"And the spell is like a key that drives the angel to use the corresponding skill."

"Is that so?"

Turing raised his hand and then gently put it down.

Feeling the body now filled with strange power, Turing now has a completely new understanding of magic and sorcery.

"Oh...That's how you think."

Dunkirk exerted all his strength and tightly stretched the willow sword on one side of his body.

"If you want to know the answer, feel it with your own body."

For a moment, Dunkirk's body coming forward seemed to be dislocated, and several chaotic sword movements, either diagonally or straight, attacked Turing.

Some of them were illusions created by the backdrop, and some were real, but Turing was not worried at all.

Turing's quick-moving eyes excluded attack angles that the human body couldn't make and attack directions that posed no threat to himself, accurately recognizing the sword shadows that needed to be avoided.

After that, it was just evading the attacks like a leisurely walk in the garden.

However, just as Turing was skillfully maneuvering through the storm of swords, wanting to counterattack, Dunkirk suddenly changed from a slash to a stab, and the sword fiercely struck Turing's chest.

The sound of the sword blade breaking erupted, and the sharp and white sword tip, which was full of killing intent, instantly broke into two sections when it touched Turing's skin, which was as hard as granite.

"This is where the second stage ends."

"Miss, it is truly remarkable for someone of your age to have such an understanding of martial arts."

Giving a faint praise, Dunkirk threw the broken sword in his hand towards Turing.

Turing steadily caught the sword and waved it twice with her hand, shaking her head helplessly.

She now felt that no matter what weapon she used, it would break into two pieces with just a little force.

"Oh please, I have completely lost."

There was both blame and unwillingness in her words, but at this moment, Turing's expression was so natural and relaxed, as if she was talking about something unrelated to herself.

Dunkirk looked at Turing strangely. She knew that the previous Turing would never admit his defeat in front of her, let alone in such a relaxed manner.

"You don't seem to be worried at all."

"Aren't you afraid that Maria has already announced to the world that the young lady Altria is actually a boy?"

Dunkirk couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"I don't think she will."

"She will definitely use this as a threat against me."

"For example, if I cause trouble and don't follow her plan, she will tell Merka that I used to be a boy."

"I can't do anything about this, so for now, I'll just listen to her."

Turing's relaxed tone, as if she had everything under control, deeply moved Dunkirk at this moment.

This woman was scared.

She didn't know if under her guidance, there would emerge a person like Oedipus.

But Dunkirk was Dunkirk after all. As one of the twelve disciples and a top wizard among countless magicians, she quickly came back to her senses.

Shaking her head, Dunkirk decided not to think about distant things anymore.

"Now it's time for the third stage of learning."

"Here, take this sword. Remember to use it to defend against attacks in the next stage. Don't rely solely on your body to resist, because even if you use your body to resist, it won't be considered a success."

"In fact, when I was teaching other noble ladies, there was no such stage."

"But considering the extremely dangerous enemies we will face in the future, I think it's necessary to add this lesson."

Dunkirk relaxed his posture, his fingertips twirling around, gently pulling out a sleek object from the belt of his dress.

"Why is your weapon getting smaller and smaller?"

Turing held the broken willow sword, took a stance, and complained to Dunkirk.

"Assassins are more powerful when their weapon attack range is smaller."

"And look at this."

Dunkirk lifted the sleek object and showcased it to Turing, facing the sunlight.

"This is not a dagger, it's a swordfish bill."

"I just polished and made it this morning."

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Turing could tell that the swordfish bill was actually very sharp.

"This is the third lesson I'm going to teach you."

"When using a backdrop, always remember the role you are playing."

"You need to understand the character's personality, their traits, and their habits."

"Only then can you portray them perfectly without revealing any flaws."

Just as Turing was still contemplating the meaning of this statement, Dunkirk suddenly dived into the lake beneath their feet and disappeared.

"What!?"

Turing couldn't believe his eyes. Dunkirk disappeared right in front of him. According to reason, how much magic power would it take to use a backdrop in such a situation?

"Did he turn into a fish?"

Turing quickly scanned the lake surface, which reached his knees, but found nothing.

"Could he have turned directly into water?"

Turing felt a chill, sensing the danger of the dagger constantly hanging on his back.