"Anyway, it seems that there is no hope of increasing magic through the volcano mode."

"Cure him, Theresa made breakfast." Mammon said to Samael, who was carrying Merka.

"Oh... oh." Samael pitifully looked at Merka's wounds, a faint glow of magic flashed, and Merka's horribly injured body began to heal gradually.

After a while, when there were no visible wounds on Merka's body, Samael relaxed his grip, and Merka suddenly dropped to the ground like a dead corpse.

He fell flat on the ground like a piece of ribs being flipped over by a butcher, tapping evenly on the chopping board.

"This won't do?"

"Unexpectedly, you are quite fragile." Mammon said without any reservation, mocking.

"Take him to the dining hall. We'll be suspected if we're too slow."

"Turing would have arrived by this time in the past."

"I have something to do, I need to stay here and take care of it."

Samael stared at Mammon's eyes in confusion for a while, then turned away.

"Okay."

Samael simply responded and lifted Merka's almost immobile body.

"Sorry, can you still move?"

"Your nerves have been overused, it's normal to be tired now."

"But actually, your body hasn't been damaged."

"Except for the self-inflicted scars..."

Samael whispered by Merka's ear. She carried the powerless Merka out of the Mount Hira cave and headed towards the dining hall.

"You may hate Mammon, that guy is indeed detestable, I understand."

"But she's just too impatient..."

"She doesn't have much time left, but she still wants to do something for Turing."

"As a result, she can't do anything."

"We are only controlled by Oedipus' prohibition."

Mammon walked with the limping Merka in the hallway, the silent morning was filled with a silent drunkenness.

"She has no choice but to bury this sense of powerlessness and guilt every day."

"Now she vents them on you."

"Because she wants you to understand how she feels."

Samael, who often wore a playful smile, rarely revealed a hint of seriousness and embarrassment on her face.

She looked at Merka, whose eyes were lifeless, with her head hanging down, and her tone unintentionally softened.

Samael tightened her lips.

"She's actually jealous of you."

"Jealous that you can appear in front of Turing openly."

"And overcome difficulties together with her, overcoming dangers."

"You don't know how much it hurts us when Turing is alone in the bedroom crying silently."

"She prays incessantly, bending over the dressing table, kneeling under the bed."

"Her small bedroom is almost soaked in her teary haze."

"Every night, she falls into nightmares, murmuring about her pain of having no one to rely on, no one to confide in."

"We were supposed to be the ones stepping forward at this moment."

"But all we can do is watch."

"We listen to her feeble cries, unable to respond."

"She's like a weak sunset, fading away, losing her radiance. It feels like we can already see her falling to the ground."

Samael glanced at Merka's face again, and it seemed like his eyes had regained some sparkle, showing a hint of something different.

"However,"

"It was you who made the sun rise again."

Samael smiled helplessly.

"You have no idea how much of an impact you have on Turing."

"She quit smoking so you wouldn't be exposed to secondhand smoke; she started learning a foreign language just so she could have common topics with you."

"Most importantly, she no longer has nightmares."

"We almost thought Turing would become another Oedipus back then."

"You know... someone who becomes numb from the pain they suffer."

"Usually, they become extremely cruel and rational towards those around them, even themselves."

"She is a good child, but she may become inhuman and merciless under Oedipus's influence."

"She is different from us, she is capable of becoming a true human. She doesn't deserve such an ending."

"Fortunately, she met you."

"She started to weave beautiful dreams and revealed a warm smile."

"She began to show a strong interest in everything."

"To the point of expressing kindness towards maids and gardeners."

"Her smile is incredibly powerful, sometimes even making Oedipus stunned."

"We were all astonished."

"It's all thanks to you."

Samael and Merka arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, and now Merka was no longer carrying her but supporting her.

From Merka's complexion, it could be seen that he was feeling better now.

"Mammon is jealous of you now, and he has quite a good reason, isn't it?"

Merka took the initiative to wave his hand and let go of Samael's support, taking small steps into the restaurant.

"No... Miss Samael. I'm not angry."

"It's a trial that Turing has also experienced. I'm just upset that I know so little about her."

After hearing Merka's words, Samael regained her usual state, replied with a relieved laugh, and regardless of Merka's current physical condition, patted him on the shoulder.

"I have a different impression of you now, pretty boy! Turing chose someone different indeed."

"I'll find a chair for you!"

Merka looked at the empty long table, smooth and translucent like a lake surface.

In a corner that seemed to be far away from the world, there was a chair, purposefully elevated, with alone coffee and a newspaper placed on it.

"This is Theresa's doing. She usually goes to bed at eight in the evening and gets up at five in the morning."

Samael waved her hand towards Merka and brought the chair from the corner to the table.

"Have a sip, this is Turing's favorite."

"You may find it a bit shabby... but there's no other choice. Turing is a public figure and needs to control their diet."

"The lunch options are relatively decent, although they may not care about being full."

Samael pulled up another seat next to Merka and sat down.

"Thank you..." Merka also sat down and replied.

"Black coffee, and some almonds?" Merka carefully examined the coffee and a plate of crushed almonds in front of them, and furrowed their brows subtly.

Black coffee may not be bitter enough, and if the almonds are overcooked, they would be even more bitter.

Would Turing like this kind of stuff? Merka wondered.

But when Merka took a sip, they understood.

Every nerve in their body, including their taste buds, had been somewhat impaired from the time in the Shira Cave.

The bitterness of the coffee brought a hint of salty sweetness and comfort to their numb body.

Is this what Turing can experience?

Merka took another sip and felt that the coffee seemed even sweeter.