"... Oedipus?!"

Seeing the pretty face of that woman in her memory, the most terrifying, most evil, and most symbolic of power and domination, Merka almost screamed.

"No, it can't be. She's too young."

Although Turing's expression darkened a bit, having spent a long time with her mother, she immediately recognized that this girl was not her mother.

"Maybe... she is the real Oedipus."

"But it's strange too. Normally, after so long, the body should have decayed already."

Turing swallowed some saliva, took a step forward, and approached the woman.

Looking at the horrifying wound on the girl's abdomen, as if a failed cesarean section, Turing reached out and touched the woman's cheek, closing her slightly open eyes.

"Whoever you are... rest in peace."

"Dying in this smoke-free area, there must be an unbearable reason."

Merka's expression was a bit desolate.

He also stepped forward, making a praying gesture for the deceased.

"Wahhh!"

However, the sudden change frightened Merka, almost causing her to fall off the steps.

"Wh-what!?"

In the midst of panic, Turing reached out to catch Merka who was falling backward.

Incredulously, Merka and Turing saw the girl, who should not have been able to die again, suddenly sit up, supporting herself on the floor.

Her eyes were wide open, full of vitality and strength, nothing like the eyes of a dead person.

"Who are you...? How did I get here?"

"Ow ow ow, my stomach hurts."

Resembling Oedipus, the girl held her stomach, sitting up on the ground.

The hand she touched her stomach with broke through the torn abdomen, reaching inside and getting covered in blood.

"Why does my stomach look like this!?"

"Oh right, where is my child, my child?"

The girl seemed to suddenly remember something, disregarding the pain, and cried out loudly.

"Wait, Miss, you..."

Merka subconsciously put on a polite smile, stepped forward, trying to calm the girl down.

But what met Merka head-on was a slap.

Merka winced, took two steps back, and left the restroom cubicle.

Upon hearing the clear slap on Merka's face, Turing's face instantly grew several dark lines.

"Who... are you two?"

"Did you two do this to me?"

"You... I warn you! I am the legitimate daughter of the Altria family!"

"If you dare to treat me like this, you are as good as dead!"

The girl screamed at Merka and Turing with a pale face.

Clutching her stomach, she huddled in the corner of the cubicle, one hand against the wall.

The pain twisted her face into a wrinkled piece of paper.

【This scene... Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere.】

【…………】

【But this woman is way more noisy than Sister Mostima.】

A twitch crept across Turing's lips.

The inexplicable connection that seemed tied to Oedipus made Turing suddenly irritated.

"Don't move..."

Just as Turing was about to reach out and drag her out of the restroom, Merka grabbed Turing's hand from behind.

Turing turned to see Merka shaking his head at her.

Merka crossed past Turing and knelt devoutly next to the woman, lowering himself and reaching out his hand to her.

"Here, calm down, miss..."

"Your wound has nothing to do with us... We just met, no ill will or grievances, there is no need for this."

"Moreover, you are the esteemed noble lady of the Altria family. How can we not show respect to you, right?"

"We mean no harm, but your injuries are severe and need treatment..."

"Do you know healing magic? Or can we assist in treating your injuries a bit?"

The girl seemed stunned, as she blankly took Merka's hand.

She was led by the latter to sit by the entrance of the restroom.

Merka's good looks had a great impact on the young girl, his gentle tone matched with calm and reasonable words easily piercing through any young girl's heart.

This point applied to the former Turing and seemed to hold true for the young girl who claimed to be the Altria family lady as well.