The revelry of Turing's music came to a temporary halt.

The ancient and solemn city walls of Porto have given birth to new stories here.

In this desolate edge of Porto, where the fashionable atmosphere has gradually become thin and eventually silent.

A stunning beauty sat quietly on the grim white walls soaring over ten meters. She cast a gaze at the intricate machinery and sparse guards below the city walls, letting out a soft sigh.

This beauty with frosty eyes and cold brows, with a complex look in her eyes, turned to look towards the center of Porto and stubbornly fished out a cigar from her coat pocket, cut off the end, preparing to light it.

But suddenly, a pair of slender hands reached out, producing a flickering flame with a snap, completing the action for her.

"Dunkirk, tired of patrolling? Let me do it for you."

Paris bent down, propping one arm on her smooth thigh, tilting her head, smiling brightly at Dunkirk sitting on the ground, exuding youthful charm.

"Oh, Paris..."

"Not tired at all."

"Lady Maria gave me this inhuman body so that I could withstand fatigue and fearlessness of life and death."

"Now is the time when my presence is needed to guard the city. I have no reason to flee from the forefront of battle."

Dunkirk retracted her legs hanging down the city wall, which had started to grow numb. She hugged her knees tightly, burying her head in her arms to speak.

Soon, she felt this action was too childish and embarrassingly put her legs back down.

She sneakily glanced back at her colleague standing behind her, and Dunkirk's face blushed slightly.

"...You!"

"You are not cute, which is why you can't find a partner."

"A woman, with a foundation of strength, must have a hint of vulnerability in order for a man to feel needed."

"Otherwise, if you act like you can handle everything on your own, how will they feel you need companionship?"

Paris patted the dirty wall ash on the city wall and sat down next to Dunkirk.

"I don't need..."

Dunkirk subconsciously wanted to retort, but hesitated for a moment, and then closed her mouth with a desolate expression.

"Don't say that."

"Women, as creatures, are born stronger than men but also born more dangerous."

"While men are born with a sense of insecurity."

So you have to learn to make yourself appear less threatening. Only then will they be willing to engage with you."

"If you come off as too aggressive every day, strangers will stay away. Not just men, even women won't dare to interact with you."

"It has nothing to do with your appearance, understand?"

"It has nothing to do with any distortions or abnormalities in your body."

Paris emphasized again at a crucial moment.

"You've pushed yourself too hard."

Paris, with her eyes radiating a golden sheen, gazed calmly at Dunkirk, almost making Dunkirk feel a little embarrassed.

"...Hmm."

"Thank you, Paris."

Conversing with Paris is a very comforting thing; she is the epitome of elegance among Acadia's traditional nobility.

She possesses insight and a remarkable memory. She is familiar with the preferences of everyone she knows, and her demeanor is gentle and refined, with profound knowledge of the past and present.

She does not flatter intentionally, but the tone of every word she says is sweet and charming, genuinely making people feel appreciative.

Working with someone like this is usually a pleasure, at least that's what Dunkirk thinks.

"Let's not talk about that for now."

"Do you want to go listen to Turing and Merka's concert?"

Paris looked at the quiet Dunkirk smoking a cigar, and suddenly said, "Well... let's forget it."

"Oedipus has declared himself emperor over there. I guess it won't be long before the two factions will be at war."

"That's why Lady Maria is outside the city, with three missile launchers enough to cover the entire city range."

"Each missile is also loaded with so much mechanical god-grinding powder."

"It's all to guard against the upcoming Beezelbub."

Dunkirk took a deep drag of his cigarette, then seemed to exhale all the pressure in his body, one hand on his chest, squeezing the smoke deeply out of his lungs.

"I can't trust such an important task to my subordinates."

Dunkirk glanced at his subordinates joking and fooling around under the city wall, sighed helplessly.