Duke George nodded slightly.
"Alright... I understand," Merka pushed her bangs aside and felt relieved.
"Then, please accompany me," she said.
"I wish to enlist your help in hunting down an angel like the one outside."
Upon hearing this request, Duke George immediately furrowed her brow and asked in confusion, "...Why would you want to do that?"
Merka patiently explained, "My vehicle is a motorcycle equipped with fog lights that can dispel mist."
"But it has run out of fuel for some reason."
"There are few places in Popo City where you can refuel... I have no choice but to take the risk and confront the angel. You should know that angel blood is somewhat similar to gasoline in a way."
"Outside is so foggy that one can't see their own hand, even if three people stand together, they can only see within a range of three to four meters."
"This means even if they want to fly, they can't go very fast."
"But if we ride the motorcycle to the road, we can quickly reach a safe place... like the Solitary Mountain Castle."
"... My motorcycle can easily reach 120 kilometers on the road. My relic also has magic to speed up my reaction time, so I am confident I can drive even faster when the time comes."
"This way, if we can ride the motorcycle, even if we encounter heretics and angels, we have a good chance of outrunning them."
"But actively attacking an angel is indeed a risky move..."
"What do you think?"
Merka laid out her plan in one breath, watching Duke George deeply immersed in thought, feeling a bit anxious.
Duke George looked out at the misty window and pondered quietly for a while.
Merka only then noticed that her profile, tainted by the murky sunlight filtered through the fog, was strikingly similar to Scarlett's, sharing about seventy to eighty percent likeness - not to mention that stubborn self-will, as if carved from the same mold.
But she was quite different from the gentle Yorkshire. Logically, Yorkshire should account for three-quarters of Duke George's bloodline.
Hmm, I wonder how Yorkshire is doing now...
Surviving unscathed under such attacks is a problem in itself.
But as long as she stays with Turing... there shouldn't be much to worry about.
Places around Turing are already scarce in terms of safety.
With this in mind, Merka let out a soft sigh. Just then, Duke George seemed ready and turned back to Merka.
"Finding an angel... will it take a long time?"
Upon hearing Duke George's question, Merka sensed her gaze towards Shang Jun and immediately understood, saying, "It may take some time, but I already have a lead."
"Some oil stains from my motorcycle are on a certain angel, and by following the oil traces, we should be able to find it."
"But I see your main concern is leaving your loved one alone in this unsafe place, right? Rest assured, I have a kind of clone magic that is quite powerful... I will leave a clone here to protect her."
"What do you think?"
Merka watched Duke George's tightened brows, starting to tremble inside. Memories of being scolded and beaten in childhood came back to haunt him; he was really afraid of these so-called nobles.
"Are you still doubting me?" Merka asked tentatively.
"I don't doubt your identity... if you wanted to harm Shang Jun, you could have done so earlier. I doubt the strength of your clone."
"Let's do this: you two boys stay here."
"Combat is a job for women."
"You can send a clone to guide me."
Duke George finished speaking, without giving Merka a chance to question, got up, wiped off the bloodstains on her neck, and left.
"Uh...! Are you injured?"
"You shouldn't force yourself like this!" Merka watched Duke George leave and spoke out loudly.
But Duke George just waved a hand and walked out the door.
As Merka was about to get up to follow, Shang Jun grabbed her sleeve from behind.
Helpless, Merka chanted a spell to create a clone in the shape of a blue cat's paw and followed Duke George.
"Her injury, from killing a large monster that looks like a green mochi just now."
"Don't worry... if it's just that kind of opponent, she wouldn't have been injured at all if she wasn't protecting me."
Shang Jun smiled gently at Merka.
The man's smile was very infectious, exuding a calming and overwhelming beauty.
It's no wonder a head of a great family would be taken with him; this level of charm is not something a worldly man could possess.
Killing an angel alone...? The Lord of Monte Cristo, actually so powerful.
Killing an angel is a hundred times harder than defeating an angel... this means you must have the magic to turn an angel into dust in an instant.
Amazed by the strength of Duke George, Merka was secretly shocked. At the same time, she felt a bit relieved about the upcoming decisive battle.
