"Sister, do you know where else we can find detailed records about angels?"
"Not the summary ones we found in the archives, but the more detailed ones. The ones that even record the daily actions of angels, including their breathing and heart rate."
"Do such things exist?" Turing asked the woman.
"It seems like they do..."
"But that intricate data is usually stored in computers."
"With my level of access... I'm afraid it won't be enough."
"Which angel's data does Turing want? Different angels' data should be stored in different locations in the lab," the woman's sweet voice brought a hint of warmth to Turing in the darkness.
[What is access, anyway?]
Turing swallowed and carefully pondered the woman's words.
"Luci..." Turing was about to blurt out a word before stopping.
[Should I ask her? Ask her for information about Lucifer.]
[But if even the name Mostima has such a big impact on her...]
[Lucifer might also trigger her memory about the past.]
[What should I do... I don't have a chance anymore!]
"Turing, have you heard any sound?"
The woman's voice interrupted Turing, who was pondering in a dilemma.
Turing listened carefully, the continuous footsteps echoing like crashing waves in the air.
"What is this sound... angels?"
"But that's impossible, there can't be so many angels here."
The sound approached Turing gradually, the sense of death and unspeakable fear like a silent chuckle from the executioner. Holding a knife, the executioner stood on the worn and dilapidated execution platform, eagerly waiting for Turing.
The gray and decaying scent permeated every inch of the underground world. Turing approached the edge of the building and looked outside, the mechanical floor gradually fading away like peeling paint.
The unbearable gray shadow, accompanied by the deadly scent of wormwood, swept over the land. Turing's face was filled with horror.
[Is this slate ground and cement, all fake?]
[Is it all disguise by drop-back?]
[Why... why would McNewdeau do this?]
Gradually, cracks appeared in the earth, and many coffins were inserted into the places where there were originally large stones and broken tiles. A gloomy and realistic answer appeared in Turing's mind.
[Why did McNewdeau abandon this large laboratory with only a few angels?]
[Why didn't Gabriel eliminate the angels in the laboratory one by one? Instead, letting them linger and die on their own.]
"The answer is, this is a huge demon landfill, and Gabriel can no longer handle it."
[As I learn more about this research institute, it becomes easier to unravel the drop-back. It couldn't be more logical.]
The woman, witnessing this scene, trembled violently in her pupils, her hands holding onto her shoulders, seemingly unable to believe it.
"How could it..."
"How could this happen..."
The woman seemed to be sinking into the water, her cheeks turning red, and she clasped her hands around her throat, breathing heavily.
"Sister, sister!"
Turing anxiously paced around the woman, wanting to do something but feeling powerless, so he could only reach out and stroke her back, trying to help her breathe.
"Turing, which angel's record do you want to find?"
The woman's face was pale, and she struggled to ask Turing.
"Sister, you're in this state..." Turing's concerned tone was as sticky as glue, warm like a drop of wax.
Turing reached out with his other hand, wanting to touch the woman's forehead, but before he could, he could already feel the burning heat emanating from the woman's forehead.
"Tell me, quickly."
Turing looked into the woman's hazy eyes, smoke-like. Somehow, Turing easily recalled some of the things she had said to him before.
["Learn to let go"]
["How much more do I have to learn?"]
["The cost of growing up, why is it so heavy?"]
"Lucifer. Does sister know about Lucifer?"
As soon as Turing finished speaking, the woman's pupils shrank, she gritted her teeth, and shook off Turing's hand.
The woman dragged her exhausted body towards the door.
"Don't touch me!"
[Why...]
"Stay away from me!"
[I don't understand at all.]
Turing watched the woman limping away, his heart a sponge soaked in the sour pain.
[Clearly, many things would be better if explained clearly.]
[But why do people always end up like this?]
Turing watched as the woman gradually disappeared from sight, gathered his courage, and quietly followed behind her.
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"Grandmother..."
On a mountaintop by a Heavenly Lake, a pavilion floated above the clouds. Gabriel and Raphael sat in the courtyard, drinking tea. Compared to the slightly uneasy Raphael, Gabriel appeared calm and composed.
Ifrit carried a teapot filled with tea water, walked down from a spacious yacht next to the pavilion, and poured tea for the two esteemed individuals in the courtyard.
"Leaving Turing to fight such a fierce angel alone, while we stay here in peace, is this really alright?" Raphael asked anxiously.
"So, you want to accompany her to her death?" Gabriel didn't even look at the restless Raphael, gently blew on the tea water, and leisurely sipped the tea amidst the emerald lights of the lake and the grandiose clouds.
"If we stay in Tartarus Castle, we will be affected by Turing's magic waves."
"To destroy such a powerful angel, the magic used will be extremely destructive and have a wide range."
"With your current strength, going to find Turing will not only be useless but will also be a death sentence."
Raphael was left speechless by Gabriel's words.
Raphael blinked, lowered his head slightly, and fell silent for a while.
"I just... I just feel a bit guilty."
"I've always believed that we are much better than women like Oedipus."
"We value the honor and dignity of nobility more."
"More kind, upright, and better at leading the people."
"We are the true aristocrats, compared to that counterfeit like Oedipus..."
"But aren't we doing the same things as Oedipus now?"
"Using Turing, controlling Turing. Clearly, setting aside her immense talent, she is just an innocent little girl of twelve or thirteen."
"Grandmother must have thought it was a foolproof deal. If Turing succeeds, those demons will no longer restrict you here."
"If Turing fails, Oedipus loses an important piece."
"But we've never asked Turing how she feels."
"As aristocrats, we..."
Raphael spoke faster and faster, the paranoid sadness sprouting in her dry and withered heart.
"Raphael," Gabriel interrupted her.
"Don't misunderstand."
"Goodness and kindness are what we offer to humanity."
"As for Oedipus and her damned offspring, they are not even human, let alone aristocrats."
