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Chapter 144: Turing and the Agreement
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【"Let go?"】

【"That's how dancing is."】

【"Oh, don't pout."】

【"Being unhappy won't help."】

【"There's a beginning before an end."】

【"............"】

【"But if you insist on not letting go... "】

【"Turing, you have to..."】

【You have to...】

You have to...

...

"I have to...?"

"What do I have to do, tell me!"

Turing forcefully pulled away from the woman he was holding hands with, and scolded loudly.

"Ah..."

"Child, what's wrong?"

The woman didn't look angry at all, she slightly bent down to look at Turing with concern.

Turing looked in astonishment at the woman in front of him, a sense of familiarity and estrangement surged in Turing's heart.

【I'm back here again.】

【Why, when I've done everything I could...】

Turing finally started crying.

"Sister!"

"It's me, I'm Turing..."

"We agreed to go out together..."

"You taught me, you taught me a lot of things."

"You told me when to let go, told me to trust the people around you. Relationships between people should be mutual, whether they're family or friends."

"Even through the painful experiences in the research facility, you held on. Sister, you must, you must keep going..."

"We overcame so many difficulties together here, did sister forget? Oh, right, there's... "

Turing searched all over himself, but couldn't find any trace of the lunchbox, so he awkwardly stopped.

The woman held onto the excited Turing with both hands and calmly said, "Child, calm down, what are you trying to say?"

"Is your name Turing?"

Turing looked at the woman in disbelief, his expression twisted in pain.

It felt like the air suddenly filled with tiny blades, Turing felt himself becoming heavier with each breath, his throat burning.

"Sister, it feels like I'm drunk."

Turing held onto the woman, burying his head in her shoulder.

"In the dream, I met the most perfect and gentle woman who became my mother, and I gained the ability to correct everything."

"I'm so scared, I'm really scared... I'm afraid that when I wake up, nothing will be left."

"You told me that none of this is fake, is it true?"

The woman didn't know what to say, so she could only sigh constantly, gently patting Turing's back.

"I also want to tell you this, child..."

"But unfortunately, anything in this world could be fake."

The woman comforted Turing, gently massaging his head.

"But you have to stay strong."

"You have to realize that the process of interacting with others, falling in love, waiting, these are all processes of mutual deception."

"Promises...are inherently fragile, easily corrupted things."

"If you don't understand, if you don't know how to enjoy it even after being deceived, then you will only taste its bitterness, forever like someone drinking coffee for the first time."

"Have you ever tried coffee?"

"Abroad, those who don't know how to drink coffee are often called children, you know..."

[No, I don't want to hear these things.]

[Sister didn't say this to me before, did she?]

[I just need a confirmation, even just a slight nod, and I can... I can...]

"I'm sorry, sister." Turing clenched his teeth and two giant black wings sprouted from his back.

"I still can't grow up, after all." Turing hugged the woman tightly, not giving her a chance to struggle.

"I'll take sister out first, and worry about them later."

"But if sister is really Mastema..."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"I have a promise to fulfill now."

Turing stomped heavily on the ground and launched himself into the sky with all his might.

"Incandescent spiral."

Turing used his Mage Hand to protect the woman behind him, holding a gun in each hand, fiercely stabbing towards the ceiling of the underground.

Rough rocks and moist soil turned into flying ashes in the intense spear, Turing effortlessly breaking through the rocks and moving forward.

The gap in the rock layers set off a domino effect, and the hanging rocks couldn't support the heavy soil anymore. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Turing didn't even spare a glance at those things, flying straight towards the sky.

After a while, Turing finally flew out of the underground. Breathing in the fresh air, Turing looked down and saw that a large area, including the backyard of Tartarus Castle, had completely collapsed, and the soil and grass spread out in an instant.

"Where... are we?" the woman asked.

[This place is so close to the research institute, she should be familiar with it, right?]

[Forget it, let's not worry about that now.]

[I'm going to question Gabriel and see if sister is really Mastema.]

Turing didn't say much, holding the woman, flew into Tartarus Castle.

"Raphael! Where are you?"

Turing's voice was loud and urgent, a fear of the impending outcome made her mood unpleasant.

[Not here?]

Turing flew through all the rooms on the first floor at a fast speed, but found no trace of anyone.

[How...can this be...not even a servant?]

Turing went up to the second floor and began to search the rooms carefully. Turing found that places like the kitchen, dining room, and study had been tidied up, as if everyone had temporarily left.

"What about the third floor? Could there be no one there either?"

Turing went up to the third floor and entered Gabriel's room. After pushing the door open, she found that there was still no sign of anyone.

A feeling of abandoned horror and loneliness tormented Turing, causing her to stoop in pain. With the immense destruction already caused by the side of Tartarusburg, she was already under immense pressure, and now the McNewdeau family had dealt her another blow. Turing felt herself on the verge of breaking down.

Putting the woman aside, Turing made her way to the window of Gabriel's room, using the window frame to support her almost shattered spine. The woman also came to Turing's side, at a loss for what to do, anxiously pacing in place, not knowing how to make Turing feel better.

"What is that?" The woman's gentle voice snapped Turing out of her daze. Turing followed the woman's words and looked out the window.

A peculiar-shaped mechanical monstrosity loomed at the base of Tartarusburg's walls, judging by the moss growing on it, it had taken root here for quite some time. Turing recognized this thing.

It was aside.