As Turing pushed open the door and entered the starlit room, the invisibility magic wore off. With Elizabeth's magic depleted, the two girls were fully exposed to the man standing before them.

Seeing the two artificial eyes, Turing immediately understood why she had lost track of the magical fluctuations.

"So he even took his own eyes...," Turing murmured.

"I see, Merka must have reached the point where he doesn't want to see me anymore," she continued.

Turing lowered her head in despair.

"Oh, it seems someone has arrived," the man said, stopping his play with the eyeballs and carefully examining the two girls who had suddenly appeared before him.

"I was wondering who that girl Merka mentioned could be..."

"So, it turns out to be the renowned Miss Altria?" the man smiled kindly, staring deeply at Turing, as if wanting to etch her adorable smiling face into his memory forever.

Indeed, there have been rumors recently that Miss Ochiaia seemed to be particularly interested in a certain boy."

"So, it was Merka all along?"

"It's incredibly...enviable. When he comes back, I'll have a good talk with him." The man placed the book in his hands on the nearby desk, tucked the two artificial eyes into his jacket pocket, stood up from the table, and stretched his stiff body, which had become even more rigid from reading for a long time.

"What... does it mean that there are rumors about me being interested in a certain boy?" Turing suppressed her panicked tone and quickly whispered to Elizabeth, "Hey, have there been such rumors before?"

"Ah..." Elizabeth looked puzzled at Turing's questioning. "All sorts of rumors... there were a few, I guess."

"I thought you didn't care about those rumors and gossip... so I didn't tell you," Elizabeth blinked innocently.

"How could this be..." Unconsciously, Turing clenched her teeth and tightened her small fists.

Cold sweat dripped from Turing's forehead, drop by drop.

"How is it possible... not to care..."

"Damn it..."

"It's all because I was too focused on investigating Merka's matters..."

"To the point where I completely forgot..."

"That there are consequences to doing such things."

Regret flashed in Turing's eyes.

Looking at the man not far away, the inner fury and malice that had been dormant in Turing's heart were once again provoked by the annoying situation before her.

"These rumors seem to have not been confirmed yet... After all, I haven't even heard about them," Turing thought.

"But if this boy in front of me talks about seeing me in the boys' dormitory at night..."

"The rumors about the princess of Ochiaia and a commoner boy will be considered true..."

"What impact will it have on my family's reputation... How will my mother look at me... Those consequences are not something I can bear."

Turing was almost about to raise her hand to cast a spell. For Turing, killing anyone was as easy as lifting a finger.

"Why don't I just do it now instead of enduring those unbearable consequences," she thought.

In a brief inner struggle, the image of Merka's handsome and gentle smile flashed back, and her impulsive and resolute heart inexplicably calmed down.

Turing silently retracted her hand.

"However... young ladies like us really have it tough," the man said, as if he hadn't noticed Turing's change in expression, he walked straight towards the window behind him and said, "Having a secret affair is unexpectedly difficult."

"Perhaps Merka doesn't think it's suitable to meet today." The man paused. "He entrusted me to escort you out."

"Don't worry, I'll keep tonight's visit a secret...Merka is also my friend." The man lifted the partially concealed curtain, and the aurora of Kaguya shone through the thin window screen.

"Of course, that includes the matter of this young lady here." The man came to Turing's side and winked at Elizabeth. "My name is Hamlet."

"If we're talking about full names... there's no need for you two esteemed ladies to bother remembering." Hamlet extended his hand friendly towards Turing, smiling with flattery in his eyes.

Turing frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, before solemnly shaking hands with Hamlet.

Dim light illuminated Turing's palm, emitting a faint glow.

"And what should I call this esteemed lady?" Hamlet smiled again, extending his hand towards Elizabeth.

Under the moonlight, half of Elizabeth's face was covered in shadow. She tightened her cheekbones imperceptibly out of surprise.

However, just as Elizabeth was about to respond and extend her hand, there was a slight commotion outside the room.

"It seems that it's time for the bed check... We need to hurry." Hamlet seemed a bit anxious, retracting his hand and saying.

"Come here... I'll escort you out." Hamlet came to the window, opened a drawer, and took out some ropes and hooks that seemed to have been prepared in advance. It seemed that he planned to escape directly from the window.

Elizabeth also begrudgingly withdrew her outstretched right hand. Her left hand anxiously covered her right hand, gently stroking it as if it had been burnt by something hot.

"No need... Merka isn't here anyway," Turing didn't waste any words and grabbed Elizabeth, who had a mix of emotions on her face. They walked towards the window.

"Fate is always like this... Even the smallest wish doesn't want to come true for me."

Whether it was an illusion or not, compared to Turing's gentle and water-like touch when he entered the boys' dormitory, Elizabeth felt that Turing's hand now was as hard and cold as a stone statue, tightly clasping her own.

"Oh well... But I've actually gotten used to it," Turing sighed mixed with weak murmurs.

In the astonished gazes of Elizabeth and Hamlet, Turing suppressed complex and lengthy magic spells like Invisibility, Feather-Fall, Quench, and Tracking-Disruption into a few words. Within a short two to three seconds, Turing uttered them all and activated the spells.

"We will meet again, Mr. Hamlet."

Turing leaped down from the window, and the fierce wind gathered around him as if it had heard a bugle call, pushing him towards the depths of the dark night.

With Elizabeth, who was filled with fear, held in a princess carry, Turing flew through the lonely night.

The clear night sky, the bright streetlights, and the pedestrians on the road - the serenely beautiful night scene was like a mouth-watering side dish, revealing its captivating brilliance when Chef Turing gently lifted the silvery platter-like wings.

After a moment of silence, Turing gently comforted Elizabeth's back and began speaking, "From now on... I can't search for any more clues about Merka. Otherwise, people with ulterior motives will surely discuss this matter incessantly."

"I can only rely on you to do this."

Elizabeth turned her head to the side, looking at the colorful night scene, silently burdened with worries.

Without paying much attention, Turing continued, "After all, I don't have anyone else to ask..."

"Don't worry, it's not difficult. Hamlet, as Merka's friend, will be the breakthrough point."

"I have cast a programming spell on Hamlet for two months... At meal times, his body emits a slight magical fluctuation."

"He probably won't appear anywhere outside the cafeteria during meal times, right? You should be able to easily find him just by feeling my magical resonance in the cafeteria."

Turing looked at Elizabeth in his embrace and realized she was absent-minded, not really listening. "I'm sorry... I've said too much that you don't understand. I'll explain all of this in detail when we get back."

"Can you help me?" Turing's tone was like stating an obvious fact when making a request.

"I will do my best to help you achieve your wish... As long as it's within my capabilities, I promise you."

Turing lowered his head to look into Elizabeth's deep eyes, reflecting scattered stardust and a delicate crescent moon.

Instinctively, Turing looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that it had unknowingly become the season of the waxing moon.

The moon in the night, captivatingly beautiful.

"Sister Turing..."

"Can even my wish to learn magic be fulfilled?"