"Furniture?"

"Is it furniture that Maria gave to Merka?"

【Maria is quite considerate.】

"Silly, it's my own furniture."

"Maria wants to send someone to monitor your daily activities."

"As you know, as people grow older, they tend to worry about this and that."

"Tucoco, don't blame Maria."

Dunkerque stood up from the TV cabinet, smoothed her wrinkled skirt, elegantly walked to the French window, opened it, and stepped out onto the balcony.

With her hands resting on the railing, she gazed thoughtfully at the blue sky.

"Although I can't compromise on sending someone to monitor, at least we can discuss the candidate."

"And so, with a heart yearning for Tucoco,"

"I volunteered to come and stay here."

Dunkerque smiled and gently waved at Turing.

"Well, I'll be going now, we'll chat later."

With a flick of her tentacles, Dunkerque crawled out of the window like a spider.

Watching the woman's figure fade away outside the window, Turing suddenly realized a serious problem.

【She's here, does that mean there's no more private time for me and Merka?】

【This, this can't be...】

"Did that woman leave..."

Merka first lifted a corner of the blanket, cautiously scanned around, confirmed no one was there, then relaxed and stuck her head out from the blanket.

"You've been awake for a while."

Turing felt a movement in his blanket, the sweet warmth gradually flowing towards him. Turing felt warm in his heart, feeling the happiness of waking up with someone by his side, but also feeling the preciousness of this happiness.

"What's wrong with Dunkerque?"

Turing saw that Merka seemed a little frightened and flustered, and asked in confusion.

"That iron-blooded instructor..."

"Ah, forget it, it's a painful memory."

Merka had a bitter look, obviously not wanting to say much on this topic.

"Really...? Dunkerque is actually very nice."

"What nice things, she's only more tolerant of excellent students..."

Merka pouted, apparently not having a good impression of Dunkerque.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, Dunkerque, as a half-angel, doesn't have an angel."

"Turing actually does."

"Could it be a natural advantage of being a half-angel?"

Merka seemed to suddenly think of something, sat up from the warm blanket, propped herself up with a pillow, gently leaned back against the bed frame, and asked Turing.

"No... um."

【Isn't it because I'm a boy that I don't have an angel?】

【But half-angels seem to not have an angel either.】

"No, I really don't have an angel."

"Before, my mom seemed to lend me angel wings."

Turing hesitated with his words, unsure.

"Are you talking about... Beezelbub?"

"Oedipus lent her own angel to you?"

"How did she manage that?"

Upon hearing Turing's words, Merka's expression grew somewhat serious.

"Well, as for how she managed it... it's because of this."

Turing retrieved his hand from under the blanket, gently rubbing the ring on his finger.

"The glass ring I gave you at that time was the one my mother gave me."

"It seemed that ever since I got that ring, I could use magic."

"Later on, I accidentally damaged the ring."

"And my mother gave me another identical one."

Merka carefully examined the ring on his hand, noticing that it seemed to contain a fluid-filled pouch, which was now ruptured.

【Come to think of it, that's true indeed.】

【I was even thinking how powerful this ring was, and yet my mother managed to produce two of them.】

【Now it seems that the main provider of magical power was Beezelbub after all.】

【The ring might have just played a triggering role.】

Turing felt somewhat strange, although he knew his mother must have borrowed Beezelbub for his use, he still wasn't clear about Beezelbub's relationship with the ring.

"Wait a minute, your description of this ring sounds like a relic."

"An item storing magical power..."

"Isn't that just like a relic."

Merka withdrew his other hand from under the blanket, took off the glass ring on his left hand, and examined it carefully.

"No, that's not it."

Turing shook his head.

"Your statement is actually incorrect."

"The people of Acadia don't actually possess magic."

"All magic is wielded by angels stationed near the Acadia people, and the corresponding incantations are essentially commands to the angels."

"Though the exact mechanism by which the Curseborn use magic is unknown."

"It should also involve mage relics, driving the deceased mages' angels through some kind of connection."

Merka furrowed his brow, sinking into thought at Turing's words, and remained silent for quite some time.

After a long while, Merka finally spoke; "Are you sure about this?"

Turing nodded, affirming his certainty.

"I asked Dunkirk sister about it, and she didn't give a direct answer."

"But I'm pretty certain about it."

"The difference between how I use magic now and how I used it before is too significant."

"The changes in my body, I wouldn't miss them."

"And most importantly, the expiration date of relics coincides perfectly with the time of the angels' death after losing their owners. Don't you find that quite coincidental?"