"Should we go after her? Merka."

"It seems like she headed towards the city wall."

"She might be going to remove the hidden missile trucks that Maria set up on the outskirts of the city."

"No, let's not go."

Merka responded to the shadow. With his head lowered, his bangs covering his handsome face that was as refreshing and moist as a willow leaf, he appeared like a cold and intelligent commander.

"Since Oedipus already knows that Maria has a hydrogen bomb, she will definitely not let that hydrogen bomb fall into her own hands."

"Actually, thinking back, hasn't it always been like this?"

"She is an absolutely meticulous woman... as long as she knows something, there has never been anything she can't prevent."

"She always strategizes and positions herself to be unbeatable. Every time with just a little strategy, she can manipulate us in circles."

"To defeat someone like her... one has to strike where she doesn't know."

Merka suddenly drew out the twisted wand from his waist and, with a fierce look, walked towards the angel that had been twisted into a lump by the teleportation gate earlier.

"What she doesn't know about? Oedipus..."

Upon hearing Merka's words, the shadow humanizedly swallowed his saliva. He desperately wanted to read Merka's mind, to see what this clever little guy had in store.

But the shadow's mouth was faster than his body, throwing the question back at Merka.

"What she doesn't know is you and me, aside."

For the first time, Merka called out the shadow's true name.

Facing the lump of flesh, he squatted down and waved to the shadow, signaling him to come closer.

"I just thought about it. If Oedipus really only relies on the forces you mentioned, she simply cannot pose a threat to Turing, let alone bringing back Turing."

"But Beezelbub has been divided into many parts now. Even though Beezelbub is still strong, its chances of winning against Turing have certainly decreased."

"I believe Oedipus, who plans meticulously, wouldn't take such a risky move."

"So, Oedipus is left with only one option."

"She must have a way to bring back all the angels that were split from Beezelbub and have them remerge with the main body."

"Only then can she completely defeat Turing."

Merka asserted confidently. However, his inference was immediately countered by the shadow.

"No, you're wrong. The angels' avatars can only return to their main body if they die, otherwise, it's impossible."

"Unless..."

The shadow paused. In the next moment, his body trembled as if struck by lightning.

Merka's cleverness was like an icy wind sweeping over a frozen lake, giving the shadow an involuntary chill.

"Unless you use a curse."

Merka uttered the words the shadow had in mind.

"Yes, I have grasped the final lifeline of Oedipus."

"She is unaware of our existence, and only we can deliver a heavy blow to Oedipus."

"But now, I still need one last piece of evidence to support my theory."

"Aside, you can curse. Then you must also be able to see curses."

"Please help me see what curse Oedipus has placed on this lump of flesh, alright?"

Merka pointed to the angelic flesh on the ground, speaking slowly to the shadow.

"...I understand."

The shadow gently extended his hand towards the flesh and submerged his five fingers into it.

After a while, the shadow withdrew his hand and nodded affirmatively to Merka.

"You were right, Merka."

"Oedipus did indeed curse these Beezelbub avatars."

"One of the curses compels all Beezelbub's angels to obey Oedipus's summons."

"At a single call from Oedipus, these angels will all return to Beezelbub and recombine with the main body."

"But how can this defeat Oedipus?"

Merka did not answer the shadow. He remained silent, holding the twisted wand and cutting open the body under him, taking out the mechanical god descending from his bosom.

Using his claws, he wrapped the mechanical god descending into a ball and placed it inside the body.

"It's time to say goodbye, aside."

"No. If we can achieve the final victory... we probably won't see each other again, right?"

Merka pushed the cat-claw-wrapped mechanical god as deep as possible into the body of flesh, then used a few cat claws as surgical sutures to stitch up the wound.

"I see..."

"Since Beezelbub will eventually reclaim its avatars, you devise a plan within her avatars to set a mechanical god descending."

"Once she takes back the avatars, you release the cat claws, and then you can severely injure her."

"...Merka, you're truly a genius."

As the shadow was about to vanish, he finally praised Merka wholeheartedly.

With Merka's body completely leaving the mechanical god, the shadow's praise dispersed like a fleeting breeze.

Its black figure, like the impending night tide in the dusk, gradually faded from Merka's sight.