"Miss! Your Majesty Altria!"

Yanling arrived late, appearing at the door of Turing's boudoir.

Upon seeing the three people facing off inside the room, Yanling was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do.

"Yanling, you're here."

"Perfect timing, help me close the door, you just stand outside."

Oedipus's words made Yanling feel somewhat doubtful.

"But..."

Just as Yanling was about to say something, Oedipus interrupted.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Oedipus's gentle and clear tone dispelled Yanling's doubts. The latter bowed slightly, exited the room, and closed the door behind her at the same time.

"Please, have a seat, let's talk."

Oedipus casually sat down. Her inscrutable smile put Merka on edge.

Merka broke out in a cold sweat, looking paler than if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

He tried to restrain himself from thinking about how many young Acadia people he had led to their deaths just now.

It was almost like ripping a piece of flesh from his heart, becoming her demon.

He struggled to stand up from the ground, propped himself up, and stood in front of Turing, showing no intent to sit down.

He pushed the programming generator he had made into Turing's hands, his eyes fixed on Oedipus, wary of any possible attacks from her.

"What is this...?"

Turing frowned, looking at the programming generator in her hand, and asked Merka in a gentle tone.

"This is a programming generator."

"Before fighting Oedipus... we need to make sure we have an escape route."

"We need to find the backdrop, cut off the line of despair for you, so we can escape from Acadia."

"Aside will use this to transform you into an offensive angel... and then we'll rely on your portal to escape from here in one go."

"...all the way to the central city."

"You know about the central city, right? I told you before, the backdrop is probably buried under the necropolis in the central city."

Merka lowered her voice and explained carefully to Turing.

"So, Xixi, can you do it?"

Turing blinked blankly, shifting her gaze from the programming generator in her hand to Merka, revealing a confused expression.

Merka spoke quickly in two or three sentences, not giving Turing enough time to fully understand, but Turing clearly grasped two words—escape.

【Escape... escape...】

【After all the trials and tribulations, and now you tell me that escaping right from the start is still the best answer?】

【It's the same... it's the same...】

【Then what about all my growth along the way?】

"I, I..."

Turing stammered, sweating profusely in her palms as she clutched the programming generator.

"Why so nervous... Merka."

"I had an agreement with Turing, we were already planning on letting you go."

Watching the two discussing countermeasures in front of her, Oedipus raised an eyebrow with interest, swaying her leg perched on her right leg.

But she was met with Merka's stern roar.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your deceitful words!"

"Black Shadow, get ready!"

Merka pulled out a dagger, pointing it fiercely at Oedipus. Prepared for the enemy, Merka also called upon the aside hidden in the mechanical divinity.

"Understood."

"Turing, are you ready?"

The Black Shadow emerged silently from the dark night shadows, embracing Turing from behind.

With its magnetic voice, it gently spoke to Turing.

Seeing this, Turing frowned slightly, momentarily flustered, but soon nodded and entered a state of readiness.

Her eyes sparkled, countless sapphire iron chains burst forth from the void, snatching Turing and Merka, pulling them in the same direction.

"Until next time, Oedipus."

"By then... I'll take your head."

As Merka's body was gradually dragged into the void by the iron chains, he glanced at Oedipus one last time, and spoke to her menacingly, one word at a time.

A magnificent sapphire phantom flashed past, and Merka and Turing disappeared in an instant, leaving only Oedipus in Turing's boudoir.

"You talk big..."

"Hmph, I hope you'll have that kind of confidence when you enter the smoke-free zone."

Oedipus was not surprised at all by Merka's use of the portal. Leisurely, she remained seated, lit a cigarette, and quietly smoked.