"However... Sister."

"What does it mean to make more of these now?"

"Weren't there many made before?"

Caressing the small Turing in her arms, Dunkirk heard Turing's insightful words, causing a startle within her.

Her throat tightened, Dunkirk pondered for a moment and then replied, "Now is a time of military preparedness, so we definitely have to make more of these magical devices."

"This is a magical device?"

"But why do I feel like it's not consuming my magic at all."

Turing looked at the glowing barrel in her hand, gently stroking the gun's casing and grip, her tone filled with confusion.

"Speaking of which."

"Why do I feel like when I pull the trigger, the magical energy released by the pistol is so similar to Punishment?"

"You guys didn't turn other half-angels into weapons, did you?"

"..."

Dunkirk was at a loss for words for a moment, she released her embrace, looking at the adorable little girl in front of her, her pupils suddenly contracting.

She suddenly realized that the terrifying intimidation emanating from this girl was not diminished in the slightest by her sweet and lovely demeanor. Just like Oedipus, even though her appearance was as gentle and warm as spring water, the people around her felt as cold as being on the snow-capped Himalayan peaks.

This girl really inherited some qualities similar to Oedipus.

It made people not only resent the power of inheritance but also feel a deep sense of fear.

"Ah... This,"

Dunkirk's brain raced quickly, she frowned, thinking of how to come up with a reason Turing could accept.

Otherwise, if she were to tell the truth, Dunkirk was really afraid of the impact of the cruel reality on such a small child.

"Humph~"

Turing played with the gun in her hand, slightly pressing her finger against what seemed to be a gap, but still couldn't disassemble it.

Afraid of accidentally damaging it, Turing put the gun away.

Glancing thoughtfully at the speechless Dunkirk, Turing sighed, silently walked over to the suitcase beside Dunkirk, and helped Dunkirk lift two boxes.

"If you don't want to say, then forget it."

"But don't lie to me, Sister Dunkirk."

"You know if Merka were here right now, you wouldn't be able to fool him at all."

"On this point, you and Maria have already discussed it with Merka, right?"

Turing dragged the suitcases and began to walk forward.

Seeing that Turing didn't intend to ask further, Dunkirk, on the other hand, tactfully followed behind Turing, also carrying bags of various sizes, led by Turing into the villa.

"Mm... Yes."

Dunkirk seemed to deflate, nodding her head.

"Ahaha..."

"That's good, lucky that Turing is such a obedient child."

"If it were Joan, she would definitely not stop digging until she got the whole truth—In that case, I wouldn't know what to do."

"Did Dunkirk also teach Joan?"

Turing suddenly became interested in the topic.

Dunkirk saw Turing actively changing the subject and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, all us disciples have taught Joan."

"Her magical talent is not low, she just isn't willing to practice diligently."

"Of course, that's not to say she's not a good child."

"On the contrary, she's too good of a child."

"She's different from adults like Lady Maria, with their grand wisdom and kindness."

"Miss Joan is a pure soul, harmoniously connected to nature."

"Her kindness is innate, unaltered by worldly influences."

"She's meticulous, and excels at taking care of others' feelings in small details."

"She likes to help those around her, even extending a hand to the Curseborn."

"By the way, if it weren't for Miss Joan timely discovering Merka on the street, Merka might have frozen to death in the street."

"We didn't agree with her always selflessly supporting orphanages back then, but now... tsk tsk."

"Perhaps this was the best arrangement after all."

Dunkirk glanced at Turing's profile, noticing him pouting as if jealous, but this small expression was quickly hidden by her.

Hehe, although showing signs of Oedipus in mentality and temperament, he's still a child after all.

Dunkirk looked joyfully at the adorable Turing, filled with visions of the sweet life that awaited them in the mansion.

This is like having paid pets! And two little pets at that, even living in a grand house!

Two lovely kids, what else could they be but pets?

It's just a pity that the other cute little pet, though adorable, isn't as easy to play with.

"Oh dear, it seems someone has already come back."

Turing and Dunkirk walked through the large iron gate in front of the mansion, arriving at the entrance hall, only to find the door already open.