Turing looked up at the sky, where the dark and heavy clouds blended together, and she fell into a deep silence.

【In the end, the reason why I am now imprisoned.】

【It's all because I am not strong enough.】

【How can I gain the power to defeat Oedipus?】

【What am I still lacking in...】

【What is it that I still can't measure up to her?】

"Miss, it looks like it's going to rain... Let's go back."

"Are you lost in thought again?"

Yanling looked at Turing's profile, feeling a sudden pang in her heart.

As the sporadic raindrops fell on Yanling, she paused, reaching her hand towards the deep void.

Looking at the churning dark clouds in the sky, Yanling whispered softly to Turing.

But Turing remained silent, gazing at the sky, unaffected by the gradually intensifying drizzle.

Rumble

The rain suddenly poured down, drenching Turing and Yanling's hair.

The chilly raindrops, like blossoming flowers in the sky, bloomed, withered, and finally left their marks on the pedestrians.

The summer night rain was especially poignant, stirring up desires.

"Miss! Let's go back!"

"You'll catch a cold at this rate!"

Seeing no sign of movement from Turing, Yanling, who stood behind Turing, hurriedly took two or three steps towards her and embraced her from behind. Although she was a grown-up eighteen-year-old girl, she appeared tall in front of Turing, but when she held Turing tightly from behind, she seemed as petite as a child in need of comfort.

"I know Miss is very capable... I also know that as a mere servant, I have neither the ability nor the right to intervene in your affairs..."

"But how I wish you could rely on me!"

"Or rely on me, or rely on His Majesty, I implore you, please don't walk away without a word like before..."

"I am truly worried, I am truly scared..."

"Since the moment His Majesty arranged for me to be in your chamber, you have been the meaning of my life!"

"The only worth of my existence is to be your servant, Miss..."

"If something were to happen to you, I, I, I..."

"Sob."

Whether it was tear or rainwater, it wet Turing's collar. Yanling's faint crying blended with the sound of raindrops, as if playing a melody on the rare sound of Turing's ears.

Turing turned around, shifting her weary and captivating eyes from the sky to Yanling.

She looked at the crying Yanling in front of her, pursed her lips slightly, and reached out to embrace her.

"Don't cry... don't cry."

"I won't leave."

Turing said.

【...】

【I also want to rely on you.】

【But how can that be possible?】

【I cannot burden you with the fate I cannot bear...】

【Rely on others... Rely on others...】

【If I had my own angel like Oedipus...】

【Of course, I could rely on others then...】

...?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Turing's mind.

She realized that she seemed to have met the conditions for a certain victory.

【That's right, why don't I have my own angel to use?】

【Although I am a half-angel... Aren't Acadia people also half-angels fundamentally?】

【Why am I the only one without an angel?】

【Clearly, even angels can have their own angels, even Bastet can have her own angel...】

【What is the difference between me and them?】