Another week had passed.

Turing lay in bed, as usual, staring out at the lonely pear tree outside the window.

She had thought about suicide.

But ever since Turing realized she was a half-angel, her body's recovery ability had become inexplicable.

She found that she could hardly find a way to kill herself in any way she imagined.

【I can't even die.】

Turing's gaze shifted to the ashtray beside the hospital bed.

It was wiped clean by the nurse.

Unfortunately, Turing had quit smoking now.

【Now...】

【I'm even more useless than an ashtray.】

Turing sighed, wanting to lie down and hide in the painless dream.

But suddenly, a faint smell of fireworks caught Turing's attention.

"Lord Dunkirk... magic is not allowed in the hospital."

"My Lord... My Lord?"

There seemed to be someone arguing outside the room.

Although Turing was no longer interested in anything, she still listened to a couple of sentences.

【Hmm?】

【Seems like there's a fluctuation in magic power.】

【That can't be right. I don't have any magic power left, how can I sense the fluctuation?】

"Get out of the way."

Suddenly, all the voices fell silent.

A terrifying heat quietly brewed in the dead silence.

Turing frowned and turned to look at the door, a hint of horror in her eyes.

Boom!

Like a camera shutter being pressed, everything dynamic was paused.

An unimaginable sound explosion burst in Turing's ears, and in the instant that shattered time and space, everything in the ward was engulfed by a strange force and turned into debris.

Nauseating, wriggling crimson tentacles crawled in from the door of the ward, like a few helical drill bits that had come off track, and in an instant, they crushed everything within sight.

Caught off guard, Turing was sent flying by the impact of the tentacle from the other side of the wall.

Countless stones and wood fragments flew in the sky, with Turing mixed among them, and she crashed heavily into the lake next to the hospital.

With great difficulty, Turing, who hadn't caught her breath, sank deeply into the water, black ink-like blood gushing out like black threads from her wounds.

【Am I going to die... oh well.】

She calmly sank to the bottom of the lake, looking up at the dimly rippling surface, her body merging with the serene deep blue, a sense of unprecedented tranquility filling Turing's heart.

She was ready to die.

【Merka, I hope you can live well in my stead.】

But reality wouldn't be so simple as to fulfill Turing's wish.

A figure resembling a swordfish darted through the water, effortlessly saving Turing to the shallows.

"Blub... cough, cough."

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Turing, who was kneeling on the ground, choked out water and soaked the stones beneath him.

Forcing open his blurred eyes, Turing propped up his broken body with one hand and looked forward.

A solitary iceberg woman stood not far from Turing, holding a simple-shaped pistol in her hand, silently.

Dripping with water, the woman's blue silk dress was completely soaked by the lake water, accentuating her hot and sexy figure.

Yes, she was not the traditional, elegant, and imposing beauty of Arcadia.

Instead, she had a foreign-style beauty full of curves and a charm that radiated from every gesture and movement.

Just like the ripples of water flowing beneath her feet, she captivated and ensnared people's attention.

-But such a person was strangely matched with a face as cold and indifferent as frost, as if all the sorrow in the world was accumulated there.

"Do you think that level of pain can kill you?"

"Miss Turing."

She spoke, not uttering more than a word, as if her words carried warmth.

Turing frowned, staring intensely at the murderous star in front of him, and said,

"Are you called Dunkirk…"

"Maria's lawyer in court, right."

"Did Maria send you to kill me?"

Upon hearing Turing's words, the dimples on the woman's face seemed to surge like whirlpools in the lake, and her smile was like a fish that was hiding in the depths, appearing and disappearing.

As if there was, yet also not.

"Kill you?"

"Are you referring to this little gun in my hand?"

"Or drowning you with that murmuring stream?"

"Don't joke around."

"In this world, there is nothing that can..."

"Hurt you."