"Tsk..." Turing looked at the mirror covered in mist and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Taking a shower was the least favorite thing for Turing. She didn't inherit the trait of enjoying bathing from Oedipus after all.

Because standing in front of the mirror, Turing would quickly be reminded of the fact that she wasn't a girl.

Dropback could deceive anyone, but not oneself.

No matter how clever the lie is, there is always a limit.

Turing turned on the faucet on the bathtub to fill it with water and casually rinsed the cream residue from the corner of her mouth that was left from the soup she had just drunk.

"Sister...Can I shower with you? Can I help you wash your back?" Elizabeth finished delivering dinner to Turing and didn't leave immediately. Instead, she followed Turing to Turing's dorm.

Elizabeth roughly wrapped in a towel, opened the glass door of the bathroom. Her exposed joints were reddened by the steam, her damp hair hung down, and her eyes became blurred due to the humidity...

And ambiguous.

Turing saw the towel that caused Elizabeth's breasts to lift, and her eyes became increasingly gloomy and painful.

【There's nothing that can be done about this.】

Turing would always console herself like this.

Interfering in other people's business...

Turing originally wanted to say this, to drive Elizabeth away and not bother herself.

But it was like a child at a party, clearly choosing a watermelon red style outfit meticulously, but changed it before leaving because she was afraid of being accused of copying her mother's style.

Making herself look guilty.

Turing didn't like this feeling at all.

So she continued to shower calmly, keeping her mouth shut.

A trace of disappointment shone in Elizabeth's eyes. She took off her towel and said softly from behind Turing, "Then, let me help you wash your back."

With dropback magic, there would be no unusual feeling even if our skin touched, even if you used instruments to examine the chromosomes. That's why Turing was so confident about physical contact with the opposite sex.

It's just that Turing didn't know to what extent dropback had modified herself, and how she appeared in Elizabeth's eyes.

"Sister has a beautiful body."

This sentence was like a silver needle piercing Turing's eardrum.

Her heart felt an unbearable soreness.

"I mean...Sister, would you fall in love with yourself?" Elizabeth jokingly said with a smile, which felt strange in this silent atmosphere.

"After all...Sister is too excellent. What kind of amazing and rare treasure would it take to match up with you... Don't you have such thoughts?"

The more Turing listened, the more it felt like she was mocking herself...Fall in love with herself? What kind of things should be used to piece together a partner for herself? What a joke!

She was just a girl with a female body...it was something she was born with. What was there to be proud of, worth comparing to thousands of sleepless nights and thousands of plates of sweat and blood?

Coupled with Elizabeth's usual focus on magic training, Turing's anger ignited.

But she just kept it suppressed in her chest.

Elizabeth looked at Turing's unpredictable side profile and bit her lip. Actually, she could tell that no matter what she said next, it would only make the atmosphere more tense.

But what could she do?

What could she do?

She had been desperately trying to bring up topics and pondering Turing's preferences.

The efforts of this month were clearly just to get a little closer to Turing, but the results were always like this.

Turing's perfection was like a genuine jade—cold, beautiful, and flawless.

They say there is no perfect person, but Turing truly had no weaknesses.

Elizabeth felt like she was about to cry behind Turing—no, she already cried.

Tears trickled down from Elizabeth's eyes, mixed with the grievances of this month, and were gradually washed away by the warmth of the bathroom heater.

Looking at the Turing's curvy back in front of her, Elizabeth felt the reliable aura that belonged exclusively to Turing, almost clinging to him. No, Elizabeth was already leaning against him. "I really am like a sticky toffee..." Turing couldn't help but laugh at Elizabeth's words, feeling her noble and reserved demeanor melt away. Turing slightly calmed his mood and finally spoke up, "How was your conversation with Hamlet today?" Before Turing finished speaking, a hot breath spread from his ear. Turing widened his eyes and pulled away from Elizabeth's embrace. "You're something else." Turing distanced himself, seeing that Elizabeth had used half of her flames, even though she hadn't used them yet. But Turing did not show any signs of anger. "You want to bite my ear, don't you? Aren't you afraid of the fireball exploding in your mouth?" Elizabeth put her hands behind her back, pouted slightly, and didn't answer Turing's question. "Take it easy, Turing." "Alright, let's talk about Merka later." "You were standing behind me in the shower just now, but you couldn't hit the whole body. I guess you must be cold." Turing gently supported the already filled bathtub, "Do you want to bathe together for a while?"

"You... bastard." Merka stared at Hamlet with his jet-black eyes, staring fiercely at him. The three pendants on his ear constantly flickered with a dangerous light, emitting a signal of danger. Although Merka lacked some momentum due to the lack of experience in swearing, he still managed to be intimidating. "I told you to distract him, just distract him... Why the fuck did you meet Turing?" Merka faced Hamlet at close range and questioned him. "You're so impulsive, thinking you know the truth..." Merka gritted his teeth, "If Turing loses a single hair, I will make you..." Merka wanted to say something harsh. But his kind-hearted nature wouldn't allow him to say such severe words. "What can you do to me?" Hamlet showed no fear, completely different from his appearance when he joked with Elizabeth. "Do you think you're superior, huh? Don't you realize you're the cursed son?" "Do you really think you're better than us?" Hamlet's eyes became cold and reserved. "Forget it, forget it. I didn't come here to argue with you today..." Hamlet suddenly distanced himself from Merka, his tone softening as well. "I have a permanent solution that will completely separate you from Aohiya." "Not separate! It's goodbye," Merka muttered. "How does this benefit you? You know very well that I can't trust you anymore." "We're already... too different." The chaos in Merka's artificial eye seemed to flow slowly with the solidification of his thoughts. "I don't mind..." "But don't you even have the courage to listen?" The mythical sunset painted Hamlet's thin lips with purple color, hinting at a great predicament that would be revealed from his mouth.