"… Is she asleep?"

Gabriel asked Raphael.

She received the notification from the servant.

Upon learning that Turing had just awakened, she immediately came over.

"She just closed her eyes."

"Could you let her sleep a little longer..."

"She is already very tired."

Raphael put both hands on his knees and slowly twisted them.

She lowered her gaze and did not look in Gabriel's direction.

Gabriel frowned.

"She has been sleeping for several days, what could make her so tired."

"The place where Tartarus is sealed no longer needs me."

"But there are still many places in Maria where my help is urgently needed."

"Hurry up and wake Turing up, I don't have time to waste here anymore."

Gabriel didn't say anything more and went straight to Turing's bed.

"Grandma, wait..."

Raphael also knew that her symbolic hindrance would be of no use, but she still leaned slightly towards Turing.

"It's okay, Raphael, I haven't slept yet."

Turing opened her eyes again, smiling as she glanced at Raphael.

"Turing, I'm busy."

"If you have any questions, ask them quickly."

"I'm about to leave."

Gabriel narrowed her eyes slightly at Turing.

"Well..."

Turing closed her eyes in pain again, as if carefully pondering which strange aspects of that memory were left.

In the chaotic memories, which were like poisonous water, most of them were filled with Mostima's sweet smile and every little frown.

Recalling the pain of the laboratory, but experiencing it like a dream that was unbelievably sweet, it was like Turing was searching for a tiny flower in the midst of thorns.

Painful, yet incredibly nostalgic.

"Did my mother do all those things in the lab?"

Turing asked with a bewitching look.

"That's right."

"First of all, angels can have their own angels."

"In fact, it all depends on the will of the gods themselves."

"If they think someone is human, then they are human."

"We discovered in our research."

"As long as an angel obtains memories and has independent consciousness."

"The gods will recognize her as human and assign an angel to her."

"And, she must have human memories."

"Even specifically female memories."

"Otherwise, the angel cannot be bestowed by the gods."

"Once an angel obtains memories, they transcend the limits of their masters and can act independently even after their masters' death."

"But even so, they still have one limitation, which is that they cannot live beyond thirty years after their masters' death."

Gabriel paused for a moment. She seemed to feel a bit thirsty, so she took a slice of mangosteen from the bowl on the bedside table and put it in her mouth.

"Since angels are often stronger than humans in many aspects."

"The gods tend to assign them even more powerful angels."

"In this way, certain angels will become extremely powerful."

"The most symbolic representative of them is Lucifer."

"Her master is an angel, and her master's master is also an angel."

Gabriel seemed prepared when she arrived.

She took out an old piece of parchment and placed it on the blanket at Turing's thigh, and began to explain to Turing.

"The Grand Plan, the Cuckoo Plan, and so on, are all attempts for us to control angelic power."

"Among them, the Grand Plan is an experiment where our researchers try to control angels by manipulating their memories."

"Mostima, Samael, Mammon, Belial, Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Beelzebub, they are our most outstanding works."

"And among them, Lucifer was supposed to be our most perfect creation..."

"But it seems that she was just pretending to listen to us at the time."

"We have completely failed. She is the biggest failure in our experiments."

"Even until now, we are still not clear about how she managed to cause such chaos in the laboratory."

"She is just too good at understanding the human heart."

"With her, almost no magic is needed for a backdrop."

"She always perfectly plays any role."

Gabriel pointed at the parchment and glanced at Turing, who was frowning and full of doubt, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"..."

"Even now, you still don't believe what I said?"

"What kind of delusions do you still have about your mother?"

"We have at least invested in you and treated you as a strategic partner."

"But she only sees you as a pawn."

"You still think you are her child."

Looking at the helpless Turing in front of her, Gabriel coldly snorted and continued speaking.

"Lucifer is Belial's angel, and we implanted Oedipus' memories in her."

"And Lucifer's angel is Beelzebub, the most powerful angel in Acadia so far."

"Such a being."

"What do you think she needs you for? Family?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

Turing's face turned pale from Gabriel's two remarks, and he coughed lightly.

"Cough cough..."

"Grandma...that's enough."

Raphael worriedly approached Turing, gently soothing his back.

"Little paper cup, go back home."

"I didn't allow you to listen by the side, did I?"

"There's no benefit in hearing such things."

"I didn't even want you to come and take care of Turing..."

"Grandma!"

Raphael angrily interrupted Gabriel, but her momentum was instantly extinguished by Gabriel.

Gabriel glared at Raphael fiercely, and the latter instantly wilted.

"Alright, grandma...I understand."

Raphael held Turing's hand and spoke earnestly for a moment before leaving in the car arranged by the other servants. With one last glance, Raphael finally bid farewell to Turing.

"Any other questions?" Gabriel asked, sounding a bit impatient.

"...The woman sealed underground is Mostima, right?"

"And the giant angel is Beelzebul, correct?"

"Why was Mostima initially able to control Beelzebul, but then couldn't anymore?"

Gabriel shook his head.

"You got only half of it right."

"The true angel of Oedipus is Mostima."

"After being implanted with Memory A, Mostima gained her own angel, which is the angel Belial."

"But later on, we found Belial to be too powerful, and we were afraid that even stronger angels would be created in the future."

"So we split Mostima into two, and implanted her with Memory B and Memory C, respectively."

"The Mostima implanted with Memory B was already eliminated."

"The woman underground is the half of Mostima implanted with Memory C."

"And this half of Mostima, which possesses Memory B, gained the angel Mammon, and Mammon gained Samael, and Samael gained the angel Beelzebul."

"At first, Beelzebul listened to the woman because it was implanted with the memories of her angel, thinking it was her angel."

"But in reality, Beelzebul is not."

"When it slowly awakens, it will remember this and break free from Mostima's control."

Turing was completely lost and had a puzzled expression.

"Why did you make things so complicated?"

Turing wondered.

"Of course, for the sake of experimentation."

Gabriel responded calmly.

"Exploring multiple possibilities."

"A comprehensive experiment requires considering the feasibility of various experimental data."