"Could it be that Turing is a Curseborn?" Merka came to a startling conclusion.

"Are you kidding me? First of all, I'm not even human, so how can I be a Curseborn?"

"And besides, isn't my mother alive and well?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to use her angel, or her relic."

"Rather, since she isn't dead, this glass ring couldn't possibly become a relic."

Turing gave Merka a blank look, thinking Merka's conclusion was the most outlandish.

"No, I have an idea..."

"Turing, listen to me."

"Before, Samael told me that angels only have a sense of smell superior to humans."

"When we were in Erisburg, I unconsciously tested Samael many times and found that, without a special transformation, angels can only use their sense of smell."

"For angels, their sense of smell might be their main way of identifying their owner."

"This also explains why Curseborn can control angels with relics."

"Because angels only recognize scents, not people."

"Do you know, Turing, this actually makes a lot of sense."

"Studies abroad have shown that each person secretes a unique body odor, meaning that scent carries a human biological fingerprint."

"Simply by smelling the scent, angels can determine their owner."

With her mouth wide open, Turing seemed to have an epiphany. She suddenly realized that in the past she had found many arguments that supported Merka's claims.

"Exactly! Back in Red Port, I noticed that angels seemed to hunt their prey by scent."

"Later, when my mother was scolding me in court, I vaguely heard something about scent IDs."

"That must have been what it was about!"

But upon deeper reflection, Turing felt that something wasn't quite right.

"But wait... if angels recognize people solely by scent, wouldn't that mean not only Curseborn, but everyone could use relics?"

Merka pursed her lips, shrugging noncommittally.

"Indeed, that part I'm not too clear on."

"Curseborn might indeed have some special aspect to them that I'm not aware of."

Upon hearing this, Turing thought for a moment, and the clarity she had just achieved began to feel muddled once more.

"Right, there's another flaw in this argument."

"If two Curseborn share the same scent, what would the angels do?"

Without hesitation, Merka promptly responded to this question.

"It's simple to answer that."

"Based on my conjecture."

"Angels would likely choose the side with the stronger scent."

"A mage can only create one relic, surely that's the reason."

"Because only the relic with the strongest scent can take effect."

Merka confidently slipped back on the broken glass ring Turing had given her, and explained to Turing with certainty.

"Now I understand how Oedipus managed to place Beezelbub by your side through some trickery."

"She must have placed bodily fluids like sweat in this glass ring, then eliminated her own scent."

"This way, Beezelbub would follow the ring holder with the strongest smell."

Gently raising a finger, Merka, amidst Turing's astonished gaze, slowly waved his finger that seemed to be lit with the flame of intellectual enlightenment.

A hint of admiration shimmered in Turing's eyes as he was on the verge of clapping his hands in delight.

"Based on this speculation, Oedipus must regularly eliminate his own scent."

"Turing, think about it, does your mother take frequent baths?"

After a brief search through his childhood memories, Turing suddenly realized.

"Indeed!"

"But... even though that makes sense."

"I am not a Curseborn after all!"

Although Turing was already quite convinced by Merka's deduction, she still found it hard to believe such a fantastical notion until the final piece of the puzzle was added to this logical palace.

The most critical thing remained unexplained: why Turing, not being Curseborn, could use a glass ring that was essentially similar to a relic.

"Turing may not be Curseborn, but he certainly has similar properties."

"Proving this point is quite simple."

Merka said no more, his hand reaching for Turing's waist, bringing their bodies closer, their cheeks almost touching.

With widened eyes, Merka's black pupils slowly circulated, as if trying to absorb all the hardships and pains of the world.

"Touch my eyes and see if you can use Joan's relic."