After Turing's slow and unhurried search, it was finally time for dinner.

The originally empty medical office now had a long and crowded line.

Holding the freshly printed medical examination form, Turing flew low over the monastery, searching for Elizabeth's figure.

Elizabeth was actually only twelve or thirteen years old, and thinking about this made Turing smile.

[If I had a younger sister, it would probably feel like this.]

Somehow, deep in Turing's heart, there seemed to be a bit of sibling affection.

But this affection had no corresponding memories as its carrier.

It was just a feeling.

[Elizabeth, you often say that you are the abandoned child of your sister.]

[Since your mother, who loved you, died, you haven't had any happy days.]

[But in reality, there are no happy days in the world of fame and fortune.]

[Your mother, the war countess, was perhaps powerful and gentle.]

[She had the ability to protect you from the noble's comparisons, the competition for power, and the trouble of studying.]

[But your sister is not as outstanding, and in my opinion, she is already doing her best.]

[Sending you to the monastery may be to keep you away from the crumbling family after losing the war countess.]

[After all, since the war countess, as a newly emerged family twenty-something years ago, every member of the family had to be useful, at least achieve something to gain everyone’s respect.]

[But you, Elizabeth?]

[If you aren't a marriage tool, then what value do you have?]

Turing saw Elizabeth sitting under a towering tree in the monastery garden from a distance and slowly sped up.

This was the place where they first met.

In the beginning... Elizabeth actually couldn't stand Turing.

But despite that, when they swept the floor together, she worked diligently, hoping to do everything well.

Although she was clumsy herself.

[Actually, I don't want to tell you.]

[Perhaps you won't be able to get married your whole life.]

[I mean, you won't be able to marry the person you love.]

Turing's eyes seemed to darken unintentionally, and they matched her faint, smoky dark circles perfectly.

"Why did you come here to hide?" Turing lightly landed next to Elizabeth and nodded slightly. Her short nose looked indifferent and strong in the dappled light and shadow of the trees.

Elizabeth sat with her arms hugging her knees on the tree roots, the radiance falling on her, silent as an injured young beast.

"I guess you haven't eaten, and the cafeteria is closed..."

Turing sat down beside Elizabeth without mentioning her previous escape.

"The art room also has a long line, it seems we'll have to go for the medical examination next time."

"That's how life is, unexpected troubles, and it's annoying. You know." Turing took out a bread wrapped in aluminum foil from her pocket, and broke off a piece to hand it to Elizabeth.

"This is what I didn't finish for breakfast. Do you want butter... here." Turing glanced, and noticed that Elizabeth, who had just received the bread, suddenly started crying without warning.

"Sister... why are you so kind to me? I'm so... so useless..." Elizabeth tried to control her crying, but it was futile.

[I never expected you to be useful anyway.]

Turing looked up at the rays of light breaking through the branches above.

[I just thought that maybe this way, I can understand Merka a little bit more... get closer to Merka a little bit more.]

[Actually, it has nothing to do with you at all.]

"Sister." Elizabeth gradually stopped crying and revealed a bitter smile.

"I am engaged to the youngest son of the Monte Cristo family. The wedding will take place after I finish my year-long practice in the monastery."

"What...?" Turing's disbelief slipped out of his mouth before his brain had a chance to process it.

Turing found himself more shaken than he had expected.

"Why... Is this your sister's decision?" Turing asked.

"Not entirely, my sister discussed it with me," Elizabeth replied.

"But I have not given an answer... I think, after all, he is my husband... even someone like me should have some choice."

Although he had anticipated it, Turing still didn't expect it to come so soon.

He never expected to feel so helpless.

Turing remained silent.

"Remember the Smoke Fairy Festival? I went there too."

"I knew I had no chance in the competition even if I went," Turing replied.

"I actually went on a blind date. I also invited that man from the Montecristo family."

"But as soon as that man saw my sister, he was like a lost soul, just like many others, surrounding her."

"It was as if breathing the air around my sister was a great honor..." Elizabeth hugged herself tightly, trembling with insecurity.

Though I was jealous, though it was painful. But amidst those emotions, the first thing that crossed my mind was - I absolutely do not want to marry this man."

"But... recently, when I was writing a letter, I agreed with my sister. I felt that I didn't have the right to be capricious." Elizabeth stopped trembling and her expression returned to calmness.

"What does my sister think...?" Elizabeth grinned and asked with a smile.

"Um... ah, I... wanted to give some advice, but suddenly realized I have no right or reason to say comforting words." Turing wanted to say something helpful, but felt that he had no qualification to do so.

All he could do was be a witness to this tragedy.

"Congratulations... sorry." Turing realized his words were not appropriate and quickly apologized.

How can an unhappy marriage deserve blessings?

"Does my sister only think of congratulations when she knows I am going to marry someone else?" Elizabeth suddenly became assertive, casting aside her usual timidness, and became imposing.

It was a kind of pet-like assertiveness that held no power to intimidate.

"Sister, is there nothing else you want to say?"

Turing vaguely knew what Elizabeth was asking him.

But Turing pretended not to know.

Just like Merka did to Turing.

"I... I will attend the wedding when the time comes." Turing lowered his head and nervously played with his hair.

"Sister..." Elizabeth covered her eyes with one hand and lay down, as if protecting herself from the strong afternoon sunlight.

"Will you be my bridesmaid then? Will you?"

A murky, oppressive feeling surged through Turing's chest. The faint feeling of heartache seemed like a worm about to burst out of Turing's heart.

"Okay, I will." This was the only thing Turing could do.

This was the only solution that Turing could think of.