"Good evening, Dunkirk sister," Turing glanced sideways, her lovely silver eyes shimmering. She wore a mischievous smile as she sweetly laughed at Dunkirk.

Though it was sweet, though it was fragrant,

It was like chocolate, biting into it, bringing a bittersweet aftertaste.

The silky touch made one lose consciousness, made one numb.

"Good evening... Miss," Dunkirk replied.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Dunkirk rubbed her heavy head and sat up from the rooftop. She looked around and discovered that they were in the villa on the central island of the lake that Maria had left for Turing.

The morning breeze gently rustled through the leaves like knocking on the window, and the distant owl's hoot echoed through the melancholic moonlight, gently playing with Turing's hair like the strings of a harp.

Turing's tone was elegant, "I've been asleep for a whole day."

"Only a day?"

Dunkirk exclaimed, "You can already control the power of an angel after just one day?"

Feeling her tattered and still damp clothes, Dunkirk knew that what Turing said was true. Turing really learned to control the power of an angel in just one day, as well as how to use it to change her body structure and appearance.

But what about the backdrop? When transforming into an angel, it couldn't be perfect. The various details of the body needed the backdrop to make up for them.

"Are you telling me that in just one day, you also learned the backdrop?" Dunkirk's tone remained cold, but it became slightly moved due to her overwhelming astonishment.

"Mm," Turing lowered her eyelids, smiling shyly as if embarrassed. "I observed when you used it once and then I tried to imitate it."

"It is also my first time truly living as a woman, and it still feels unfamiliar," Turing continued. "My body... is different from what I expected in various ways. Will it be strange?"

Dunkirk supported herself on the frosted rooftop, smiling wistfully, "Not at all. Very cute."

Relieved, Turing seemed to have gained some kind of affirmation. She relaxed her posture, putting down her other leg that was propped up, and gently swayed her feet on the chimney.

"Thank you."

Hearing Turing's gratitude, Dunkirk's pupils trembled. She knew that in a certain moment just now, she had treated Turing like a little sister from the neighborhood.

But how could that be possible?

The strong contrast between reality and impression gave a sense of terrifying déjà vu.

The phantom of Oedipus, as eerie as a demon, gradually merged with Turing's figure, forcing Dunkirk to face it.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Dunkirk took a deep breath, and her tone became slightly calmer.

"I truly admire you. I had prepared a series of courses and was planning to teach you everything from scratch. But I didn't expect that in just one day, you already learned how to use the backdrop."

"You really are a genius... unparalleled in history." Turing whispered, his crystal red hair shimmering in the blue glow of the moonlight.

"...Dunkirk Sister."

"I sincerely thank you for your guidance."

"I apologize for this morning, I was too rough."

Dunkirk raised an eyebrow, her frozen expression now with a hint of warmth.

"What? Do you think you'll be done with these just like that?"

"Classes still need to be attended, after all, I am on a paid job. How can I explain it to Lady Maria if I don't do the whole package?"

"And besides, you've mastered backdrop, but you still have a long way to go with aside."

"Although we half-angels may not be as skilled as full angels in half a day."

"But learning is essential."

"And next, don't even think about slacking off."

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Merka wore a distressed expression as he walked through the bustling streets of Atporos City, the city center of Bocity, with heavy steps.

Surrounded by crowds celebrating the holiday and couples holding hands and speaking of love, the decline in Merka's spirit was even more apparent.

Turing's secret message had kept him sleepless for several nights.

"Meteor... meteor."

A sign caught Merka's peripheral vision, and his keen senses instantly captured the key words.

As he focused his gaze, Merka discovered that it was a brightly lit fireworks store.

In his confusion, Merka unconsciously pronounced its name.

"'Fire Meteors'?"