"Shadow, can my angel help me calculate the answer to this puzzle?"

Summoned by Merka, Shadow immediately appeared in the sink where the dishes were being washed. He leisurely sat on the edge of the sink, making the already cramped kitchen feel even more crowded.

"I'm sorry, Merka, your angel does not have the computational power."

"If it were an angel like Turing Miss, then perhaps there would be some possibility."

Upon hearing Shadow's words, Merka was momentarily surprised, then asked, "Can you transform Turing into an attack type?"

Shadow shook his head helplessly and replied, "No, the stronger the angel, the more stringent the control from above."

"An angel's authority is limited. The more authority the higher-ups take, the less I can take."

"Angels like Turing... I'm afraid I can't even change a single line of her code."

"No, I think... you are mistaken, aside."

Merka pondered while supporting her forehead.

"Oedipus also knows that what she is doing is contrary to Kagtua."

"She must have some technique to forcibly remove the higher authority on the angels and have already implemented it."

"The evidence is that she can freely cast curses on Mammon and Samael."

"Mammon and Samael are also powerful angels, so if there were no method to erase their permissions, how could Oedipus easily curse them?"

"Turing's permissions have most likely been erased as well."

"She wouldn't leave this uncertainty unchecked."

"Otherwise, if we truly find the backdrop, wouldn't they be at a disadvantage?"

Merka's words were calm and her mind clear, it was hard to imagine she was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child.

"Merka, who are you talking to?"

"Is it the shadow you mentioned?"

Watching Merka talking to herself for so long, Turing, with some concern, finally couldn't help but ask.

"Well, you make sense."

"I'll give it a try, see if I can turn her into a combat type."

"As a demi-angel, Turing cannot directly touch or gaze at the machines descending from the divinity. You go hold Turing's hand, and I will change her code along your body."

After a moment of contemplation, Shadow agreed to Merka's proposal.

As Merka extended her hand, Shadow moved up Turing's body all at once.

"Turing, everything will be fine, I'm here with you, don't worry."

Seeing Turing's slightly panicked expression, Merka immediately comforted her.

"Now, listen carefully to what I say."

"Help me predict the answer to the puzzle."

"...We're counting on you now."

————————————————————————

"Where am I…"

In the moment when Turing was touched by Merka, she seemed to lose control of her being, her body felt like it was leaving her, her mind devoid of consciousness.

"My body... what's happening?"

Turing tried to speak, but found she couldn't make a sound. Touching her throat, Turing realized she no longer had vocal cords.

Half raising her hands to see, Turing noticed that her entire body, including her arms, was filled with iron columns resembling the nozzles of flamethrowers at the front.

Now, she had completely lost her human form.

Rather than saying she was a person now, it was more accurate to say that she resembled a weapon.

The pungent smell of wild grass assaulted Turing’s senses; she looked around—countless dismembered limbs and broken walls piled up like mountains nearby.

They looked like leftover trash after God’s meal; minced meat, steel, blood fat, all mixed together in a disgusting way that was almost nauseating.

But Turing didn’t feel disgusted; she only felt anger.

Savage, fierce, raging war intent drilled straight into Turing’s mind, almost driving her mad with boundless hatred towards humanity.

【It’s all because of you... all because of your discrimination! Greed!】

【That's why so much blood has been spilled, so much suffering endured!】

【It's all because of your ordinariness, willingly bowing down as slaves to this world that feeds on ordinariness!】

【I will kill all of you... kill all of you!】

————————————————————————

"Wow... Turing, how did you, how did you do that?"

Yorkshire sat beside Turing, unable to contain his excitement, stammering as he spoke.

"I didn't feel any magic fluctuations... the spoon, the spoon actually bent out of thin air! So amazing!"

Turing stared blankly at the spoon in her hand, which had been twisted into a screw by some strange force, finally coming back to her senses.

Looking around, she realized she had unknowingly sat down at the table and started eating.

【Did I lose consciousness?】

【It seems like I entered some strange state just now.】

"Merka, what happened to me just now?"

Turing wiped off a cold sweat, let out a long sigh, half-closed her eyes, propped her elbow on the table, and rested her forehead on her hand.

Turing felt a wave of horror at her recent violent state of mind.

"Um..."

Merka seemed somewhat reluctant to broach the subject.

"Sis, you were so domineering just now! And especially ruthless, like a CEO!"

In Yorkshire’s eyes, there were almost little stars shining as he looked at Turing.

"In fact, Mr. Merka need not dwell on the puzzle matter so much. If I can't perform, let it be. No need to force Miss Turing to figure it out."

"If not, I'll go break the hands of all the musicians who won't attend the Bremen concert next time. Let's see who dares to perform on stage then."

"In that case, that Viscount will have no choice but to ask our orchestra to perform, right?"

Anakus spoke indignantly, seemingly having some objections to Merka revealing the puzzle to Turing.

"You told them about this?"

Turing rested her head on the table and looked at Merka in bewilderment.

"Yes... haha, sorry, I saw how you were, and I panicked, so I just told them about the puzzle."

Merka blushed a little, and from his demeanor, it was clear that he had really been flustered just now.

"It's nothing... I'm fine."

"But just now, I did have a feeling as if I were predicting something."

"I might already know the answer to that puzzle of yours."

Turing mysteriously smiled faintly at the people seated around the dining table.