"Turing... is this your best effort?"

Turing was covered in wounds, with a large hole torn open in her abdomen, her intestines and liver scattered on the ground.

Turing's heart and organs, fallen on the ground with blood vessels still attached, pulsated vibrantly, resembling shining rubies, radiating an alluring gleam even amidst the dust.

Turing was in excruciating pain.

She squinted with one eye that could still function, trying to clear her blurred vision, and saw Beezelbub approaching her with heavy steps towards her figure.

She pulled out a white key, attempting to strike Beezelbub.

But just as Turing swung the white key, Beezelbub swiftly stomped on it faster, rendering her immobilized.

"You truly disappoint me, Turing."

"You never chose to become an angel, nor did you choose to become human."

"You have not grown at all, your soul immersed in the happy hallucination of idleness, yet your spirit remains restless day after day."

"You couldn't become cruel, nor could you willingly succumb to mediocrity..."

Approaching Turing, Beezelbub furrowed her brows slightly, seeming to suddenly become somewhat melancholic.

She bent down, gently holding Turing's limbs to prevent her from causing harm with her other hand, also using her foot to press down on the white key she had intended to use, now replaced by her hand.

She straddled Turing's broken abdomen, restraining her from all sides.

"Why did I not..."

Turing gritted her teeth, the intense pain making her somewhat disoriented.

The pain was particularly pronounced for Turing now. Clearly, she had not been like this before.

For some reason, she had become more afraid of pain than before.

"You never did!"

"Then why did you not escape to the countryside with Merka, or flee abroad?"

"Why did you foolishly stay in Pochteca, playing make-believe promise-keeping with Maria?"

"Was it because you thought highly of yourself and were conceited?"

"Did you think you could defeat Oedipus, free the chains of hatred, or the cages of oppression?"

"Did you think Merka was your true prince? Did you think as long as he was there, everything would somehow work out?"

"Surely you believed some sweet words from him, about saving Curseborn, saving Acadia."

"Those thoughts, were they truly yours?"

"You dared to think of yourself as a savior!"

"But look, look at Pochteca..."

"Whom can you save? Look, whom can you save?"

"You can't even manage your own affairs!"

Beezelbub grasped Turing's face, gazing into her eyes, and loudly proclaimed.

"Foolish..."

"So foolish."

"You are even more naive and foolish than that little Cursemonger."

"Both of you are hopeless, utterly hopeless!"

"Why..."

"I also want to know the reason."

"Why can Merka sacrifice himself so selflessly for strangers?"

"But when it's his turn to suffer, not a single person steps up to help him."

"I don't understand either..."

"Must the fate of good people end in a dead end?"

Beezelbub pursed her lips, seemingly growing weary of Turing's lack of response.

She gripped Turing's heart, exposed outside her body, lifting her hand to rip it out.

However, her arm was fiercely caught by a flaming dragon claw that suddenly appeared from somewhere, making her pulling action impossible.

"You are wrong... Beezelbub."

"Merka's wish is my wish."

"It's not like I'm pleasing my mother, using others as a means of attachment, but it's genuine friendship from my heart."

"If I run away now, I would betray the shepherd, betray Elizabeth, betray Mostima, betray all those who died because of Oedipus."

Like Merka, I too have countless reasons not to abandon ordinary people to save myself."

"I accept the past, and therefore, I must take responsibility for the past!"

Amid Beezelbub's astonished gaze, Turing spoke while her body rapidly self-repaired.

A dragon head made of flames emerged, opening its gaping jaws, surging out from behind Turing, biting her and enveloping her whole body—Turing's body was instantly covered by a flame armor in the shape of a dragon-human.

"What is this... Ultimate Element?"

"You should only be able to use the Volcano Mode, so how can you still cast other spells!?"

"Merka was right... I can use the ring my mother made because I have a body similar to Curseborn."

"Like Curseborn, I can also use relics."

"Now that Theresa sister's Jade Sunset is gone, the biggest relic left is the black and white keys."

"It's only natural for the black and white keys to become relics. By using the relics, I can command other angels to use magic without being limited by the Volcano Mode."

"The righteous have many supporters, the fallen have few."

"Even though Theresa sister has passed away, she still protects me..."

"Let me show you the power of the dragon Theresa!"