"It's time for the final lesson, my body can't handle it anymore if this continues." Dunkirk, who was laying sideways in the water, turned over and looked up at the sky. She took out a pill bottle from her pocket and swallowed a pill.
She laid there like a dead fish.
"Do you want to try the pill?"
"Made by Bell Flower."
Dunkirk, who was lying flat without any defense, turned her eyes towards Turing. Maybe because she was too tired, she didn't even bother lifting her head.
"So it was made by Bell Flower, no wonder it can have a calming effect."
"But isn't it expensive? I can't afford it."
Because of the angle, Dunkirk's face appeared to have a slight double chin in Turing's eyes, which made Turing find it somewhat amusing.
Such an aloof beauty, she must be the kind of top star who requires booking an appointment to even have a chance to meet her, especially since she is one of Maria's twelve disciples.
But now, here she was, lying so carelessly in front of her like a corpse.
"Cut it out, Tucoco."
"Acadia is such a big place, there is no one with more wealth and power than you and your mother."
"But unfortunately, I... am still just an office worker, relying only on the few bucks I earn from helping people with lawsuits. I don't know when I'll be able to own my own property."
Dunkirk searched her body, trying to find a cigarette but realized that the only pack she had was already soaked into a ball of paper.
Helplessly, she threw the cigarette box into the air and turned over, exposing the complex scars on her back.
Although Dunkirk's fresh blood was still gushing out from the shower-like wounds, it was obvious that it was much better than before.
Dunkirk's recovery ability was already top-notch among the artificial half-angels.
Even though her injuries had improved, she simply turned over and lazily lay in the water, showing no intention of getting up.
"Alright, Turing, now you practice by yourself. I will teach you while lying down."
"The so-called fifth lesson, which is the final one, is about teaching you a move that every half-angel must learn."
"It's about using your severed limbs as hidden weapons, like throwing bombs."
"We call this type of attack {retribution}."
"What kind of attack is this?!"
Seeing Turing frown with a disgusted expression, Dunkirk shrugged her shoulders and her tone became slightly more serious and firm.
"You have to learn it, it's a powerful move."
"And... how should I put it."
"I'm also curious about what kind of retribution a natural-born half-angel like you can do."
"It's strange that you, as a half-angel, have the same strength as the seven great demons."
"The research institute has tried using human sperm or eggs combined with angel cells, but they all failed."
"But your mother not only succeeded, but also gave birth to a talented person like you."
"I think she must have known something a long time ago."
"Maybe... the secret of how to fully control an angel has been found within you."
A flaming spiral long spear instantly appeared in Turing's hand, the terrifying and sinister vortex without any sign, suddenly swept through, blowing all the surrounding lake water into the sky.
"Even if it's the teacher, I'll get angry if you say that again."
"The incident at the Research Institute happened so long ago, do you still think about completely controlling the angels?"
"...... Ah, sorry."
Dunkirk honestly lay back down and apologized to Turing.
"Hmph, you're not allowed to mention this again next time."
Turing pouted and gave Dunkirk a disdainful look.
With a swift motion, Turing, holding the spiral spear, ruthlessly struck his own wrist.
In an instant, a flood-like surge of blood burst out. Turing remained expressionless, then reversed his grip on the spiral spear and forcefully levered and twisted. A palm that was propelled by the blood like a drill bit flew off from Turing.
But it lightly fell in the middle of the lake and disappeared.
"You cut too much. Don't sever so many limbs at once for an angel with such immense magic power."
"The gods cherish their people. They will take away the half-angel limbs that can cause massive destruction."
Dunkirk was still lying down, watching Turing's every move with a sideways glance, explaining the tricks of using skills to Turing.
"For Tucoco... let me think, about the amount of a fingernail or a strand of hair each time should be enough."
In the blink of an eye, the severed palm completely recovered. Turing looked at the motionless Dunkirk and nodded gently.
This time, Turing extended his finger, intending to break off a piece of fingernail...
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Merka exchanged the gold given by Bordeaux for a bank-accepted cheque and hurriedly arrived at the old man's residence.
Bang, bang, bang, the wooden door was knocked vigorously by Merka, raising a cloud of dust.
"Master~"
Merka shouted with a long voice.
"What's the matter? Summoning spirits?"
"You almost woke up my old lady."
The old man rubbed his still-sleepy eyes, mustering his energy and came to the door to open it for Merka. It seems he was napping just now.
"I've brought the money for you."
A brand new parchment scroll was unfolded by Merka in front of the old man, with black letters on white paper and a red seal, everything as it should be.
