"Do you...still have that box with you?" Turing asked.

"Well..." the woman replied, "After all, I don't know if we'll be able to come back."

Turing and the woman walked on the gloomy street, the mechanized road covered with tiles and metal, completely different from the ruins where Turing and the angel had caused a commotion.

"At that time, I cooperated with them for the experiments, even though I didn't need to do much, just have my blood drawn for tests."

"But I couldn't stand the boring atmosphere."

"Only Prometheus would play with me at that time."

"Sometimes he would even make some food for me."

"He's a foreigner."

"And in his country, their most famous dish is roasted pork knuckle."

"So including pork knuckle, he would always make some foreign dishes for me to eat."

"And over time, he also gave me his box..."

As the woman walked and reminisced, a touch of charm appeared on her face.

"Enough," Turing pursed his lips and said in pain, "I don't want to hear about those things."

Actually, Turing really wanted to hear.

Despite knowing that this person was not his mother, Turing often had a feeling of closeness. It was as if listening to her stories was like listening to his mother's stories from before.

"I see..." the woman's expression became a bit desolate, "Alright then."

Turing watched the woman walk absentmindedly with the lunchbox in her hand, opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Turing slightly slowed down his walking pace and quietly matched the woman on the same line, then gently held the woman's other empty hand.

Turing was afraid that something unexpected might happen to her again.

Turing, who was a little over 1.5 meters tall, held hands with the woman who was about 1.7 meters tall, walking on the road, truly resembling a mother taking her child.

However, Turing was actually playing the role of the mother.

"Are you a child of the Altria family?" the woman suddenly asked.

"I'm sorry, because you never made your name clear, I've been curious."

"I think you look so much like my younger brother and sister, and your magical attainments are so high, you must surely be a descendant of the Altria family, right?"

"Can I know your full name?"

"Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say." The woman looked at Turing with a faint smile, waiting for Turing's response.

【Even if you know,】

【If you really are Mo Stima...】

【The outcome remains the same.】

Turing let out a long sigh, lowered his voice and said, "Turing."

"My name is Turing Altria."

"You really are from the Altria family!" the woman's joy was evident, her emotions shifting like a child.

"How is the Altria family now?"

"Is my mother Pandora still the head of the family?"

"Has the Beast King in the mountains behind Erisburg been eliminated..."

The woman's mouth fired off questions like a machine gun, and Turing was afraid she would remember something, so he remained silent.

Turing carried the awkwardness and the regret he felt before speaking to the woman with him as they entered the laboratory.

There were coffins of different colors everywhere, some transparent, some opaque, some connected to many pipes, some with broken pipes, some adorned with intricate and intact accessories, and some with control panels smashed to pieces.

"Emergency freezing device...?" Turing's gaze turned to the control panel that had been smashed, and he asked in confusion.

"Well, I suppose it's used to seal the heavens," the woman replied.

The place was in complete chaos, with hardly anything intact.

A cylindrical iron tank rose from the ground like a mountain range in the center of the laboratory, and the coffins, densely packed around it, resembled stars surrounding the moon. Its dark skin and sturdy pipes gave off a terrifying sense of power and helplessness.

As Turing approached it, he suddenly realized how insignificant humans were.

Although Turing couldn't make sense of the various strange arrangements here, Turing knew that the magic here was as dense as freshly whipped cream.

A mournful cry, as if from ancient times, pulsated in Turing's veins, while the eternal greatness scorched through every inch of his blood vessels.

Turing frowned uncomfortably.

"Turing?"

The woman seemed to sense Turing's discomfort and asked.

"I'm fine..." Turing said, walking towards the depths of the laboratory.

As Turing delved deeper, the broken coffins became larger and larger. Most of them were empty, but the names written on them still conveyed the message that they had once housed angels.

A coffin coated in white lacquer gradually caught Turing's eye. Its precious and elegant design retained a heavy metallic and technological feel, making Turing immediately distinguish it from the other coffins.

It was completely transparent and relatively intact compared to the other coffins, with little depletion of the cryogenic liquid inside. Turing looked up closely and was surprised to find a naked person sleeping peacefully with closed eyes inside.

The person's body was abnormally pale, so much so that it almost matched the description of a mosstimer in books.

Turing's gaze shifted to the sticker with the name on the coffin and carefully read it again and again.

Indeed, it said Mosstimer on the paper.

[It says... Mosstimer on here?]

[Could it be that Sister is not Mosstimer after all?]

"Do you find anything?" the woman asked.

Turing acted quickly and swiftly tore off the sticker with the name, so as not to let the woman see.

"I did find something..." Turing whispered.

"But it seems like there's a human inside here?" Turing asked the woman in confusion.

"Oh, you mean this."

"After all, angels can change the size of their bodies. When combined with dropback, they can look like humans."

"Oh, you don't know about dropback, do you?"

"Dropback and aside... just think of them as two powerful spells. Researchers learned these two magics from the angels."

"The former can change one's cognition, while the latter can change one's memory."

"Although we were able to make the angels appear at that time, we couldn't control them; most of them would simply stay in place and wait."

"So we thought, if only we could give them intelligence."

"That's why we used 'aside' to give them memory. 'Aside' has the ability to manipulate, view, and modify the memories of living beings."

"In fact, their intelligence is not low at all. With memory, they learn to use their intelligence."

"The results also show that this is indeed feasible; angels can communicate as a result."

"But it's still too difficult to fabricate a memory out of thin air. We usually copy memories from others and give them to the angels."

"So many angels instinctively transform themselves into the appearance of the memory's owner."

"Because they subconsciously feel that they are the authentic ones."

... Turing stared blankly at the woman, feeling completely speechless.

"Isn't this... too cruel?"

"Letting them believe they are human, but treating them like angels."

"And using these peculiar machines to study them."

"Even angels...”

The woman laughed, and Turing suddenly felt that he couldn't understand the woman anymore.

"Does Turing find it cruel?"

"You really are a kind and good child."

"But in reality, haven't we all been through this?"

Turing was drawn to her eyes, as deep and painful as sapphires.

"We raise cattle and sheep, cook their wailing siblings, and drink the nutritious milk they leave for children."

"We tell ourselves that they have found safe haven, a profitable deal."

"Besides, they are just animals, what pain can they feel?"

"But in reality, what is the difference between this and the angels? We made a dominant contract with them for our own benefit."

"We don't understand the pain they can feel at all."

"It's difficult enough for people to understand each other, let alone angels and humans."

"I won't deny their pitiful state, and I sincerely feel heartbroken for them."

"But humans have always been meat eaters, and humans are inherently greedy."

"I also have my own siblings to support."

"There's no other way."