"Fantastic!"

"Yanling, you've helped me out a great deal again!"

Having figured it out, Turing excitedly grabbed Yanling's shoulder and exclaimed while gesticulating.

【I have a plan.】

【All I need to do is delete memories related to my male life, trick myself into believing I was born female, and then I can get the angel.】

【Although those memories are too painful to revisit, they are still a part of me after all.】

【If I ever decide to reclaim those memories in the future, I can write them down in a notebook, review them regularly, and eventually remember them all...】

Although Yanling was completely baffled by why Turing suddenly became so excited, she could tell that Turing was much happier than before.

This also made Yanling very happy.

"Um, helped?"

"Just doing my bit, you know?"

"Okay... great."

A slight smile tugged at the corners of Yanling's mouth as she sincerely felt delighted to have helped Turing.

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Late at night, the owls nestled down, sticking their heads out of tree holes.

A group of energetic young men and women, about fifty to sixty people in total, gathered on the main street leading to Erisburg, prepared and ready to go.

Clad in black robes, veiled in black, blending with the dark night, they resembled messengers of the night, silently advancing under the wings of owls taking off at midnight.

"Leader, are you ready?"

Responding to Shitan's question, Merka nodded lightly, wiping the spherical object on her hands and tucking it into her embrace.

This spherical object was Maria's backdrop.

Merka had searched tirelessly in Maria's territory, trying to figure out what had turned into a relic for Maria.

In the end, he discovered that the mechanical backdrop used to release the backdrop had turned into the sacred relic.

One could only presume that Maria had used it for various deeds, leaving her scent on it.

However, logically, Oedipus would not leave behind such a dangerous thing as a threat.

But perhaps Oedipus did not know Maria as well as Merka did; she seemed to have failed to find the hiding place of this spherical object.

"Alright, let's go."

"When we walk, we'll sing hymns together on the road."

"Sing loudly."

"Let's see if anyone else decides to join us."

Merka gazed at the closed windows along the street, softly speaking to Shitan beside her.

"Understood, Leader."

Shitan nodded, smiling.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. Her expression changed slightly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a dagger, handing it to Merka.

"By the way, the task you entrusted me with, I've completed it."

"I'm not sure of your intentions... but following your instructions, I had someone affix this small black stone to the blade of this dagger."

Merka took the dagger, and upon seeing the mechanical descent deity embedded on the blade, nodded in satisfaction.

"It's alright, you need not worry about this."

Merka knew that while Erisburg appeared to be an elegant and tranquil noble garden from the outside, it was actually a terrifying hell filled with angels.

Seemingly defenseless on the surface, it was actually heavily fortified.

This dagger could greatly aid Merka in penetrating Erisburg's defenses.

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Inside Erisburg, Turing sat by the window in her bedroom, leaning wordlessly against the windowsill, watching the scenery outside drift by.

The late night approached, but Turing just couldn't fall asleep.

Due to the fear of facing nightmares in slumber, Turing quietly got out of bed on her own.

She turned on the dim light by her bedside, approached the window, and reviewed the night views of Erisburg which she had seen over and over again.

Within the shadowy chamber of Turing, a multi-limbed, faceless, headless muscular monster stood silently behind Turing.

It resembled a bodyguard, curling its body obediently next to Turing's wardrobe, watching her from behind.

It was evident that Turing had succeeded; she now had her own angel...

But at the cost of exchanging hope for her male memories.

Now, Turing had completely forgotten everything about her childhood related to her male identity.

With the childhood memories lost, Turing lacked the fierceness of a man and exuded a touch of female grace like Oedipus.

Cradling the autobiography she had written for herself in one hand, Turing absentmindedly gazed out of the window and lightly perused the book, reminiscing about the childhood incidents.

There was a slight flutter in Turing's heart.

It felt as if something extraordinary was about to happen today.

【I'm like the tragic leading lady in a play.】

【It's as if my life is just a performance—no matter how well I act... the script never allows for a beautiful happy ending.】

Turing thought to herself.

Lately, she had often felt this way.

A nearly prophetic intuition of tragedy slowly crept up on Turing, like a comet nearing her from the farthest point, inevitably hurtling towards the closest point.