"Merka, the sun is almost halfway up the mountain. We should go."

"Did you park your motorcycle all over Bocity as if it's your own property?"

"The closest one is in the Royal Hospital's parking garage number one, let's hurry up."

Merka, getting dressed in front of the rack, furrowed his brows impatiently. This shadow had been urging him to hit the road since the alarm went off.

Acadia, who usually slept until ten in the morning, couldn't stand this agitation.

"Don't rush me, I'm already on my way."

"And could you stop accessing my memories all the time? And even if you do, at least keep it to yourself, alright?"

"I'm starting to regret carrying you around like this. In this case, I might as well go find backdrop on my own."

The shadow's unfiltered way of speaking was making Merka a bit upset.

What did it mean by "parking my motorcycle all over the place"? It sounded like Merka was indulging in excess, like a hedonist.

As a monk who practiced detachment and self-restraint, Merka avoided such behavior.

Artificial intelligence truly remained artificial; they simply lacked the emotional intelligence to understand what should or should not be said.

But what amused Merka was how the shadow now kind of resembled Turing, whom Merka had encountered at the beginning.

Thinking of Turing brought a sweet feeling to Merka's heart, easing the pent-up emotions from the night before.

"By the way... I have another question about Lady Maria."

"Lady Maria, the Pontiff, she must have come into contact with the mechanical deification, right?"

"In that case, you definitely wouldn't miss the chance to access her memories..."

"So, you must also know what actually lies in the Montecristo family's underground during the terrorist attack, right?"

"They claimed it was an armory... but it was actually something else, wasn't it?"

"You're mistaken. It was exactly as they claimed."

The shadow replied casually.

"It was just an armory involved in the production of weapons that were not meant to be seen by the public."

The shadow paused, sighed, stood beside Merka with arms crossed, adopting a slightly more relaxed posture as if preparing to elaborate further to Merka.

"The Nephilim are life forms that mimic the divine, parasitic pilots."

"These life forms can best harness the power of the angels."

"Unfortunately, without a code checker to regulate their bodies, they cannot handle the massive influx of information in their brains, leading to madness."

"Without an artificial intelligence soul to serve as a stabilizer, their flesh is also extremely unstable and prone to spontaneous explosions."

One of the lab's greatest research achievements was the Nephilim."

"And the most successful creation among the Nephilim is Abdiel."

"Unfortunately, Abdiel has already been driven insane by the lab. She can no longer be groomed as a warrior like Dunkelzahn by Maria and others."

"They found her burdensome. When Lucifer launched the rebellion, they left her in the lab."

"Lucifer, pitying her, decapitated her, hoping to kill her and end her suffering."

When Oedipus left, Maria and the others returned to the lab to tidy up the results of the experiment, only to find that Abdiel was not dead.

Her extraordinary regenerative ability became her most cruel curse.

But for Maria and her companions, this curse was a complete advantage. They took advantage of it, constantly dismembering, cutting, and crushing her, using her body's fragments to create all kinds of firearms and weapons.

Now, more than twenty years have passed, tormenting Abdiel has become an industry chain.

Through this bloody arms industry, Maria has stockpiled enough judgments and rulings to equip over ten thousand elite troops.

This is also Maria's trump card in the battle against Oedipus.

Tens of thousands of judgments and rulings, even if bestowed upon a non-magical man, are enough to go head to head with a regular Kyopa army.

And now Oedipus himself has been severely wounded by Theresa.

It is understandable that Maria is deluded into thinking she will win.

Meanwhile, Merka, now dressed, walked out of the villa, headed to where she parked her motorcycle by the lake, and rode towards Maria's location.

Upon hearing the voice from the rear seat of her motorcycle, Merka felt puzzled.

"Do you really think Maria stands no chance of winning on her own?"

Merka inquired.

"Of course not... Even now, Maria has yet to do anything beyond Oedipus's plan."

"They are simply not on the same level; the gap is too wide."

"It's like comparing a mayfly to a giant whale - the disparity is just that absurd."

The shadow showed no emotion and replied calmly.