Gabriel looked at the energetic and lovely Turing, feeling more and more satisfied.

She was about to ask Turing about her plans, but this inquiry was immediately interrupted by Raphael.

"Turing, you did it!" Raphael ran over to Turing, excitedly grabbing her hands.

"It was not easy at all. You don't know how much my grandmother enjoys making things difficult for others."

"I knew I didn't misjudge you!"

Turing weakly pushed Raphael away. The excessive blood loss had made her feel a bit lightheaded.

The dark bog seeped up from under the floor, and the signal of sleep continuously rang in Turing's mind. Turing knew this was a sign of changing scenes, but this time she didn't plan to just fall asleep like that.

The damp feeling pulled Turing's body, and the surroundings, including Raphael and Gabriel, gradually became blurry. A profound sense of exhaustion enveloped Turing, gradually numbing her legs and forcing her to kneel.

Turing couldn't control herself from falling backward, but unexpectedly, she leaned against a wall, and her eyelids also became hazy.

"I'm not alone... I still have my sister."

"Being together is really powerful."

"Now it seems that my sister was really right."

"Two people working hard together, sharing the fruits of victory together."

It has to be this way... A solitary ending has no meaning at all."

"This level of victory is not enough..."

"My body is missing something."

"What that thing is..."

"Turing, Turing."

"Your heart... it's not there anymore..."

Tears splashed on Turing's clothes.

An emaciated arm held onto Turing, and she felt her vibrant vitality gradually fading away amidst the growing sense of oppression.

Turing opened her eyes and saw that one eye had completely turned pitch black, and half of the woman's body had turned into a material-like angel tentacle.

Her skin was as gentle and pure as the warm spring snow.

The woman desperately shouted Turing's name, her cheeks seeming to have suffered intense fright, without a trace of color in them.

"It's all my sister's fault... It was my sister who wanted to come out."

"It's all because my sister was too weak. I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

"What?"

Turing raised her trembling hand and touched her chest, where there was now a cylindrical cavity. The insides of the cavity had been completely burned, and fresh blood was stagnant inside, unable to flow out.

"My heart is gone... Am I not dead yet?"

Turing's consciousness was like a kite swaying in the wind, pulled by a string, aided by the wind, about to disappear into the wild clouds.

"Sister... how is the situation now?"

Turing asked.

"As you said, I tried to control that blue angel."

"But I failed. Maybe... it's not my angel at all."

"Turing... are you going to die?"

Turing squinted her eyes and looked out the window. Moonlight played a violin on the strings, the bleak night carrying a bit of cerulean, as if smeared with blueberry jam by someone. Just by taking a whiff, it could sweeten one's heart.

"Will I die?"

Turing suddenly realized that he had never considered this question before.

Would he die if he lost the competition? Maybe not. His mother wouldn't punish him to that extent.

Would he die if he got caught while running away with Merka? Probably not. That wasn't a crime worthy of redemption by death.

Would he die fighting against the angels in Red Port? Would he die in the final battle against Lachesis and the Mother Angel? Turing had never thought about it.

Turing used to be someone who wasn't so sentimental.

Turing seemed to realize that he was a little afraid of death.

Death is such a lonely thing.

But if people don't experience loneliness, they won't be able to grow.

Without growth, there is no way to escape loneliness...

"When two people are together, they naturally think about growing."

Turing had a trance-like feeling, as if a deep blue shadow leaned against a tall French window, quietly listening to the melody played by the moonlight.

"Sister, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Never regret, never deceive yourself."

"Although the past was painful."

"But as long as one is alive, there will always be a future..."

The shadow gradually disappeared into the serene silver light of the lattice.

Turing erupted, forcefully pushing the woman several meters away and roaring with all her might, "Escape! Get out of here!"

"You will only hinder me by being here!!"

The sudden appearance of the shadow had already reached Turing. Its sharp foot pierced Turing's throat, cutting off the words she wanted to say next.

Crimson blood spurted out, Turing's face turned red from the struggle, and grotesque veins spread from the wound on her neck to her collarbone.

[Heart of the Furnace]

Magnificent clumps of mud tore open Turing's body, gushing out recklessly, wrapping her into a nearly two-meter terrifying devil.

The protruding spikes of the mud armor knocked the blue angel away, while also covering the bleeding wounds on Turing's body.

[Although the healing magic doesn't take much time, it is fatal in a high-level duel.]

[Right now, this is the only messy way I can temporarily slow down the bleeding.]

[But, because of this, I can't use the Volcano mode.]

[In the Volcano mode, I won't be able to use magic, and in that state, I will die instantly.]

[To defeat it, I cannot use my full strength.]

The blue angel humanely rubbed its feet on the ground, wiping off the blood sticking to Turing's body. In a moment of trance, Turing once again lost sight of the angel.

[How did it suddenly disappear? Just like earlier.]

[Could it really be that fast? Faster than the eye can discern?]

Turing glanced in the woman's direction and found that she was still standing there, as if she had been petrified by fear.

Turing was about to scold the woman again and tell her to escape. But then Turing realized that her throat had been pierced, so she had no choice but to run in the opposite direction, leading the angel away.

Turing ran as fast as a nightingale.

【Is Such A Gentle Woman Really an Angel?】 Turing never expected that not only did he not feel angry when he thought of this, but there was even a faint sense of consolation. Unlike the love between men and women, Turing did not realize that his current feelings towards women were a type of easily indulged and selfless emotion, like gentle spring rain.