The dark color seemed to seep from Turing's psychological world into reality, as the noise of the surrounding crowd faded away. Turing felt as if he had been completely pulled into another world by the sudden outstretched hand.
It was as if Turing was completely enveloped in some kind of magic, feeling that the people around him were blurry like the flickering candlelight on a table, unable to see clearly.
The hand and its owner, on the contrary, seemed like an exorcism deity painting, gradually uncovering the layer that covered the legendary face and the light veil of divine touch, soaked in spring water!
"Mother...what are you doing here..." Oedipus, dressed simply, slowly took off her hat - obviously, it was impossible to hide the brilliance of the sun with just a hat.
"It wasn't easy to have a few words with you now," Oedipus gently squatted down. Oedipus, who used to be the same height as Turing, was now slightly shorter when squatting down.
Turing looked around, the surging crowd would subconsciously avoid him when they were about to collide, and those who were chasing after him just now were now chasing after another Turing - it was all the result of some kind of magical spell by Oedipus.
[Is it dropback...?]
[Modifying the perception of others, it's easy to do such things.]
[So...are all the memories Maria gave me true after all?]
Turing looked at Oedipus with a bewildered and complicated look, wanting to ask, but not knowing what to ask.
"Turing, my darling, my child." Oedipus' delicately merged eyebrows and eyes were like slightly opened scallops. If you carefully stared into them, you could clearly see the shining pearl inside.
Oedipus had called Turing darling before, but never so affectionately.
So gentle.
"Even insects have the hearts of tigers and wolves."
"But what can they do? They are really too weak."
"That's why they have to put all their strength into uniting others and separating their opponents."
"After all, this is your first time going out, you're still young, there are many things you don't understand."
"Although I am very worried about you now, I hope we can explain many things to you right away."
"But no, not now."
"The most important thing now is the exam."
"It's all for your future happiness."
Oedipus looked at Turing who was originally frowning as if he had made a mistake, lowed his head, and gently rubbed Turing's head.
[Is...Mother worried about me?]
"You have to believe that everything I do is for your own good. Mother is always on your side."
"When the time comes, come back with a first place, as usual. We can talk about anything at home, alright?"
Turing had never asked Oedipus why she always had to come in first, no matter where she was.
It was fine to say that she wanted to take the first place in terms of the ability to detect, but why did it have to be the first place in the fireworks competition involving marriage with deities?
What if Turing was really selected for the Bouquet ceremony? How could a male marry a deity?
Turing felt that his mother must have her own arrangements, so he never asked.
But what exactly is it? Did his mother make these requests for his own good?
Knowing many insider information, Turing couldn't help but ask himself.
"By the way, who did this braid?" Oedipus gently stroked Turing's head, lightly touching his braid.
In an instant, Turing's facial nerves began to twitch uncontrollably, and his right eyelid seemed to have its own thoughts, slightly twitching.
【Maria... absolutely can't say.】
【Merka... undoubtedly, can't say either.】
【Elizabeth, she already...】
【Am I really someone who can't even find someone to lie for me?】
"I did it myself, mom. I learned it at Lachesis." Turing tightly pursed his lips and spoke. For someone like Turing, who lacked imagination, it was too difficult to make up a person who braided hair out of thin air.
Turing could already imagine the expression his mother would have when questioning him - how could someone like him, who always looked down on any trivial matters in life, like cooking or chores, braid a hairdo like this?
"It looks beautiful, Turing," Oedipus said something that Turing had never dared to imagine in his entire life.
"It suits you very well." Oedipus leaned in closer and brushed Turing's forehead with a water-like cheek.
Before Turing could recover from the shock, he noticed that the colors around him were gradually returning to normal from gray.
Surrounded by a convoy decorated with the Galleher family emblem, they entered the parking lot next to the art gallery.
Turing looked at the dazzling carriage in the center, only revealing a small side of her face, appearing faintly through the car window.
The seemingly indifferent and contemptuous tip of the nose, and the delicate moon-like eyelashes were constantly reminding Turing that it was Diana.
She had already grown from the little sister who used to follow him to a young girl.
"You will surpass her, right?" Oedipus whispered in Turing's ear.
Turing looked at Oedipus's smiling but hidden eyes up close, and nodded calmly.
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"So, about the orphanage..." Merka stood in the office of the Minister of Finance of the monastery, nervously rubbing her hands and speaking anxiously.
"Well, it's taken care of. Lady Maria will personally support the orphanage." The woman tidied up the documents on the desk and casually spoke.
"Really? That's great!" Merka celebrated happily.
"But why didn't all the previous funding applications work, and why is it different this time? Besides, we need funding for repairing the monastery soon, right?" Merka asked.
"Those were in the past, this is now. Actually, it doesn't take much money to repair the monastery. Just use magic to pile up the land and fix the building."
"And most importantly, the sacred tree hasn't been damaged in the slightest, which can be considered fortunate in the midst of misfortune." The woman folded the documents and put them on the table.
"That kind of disaster... was there no damage at all?" Merka furrowed her brow, as if recalling something.
"Yeah."
"To be honest, I don't understand why Lady Maria did this."
"The law clearly states that it prohibits any family from financially supporting the company or group that houses a cursed child in any form."
"Although this is an autonomous region, everything is ultimately decided by Lady Maria."
"But for Lady Maria to do this, it's like she's going against Lady Altria..."
