After the temporary suspension of the Theresa case in Atporos, Turing was escorted to the Montecristo Noble Hospital for treatment.

The Agio family publicly announced that Turing would undergo a month-long investigation and confinement until all the clues were gathered.

Three days have passed since then.

Maria, just like two days before, came to this hospital again.

"Lady Maria, you're here."

"Turing Altria's condition has been very bad these past few days."

"No one is allowed to see her, not even the doctors or nurses."

"The director believes she has a tendency towards suicide."

"But I don't have the courage to console her..."

"That's the young miss Altria we're talking about, it's not that simple!"

"You never know, if she's in a bad mood, one look from her can snap you in half."

The nurse who took care of Turing's daily needs by her side kept talking incessantly about Turing's condition, accompanied by her mischievous expression. Maria's serious expression couldn't help but relax a bit.

"It's okay, you've done enough."

"You didn't let anyone else in, did you?"

When Maria brought Turing to the hospital, she already figured out that Turing was a boy and an angel.

Combining the translation on the ancient stone tablets in the cave of Armageddon with Turing's true gender, Maria now had a rough guess about Oedipus's plan and purpose.

But there were still many things she didn't understand, like how Turing, as a boy, was able to wield such powerful magic before.

Since she hadn't figured out this major secret yet, Maria naturally wouldn't let anyone else know about it, even her subordinates.

"Of course not!"

The nurse patted her little chest and said.

"In this vast land, who wouldn't obey the orders of His Holiness the Pope?"

Maria smiled helplessly and was about to say something else when she suddenly noticed a familiar figure ahead.

"Hey, Dunkirk."

The figure stopped. She wore a wolfskin coat, and underneath was a serious military uniform—the most orthodox Acadia noble attire. The main color scheme of the outfit was black, with sharp angles, just like her indifferent expression, easy to identify.

Dunkirk's expression always seemed absent-minded, as if lost in the twists and turns of her own world.

But even so, when she saw Maria, she immediately became alert.

"Greetings, Your Holiness."

Maria waved her hand, dispensing with Dunkirk's formalities, and asked her.

"Just call me Bishop."

"Why are you here?"

"Huh...didn't you say before that you wanted me to personally guide Turing on how to use her angelic powers?"

"Hiss."

Maria took a sharp breath and walked quickly to Dunkirk's side, lowering her voice as she spoke.

"There's no need for that just yet."

"Let that girl wait a little longer."

"Only when she is completely desperate, you intervene and save her, will she be grateful to you and understand, got it?"

Dunkirk furrowed his brow, a bit perplexed.

Somewhat tactfully, Dunkirk voiced his confusion.

"But, Your Grace, we are running out of time."

"Not to mention the manpower and resources needed for our future war preparations."

"Just pacifying the media alone requires a significant amount of money."

"Furthermore, Turing is already a central figure in the country."

"Not only is his reputation renowned, but he is also known for his perfect character."

"Now, due to the Theresa case, Turing has been thrust into the spotlight, and public opinion overwhelmingly supports her."

"The information department in the church is in complete disarray."

"There are people causing trouble at the city hall every day, demanding Agio herself explain the situation."

"Even now, there are people petitioning underground hospitals demanding Turing's release."

"Your Grace."

"The current situation is really..."

One piece of bad news after another made Maria click her tongue. Dunkirk stopped speaking and silently lit a cigarette; he needed a break too.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Maria forcefully massaged her temples, placing a gentle hand on Dunkirk's shoulder.

"You can go back for now."

"I'll call for you when the time is right."

Letting out a deep sigh, Dunkirk nodded and said to Maria.

"Very well, Your Majesty. Take care of yourself."

The sound of clicking heels echoed in the hospital corridor as Dunkirk performed a noble gesture and disappeared from Maria's sight.