As the girl took Merka's hand, Merka suddenly pulled her towards herself, causing her to fall in her direction.

In an instant, the back of the girl's neck was exposed in Merka's sight. Merka raised her arm, exerted force, and fiercely chopped her hand onto the back of the girl's neck.

The girl's eyes rolled back, and her legs instantly went limp.

Merka and Turing exchanged a glance.

The tacit understanding cultivated by years of being an old married couple allowed Turing to instantly understand Merka's intentions.

She hurriedly stepped forward, caught the falling girl, and used aside to access the memories before her consciousness disappeared.

As expected by Merka, the girl passed out.

Turing dragged the girl out from the tiled floor of the restroom and gently placed her on the ground.

Turing gently crouched down and placed her slender, boneless hand on the girl's abdomen to start treating her.

In the blink of an eye, the girl's horrific injuries had already largely healed.

"How did it go, did you find any clues in her memories?" Merka stood beside Turing and asked curiously.

"Well... it's hard to say."

"Based on my investigation, she is definitely the real Oedipus herself."

"But it's strange, her final memories were cut off over twenty years ago. At that time, the laboratory had not disbanded, and the smoke-free zone was operating normally."

"I don't understand how she managed to neither age nor progress in her memory for over twenty years."

Turing levered open the floor with tentacles, kneaded a fluffy pillow out of the blankets and rocks on the ground, and placed it under the girl's head.

She tidied up the girl's scattered clothes, stood up from beside the girl, and crossed her arms.

By now, the girl's complexion had improved significantly from when they first saw her.

"Could you provide more detailed information about this child's memories...?" Merka leaned on her hand, looking at the girl lying on the ground, quiet as a lily, feeling that her personality didn't quite match the impression of Oedipus.

Upon hearing Merka's question, Turing tilted her head back slightly, briefly recollected, then nodded at Merka.

"Oedipus Altria."

"Student of the 871st term of Leubliz Magic Academy."

"At just eleven years old, she defeated all the participating wizards in the magic competition. The academy hailed her as the most gifted student in a century, admired by nobles for her talent and beauty, often compared to a rose-colored firework."

"Later, she answered her mother's call to work in the laboratory and contributed her angel for experiments."

"From then on, she missed the championship of the Fire Festival and focused on the psychological adjustment of angels in the smoke-free area."

"During this time, she fell in love with the laboratory's theoretical professor, Prometheus, and bore his child."

"Bearing a child with a foreigner is a serious offense for the Acadia people, especially the Acadia nobility, as it pollutes their bloodline and affects the child's health and development."

"Later, she learned that the top level of the smoke-free zone contained the ultimate solution to all the world's problems."

"Encouraged by Beezelbub, she came to the smoke-free zone to seek a way to bear a healthy child..."

"Well, that's about it."

Turing glanced at Merka sideways, leaned against the mirror behind her, raised one foot, and lightly tapped on the ground.

"As for the rest, it's unclear, her memories are a bit fuzzy."

"Hehe, it was supposed to be a script of the pride of heaven, wasn't it?"

"Unfortunately, due to my crazy mother, the ending is not looking good."

Turing elegantly smiled at Merka, making an untimely joke.

Her smile exuded a charming and adorable innocence.

"Hehehe, indeed."

Merka smiled as well.

In the desolate corners of a terrifying world, for some reason, they both unconsciously felt that as long as they had each other's company, even facing insurmountable obstacles, it felt as comforting as a stroll after a meal.