Elizabeth hurriedly walked out of the data room, panting nervously.

"Ha... ha..."

This must be the craziest thing I've ever done in my life.

"Why... why did I do this..."

Since Elizabeth picked up the smaller disc belonging to Turing, she had regretted it.

After watching Turing's memories, Elizabeth's regret became indescribable, almost overflowing from her chest.

Knowing secrets of that level, how much disaster would I bring upon myself and my family?

"No, now is not the time to be depressed." Elizabeth quietly crawled under the vast white night. The shadow carrying the silver moon on her back seemed to mature overnight.

"I need to write a letter to my uncle... I need to do it quickly, or else it might be too late."

But even though Elizabeth understands many truths, she won't suddenly become clever - she still can't escape the fate of "not being able to match her talent."

"Director, shouldn't we catch her immediately?" Not far from Elizabeth, a security guard in military uniform asked a young boy next to him.

"No, forget it. She is from a powerful family, let's give her some face." The young boy, Merka, leaned on a civilized cane and stared closely at Elizabeth with his chaotic and dark eyes.

But she is still Turing's lackey...

I just planned with Hamlet about Turing going to the data room, and she came before Turing did.

Could it be such a coincidence?

"I have something to do, so I'm leaving early."

"Be careful tonight, if anyone else comes, make sure to let me know."

"And be careful... if there's danger, prioritize your personal safety." Merka gently patted someone's shoulder and whispered.

"Okay!" Perhaps it's rare to encounter such a gentle boss, the security guard's voice answered firmly and forcefully.

After all, if Turing is discovered, they might even resort to murder to cover it up.

She's not cruel, she just knows too little.

Merka activated his magic and jumped onto the silent wall, looking towards the direction of the boys' dormitory.

"I still have time before my usual leave time. I'll go to Hamlet's place now, maybe I can find out something."

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"Did you say that to Turing like this?" Maria asked.

On the roof, under the moonlit sky, Dungremy sat at the candlelit table, occasionally using a fork to feed bread into her mouth.

Maria, who should have been sitting across from her, uneasily leaned against the railing, holding a delicate footed glass, slowly sipping the drink inside.

"Hisss... It seems like a good way to win over Turing, but there are too many loopholes." Maria noticed the trembling of the liquid in the glass and immediately put it aside. Whenever she holds something for a long time, her arms would tremble constantly - it's an old problem for her.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was planning to discuss it in detail..."

"Sorry, I felt that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when I was alone with Turing in the room... so I took the liberty." Dungremy sincerely confessed, like a student who had made a mistake.

"But rest assured, my loyalty to you will never waver."

"... I wasn't talking about loyalty."

Maria's most capable subordinates were known as her disciples.

After her only daughter, who was the first disciple, died, Maria was left with twelve disciples who held various positions in the monastery.

They were all outstanding in their respective fields, and their abilities were beyond doubt.

However, among them, there was a traitor.

Most likely, it was not Dungremy, but she should be among these disciples.

Maria had tried numerous sneaky methods to deal with Oedipus, but they were easily seen through, which made Maria have to be wary of her closest subordinates.

Many confidential matters could only be handled personally by Maria.

"By making such obvious moves, there's a high chance that Oedipus will notice."

"Although she doesn't have an 'aside' machine to thoroughly examine Turing's memories."

"But the deeper the impression you leave in Turing's mind, the easier it will be for her to discover you."

"This could potentially render our years of planning useless, Dungremy." Maria's face darkened, and she lowered her gaze to the moonlight reflected in her glass.

In fact, Maria didn't know what the plan was exactly. Her only memory was that she had written the plan in her own diary.

Because every year during meetings in the conference room, Oedipus would check memories, and Maria had to use 'aside' to delete all memories related to the plan.

Cruel and ruthless, Oedipus, despite being the leader, would not trust anyone. She would use the 'aside' in the conference room to directly modify the memories of all participants, thus fundamentally controlling the entire Acadia.

But each time, Oedipus only left Maria's memories behind.

Perhaps she wanted to enjoy the struggle of the failures, or perhaps she wanted to implant fear in the Agio family for generations to come.

However, no matter what, Maria's opinions alone couldn't influence any decision made during the meetings.

Every year, she had to go, but it was merely going through the motions.

"... " Dungremy had long stopped eating and silently watched the sorrowful Maria, feeling the countless, intangible loneliness emanating from her.

"Because I feel that it's about time, Lady Maria."

"What do you mean 'about time'? Could it be..." Maria looked at Dungremy in surprise, her eyes flickering with a hint of suspicion. "I understand."

"Next time, take me to the conference room to delete this year's memories regarding Turing... or maybe leave some. It would be strange if I show no sign of resistance at all."

"Think positively, maybe next year I won't lose my memories anymore..." Maria's voice grew softer, as if speaking to herself.

The gloomy atmosphere squeezed out words like water vapor, drifting away and disappearing into the sky, as if blown by the wind.

Doubting her disciples has always been a painful thing.

Dungremy, Provence, Paris... they were all clever and reliable subordinates.

They had all formed deep bonds with her.

But Maria had to separate each one of them and have individual conversations. She did her best to doubt and test the loyalty of each person.

But this kind of pain was child's play compared to what Maria had endured before.

To her, it was just a tip of the iceberg compared to the pain she had experienced in the past.