slowly. Merka continued to sit beside her. Based on what he said, it seemed like he had taken time off from his job as a priest to watch the match with Turing.

"The food is so delicious... How can peasant food taste this good?" Turing thought to herself.

Ordinary bread, mashed potatoes, jam, and salted beef seemed magical when eaten with Merka.

The two of them ate and laughed, watching Diana's match, commenting on the strength of the contestants. Although Diana had a fierce expression on her face while competing, Turing wasn't scared at all and felt no pressure.

"Haha." Turing even burst into laughter when Diana tripped over a trench on the ground.

These were actions that Turing wouldn't even dare to think about on a usual day, but today she did them without hesitation.

"Could it be that if I defeat Diana, every week could be as happy as this day?" A sense of happiness that seemed impossible but within reach quietly brewed in Turing's heart.

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Elysburg, 10 PM, before bed

"How was your rest?" Oedipus sat on Turing's bed, gently stroking her head with a soothing fragrance of just-bathed warmth. Turing let out a satisfied "murmur" sound.

"I slept well..." Turing began to speak, but was interrupted."Did little Turing do something bad this morning?" Oedipus interrupted Turing, still smiling.

Listening to Oedipus' gentle voice, Turing couldn't taste any sweetness anymore. It felt as if he was chewing on wax.

"He damaged the arena, so it's not suitable for the final match anymore," Oedipus said.

With a swoosh, Turing's face turned pale, and he started to stutter.

"Can we change the venue then?"

"I will be more careful next time..." Turing thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution. He felt that punishing himself directly would be easier.

"What your mother taught can't solve this, can it?"

"Mom is not all-powerful, right?"

"But Turing is fortunate, someone has already solved this for you."

"After discussions with the leaders and other families, it was decided that your upcoming match with Diana will be held in the Necropolis."

"One, the walls of the Necropolis are strengthened by the ancestral ashes' magic protection, making it even more fortified."

"Two, it's also a way for the ancestors in the heavens to see the qualities of the new generation."

"What do you think, little Turing?"

"Will you allow this to bring a satisfactory conclusion to the whole incident?"

"If it can be resolved like this, that would be great..."

"But, can I beat Diana?"