"Excuse me, Your Excellency, what is the meaning of 'right chest'?" Paris always approached knowledge with sincerity and humility.
"If we are talking about the place where Merka has hidden the bomb, shouldn't it be on the left leg?" Paris asked in confusion.
"Wait a minute, Your Excellency, didn't you tell me it was on the right arm?" Bordeaux hastily said, even though she always had a carefree and rebellious demeanor, there was a hint of panic in her tone at this moment.
"Are you telling me about different locations because you suspect me...? Suspect me as the mole?"
Maria noticed that Oedipus was always very familiar with her staff allocation and financial situation. There must be a senior-level traitor within the organization on the Agio side.
And the most symbolic senior executive is the Twelve Apostles.
There is no doubt that there is a mole. The only question now is whether there is one or several.
"No, my child, I don't suspect you." Maria smiled kindly at Bordeaux.
There was a kind of magic in Maria's smile that made you sincerely believe in her connection with the divine.
"I suspect every one of you."
Under Maria's faint smile seemed to be hidden a whole winter.
"I told each of my Twelve Apostles a different location for Merka."
"If there really is a mole from Oedipus among my Twelve Apostles, she would not refrain from telling Oedipus such an important matter."
"And if Oedipus wants to defuse the bomb, he needs to dig out the corresponding area of Merka and then heal her."
"Oedipus would not want to damage too much of Merka's body at once, fearing that she might accidentally kill Merka."
"She can only follow what I've told her."
Maria looked at the two of them, lightly laughing, watching their nervous silence and the inability to speak.
"Do you understand what's really going on now? My dear children."
"In fact, the bomb and such are just a cover story. It would be great if we could really make a nuclear bomb so easy to hide."
"But we can make a device that triggers a signal upon impact."
"Technological devices do not have magical fluctuations, and Oedipus is not familiar with technology, so she wouldn't notice the unknown device hiding in Merka's flesh."
"If different parts of Merka are damaged, the device will immediately emit the corresponding signal to notify me."
"And the different signals will tell me who the informer is."
"But how...how did you...when did you install such a device in Merka's body? You've been so busy recently." Paris continued to ask.
Paris thought of something and suddenly turned pale as if covered in ice and snow.
"Did you do it last year? When Merka had just returned..."
Paris asked cautiously, while Maria gently shook her head.
Paris lowered her head, anxiously rubbing the lace on her skirt, afraid that further questioning would reveal an even more terrible answer.
Bordeaux, on the side, was also extremely frightened. She suddenly felt that all the precious personal experiences she cherished were written by Maria, the bishop standing in front of her.
"You don't have to worry, the call to counterattack is about to sound."
"All the pain in the world will be redeemed, respected."
"There is nothing else to fear."
Maria's figure was sometimes far away, sometimes close.
But for the people of the monastery, the difference was only the distance between the top and bottom of the cross.
They all knew that Maria could sometimes unknowingly unleash the devil's claws, stir up the evil wings of fallen spirits, all to deal with the side effects of having to venture into hell to confront demons.
Maria was still Maria, even if she were nailed to the cross for a thousand years, ten thousand years. She was still Maria, the woman who was said to be closest to God.
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"Mom... Mom..."
"Mom!"
Turing woke up from her nightmare, gasping for breath. Without thinking, she sat up and threw herself into a warm embrace.
Turing buried her entire head in the woman's chest.
"Oh, lovey-dovey." The woman caught Turing steadily and gently patted her soft back. "But don't treat me as your mom, I'm only 17..."
The woman saw Turing's tear-streaked face and couldn't speak, so she continued to gently pat Turing's back.
"Sister, can I call you sister..."
Turing held onto the woman, the demon holding the woman's head still imprinted in Turing's eyes, unable to be shaken off.
"Of course." The woman spoke softly. "But I actually think you look quite similar to my brother and sister. You wouldn't happen to be from the Altria family, would you..."
The woman's words were light and faint, like smoke in the distance, not expecting a response. She disappeared quickly.
After holding her for a while, Turing gradually let go of her embrace.
Taking a deep breath and organizing her thoughts, Turing looked around and realized that this was the place where she saw her sister, the moment her severed hand was bandaged.
But strangely, Turing's hand was not actually severed now.
"Sister... what I'm about to say is very serious. Please listen carefully and tell me any information you can think of."
Turing tried to speak calmly.
"Okay, but I don't actually know much about the current situation."
"I only know that you seemed to be fighting the seal to rescue me from it. But I can't remember why I was sealed in the first place." The woman sat dignifiedly in front of Turing, her voice gentle and magnetic.
"No, no. I want to ask about the past." Turing said, "Do you remember how you got here?"
"Do you know about the seven great demons? Their names? Especially the one called Mastima. Do you know what it looks like? Angels should also have different appearances among themselves..."
"As long as I kill that demon, I can take you out!"
"Oh, you're asking too many questions at once... let me think." As soon as the woman heard the name, she immediately covered her head in pain.
A strange, chilling, inexplicable aura emerged from the woman's body.
In the woman's eyes, there seemed to suddenly appear nictitating membranes like those of crocodiles and lizards. Even as she widened her eyes, the eyeballs remained opaque, like amber.
This was different from the beautiful darkness of Merka, but rather a true, lifeless, and diseased darkness.
"Sis...sis?" Turing stared in astonishment at the woman before him undergoing strange changes.
Suddenly, several tentacles sprouted from her back, powerful and slowly intertwining with each other, forming a large black ring that enveloped her back.
"I remember now. Thank you, unknown good child."
"The only value in this painful world is to be destroyed, to be annihilated."
A horrifying surge of magical energy emanated from the woman, as if creating the universe, and the domineering aura continued to resonate in Turing's small heart.
What sank Turing's heart even further was one thing.
The enraged roars behind Turing seemed to echo the woman's magical energy, continuously penetrating the room and reaching Turing's ears.
A series of booming sounds, like an anchor hitting the ground, came from a distance. Turing knew that it was the sound of angels tearing apart iron chains.
