Turing raised her eyelids slightly, almost unable to lift them under the overwhelming cold air pressure. Supported by her blurry gaze, she looked at the remnants of Yorkshire right in front of her.

She knew full well that if she didn't fight back soon, there was a real possibility of her death.

Because that's how Yorkshire perished.

Because of her hesitation, because of her delayed reaction.

The image of that snow-white girl in Turing's memory was forever frozen in the moments when they played music and whispered to each other on the stage.

The thought of missing her forever made Turing unable to raise her right hand to retaliate, no matter how hard she tried.

"I was too naive."

"I always... I'm always so naive."

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"Too naive, darling."

By the lush stream, the sound of flowing water carried away the fallen leaves, reminding me of your smile.

In my childhood, I struggled to stand in the middle of the shallow stream, scooping up water with my hands, squinting my eyes to look towards the riverbank.

There, a figure of extreme gentleness and delicacy sat in front of the barbecue grill by the riverbank, patiently grilling fish.

"Who would call me darling?"

"Is it Mom?"

"But how could Mom ever call me that..."

"If the fish falls, it falls..."

"No need to go catch another one."

"If it got away, it can only mean... it's not its time to be caught yet."

Samael's cheerful yet tender voice rang out.

Looking at her beautiful face, I realized deeply that she should be a sister who was once very close to me. But I couldn't match her with any image of anyone in my mind.

"What does 'naive' mean?"

In my memories, I stubbornly held onto my dress, my tender soles stepping on the uneven pebbles under the stream, unwilling to go ashore.

"...Naive means not believing in fate."

Samael paused for a moment, speaking thoughtfully.

"Some things, no matter if you're right or wrong, good or bad, once passed, are gone."

"You can't turn back time. And you can't really make amends for anything you do."

"If you hurt someone, you can apologize, make amends, but the wound you cause in their heart will remain like a pear tree stump planted, forever there."

"So... to not be weighed down by your naive emotions, you have to learn to compromise, to make do."

"For example... see, the fish is grilled."

Samael picked up the three small fish grilled on the charcoal fire and stood up, walking to the riverbank.

She looked at me, standing helplessly in the middle of the stream, and calmly sat down, blowing on the grilled fish near her mouth.

"Let me give you my share to eat. You can have two, I'll have one."

At that time, I couldn't understand any of this.

I just stared resentfully at the grilled fish in Samael's hands, feeling unworthy of her kindness.

"No... I don't want it."

"I must catch another one..."

Young as I was, still at an age of unclear speech, I only knew the value of perseverance, not the kindness of giving up.

Unable to keep my balance, I slipped on the slippery pebble.

The world spun around, but the imagined pain never came.

I fell into a warm embrace.

"Darling..."

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"...And that's why I say you're too naive."

Oedipus stood on the shattered ice mountain, looking down at Turing lying in the melting snow below.

In the end, Turing unleashed her punishment.

As the dark mushroom clouds rose slowly in the sky, a massive explosion flattened everything around Turing, buildings and ice mountains alike.

No life, no living being could escape unscathed in this horrific aftermath.

Mountains crumbled, soil fissured, huge chasms emerged, and a painful destruction suddenly descended.

Even the four angels who were fighting Turing moments ago, couldn't escape being pulverized into dust by this atomic bomb-like energy.

The majestic ice mountain melted by tremendous heat turned into a trickle of stream, flowing through Turing's body like a gentle creature.

Exhausted, Turing lay down in the midst of the flowing water.

The toxic remnants left by the havoc on both sides of the water hadn't completely dissipated yet. They seemed like vibrant grass intertwined in the stream, silently flowing away with the current.

After meeting Samael ten years later, it seemed like everything had an answer.

"You've been through a lot... darling."

Oedipus jumped down from the ice mountain, calmly walking up to Turing.

"Let's go, let's go home."

"...Oedipus?"

Turing looked surprised, trying to get up to face the adversary, but to her astonishment, Oedipus had taken only a few steps before falling down in front of her.

As Oedipus's figure gradually faded, Samael's appearance from Turing's memory emerged.

At this moment, Samael was bleeding from all seven orifices, as if on the brink of death.

"So that's it... meeting the aggressors explodes in anger, meeting the flowers leads to death."

"So the flower refers to Turing... hehe."

"Mammon... that guy, truly has talent. He really made me laugh in annoyance."

Samael coughed, black blood gushing out from her seven orifices like from a broken oil tank.

"Thanks to Mammon's foresight to predict Oedipus would alter my memories, he didn't allow me to end up fighting my sister to the death..."

"That's not bad... at least being able to die in Turing's embrace... that's worth it in this life."

Turing widened her eyes, hastily embracing the bleeding Samael as if she would vanish at any moment.

Tears welled up in Turing's eyes, screaming in disbelief.

"Sister! Is that you! Is it you...!"

"Is this our first meeting? No..."

"We must have met many times before!"

"In the depths of my dreams... I told you over and over again that I love you..."

"Every day, I dreamed of the day when I could meet you..."

"But... but..."

Samael gently raised her hand, touching Turing's face that was dewy like a flower on the verge of withering.

Turing stared in disbelief as she watched Samael's life signs rapidly fading on her knees, unable to utter a word.

"The missed fish, should not be chased after, nor turned away."

"It's time to end, darling."

"No one can accompany anyone forever."

As Samael finished her words, a grand magic wave surged into the sky.

The curse program set by Mammon deep within Samael's body began to accelerate at light speed.

The stories of Samael's brief life flickered in her mind like a carousel as her consciousness faded away.

Raising a child isn't an easy task, Mammon.

But even in its difficulties, there is sweetness.

Unlike many other hardships in this world;

With a child, you have ample time.

You will gradually get used to it and enjoy it.

I take care of Turing every day.

In caring for Turing, I see my past deeds in the laboratory redeemed.

Turing, I've acted recklessly and without considering the consequences all my life.

The only thing I regret,

Is not loving you more back then.

Not loving you a bit more.

But these are things that cannot be changed.

A rose is born to have the courage to grow even when beheaded.

Turing, embrace the future.

When I die, you will become a part of the new world.

And thus,

The last hint of consciousness faded away.

Samael's consciousness vanished completely into nothingness.

In front of Turing, countless sharp tentacles tore through Samael's back.

Under the control of the curse, numerous tentacles extended from her body surface, twisting Samael into a pretzel.