At the critical moment, the protagonist finally arrived.

The flames churned and rolled on Turing's body, coiling like pythons. The benevolent and cruel black wings fluttered behind Turing, resembling angel's wings.

"Did she just hit Merka?" Turing looked at her hand. The mysterious dagger, which was in her hand just a moment ago, had melted into an unrecognizable shape due to the high temperature.

"I must have blocked the dagger at the critical moment." Turing thought. "But how did I hear the sound of metal firing?"

Turing looked at Merka, who wore a stunned expression, and concluded that he hadn't been injured.

Turing, like a god of fire, floated in the air. Wherever the chaotic flames illuminated, there were debris and ruins everywhere - either remnants of trains or burning trees. There was no sign of a train station left.

In the midst of the bushes, a tree grew out of a tree trunk just a stone's throw away from Merka. Seizing the moment while everyone was stunned, a small sprout grew limbs and detached from the tree, slipping into Merka's sleeve.

It was the small gear.

"Xi Xi..." "Miss!"

Just as Merka was about to say something, a woman not far away spoke first.

"I am, I am yours..." The woman spoke anxiously. However, what followed was the sound of her collapsing to the ground.

A terrifying, stubborn, and bloody sound infiltrated the ears of everyone present.

The woman curled up in pain, and red liquid flowed from her body, staining a large area of the surrounding trees.

Behind Turing, Ifrit maintained her terrible appearance, with no chin, holding a smoking gun and coldly staring at the woman.

"Ah... ah." Merka suddenly felt that reality had become absurd and unreal, like a novel.

"Xi Xi, it seems that you know something, right? You must explain to me..."

Turing dispelled the magic and lightly landed on the ground. Turing turned towards Merka, trying to put on a gentle expression.

"I encountered a criminal at the party and am trying to capture the person with this security guard." Turing's tender tone was filled with an inappropriate indifference.

"Everything, all of it, will end soon. Just close one eye and open the other."

"Okay? Merka." After saying this, Turing abandoned the disheveled Merka and walked towards the woman lying on the ground, bleeding.

"Xi Xi! You can't..." Merka had originally planned to rush forward and stop Turing at all costs, or simply hold her tight and make her explain everything.

However, Merka found that she didn't actually have the courage to do so.

Whether it was Turing, who floated like a god of fire in the sky just now, or the terrifying-looking boy standing next to her, or the woman with powerful magic lying on the ground, they were all far away from her world.

Merka realized that she might not have the power or qualification to figure out these things.

In the end, Merka stopped.

Turing approached the woman, expressionless, and grabbed her hair, pulling her up.

"Miss..." The woman gasped for breath, almost on the brink of death.

Turing remained unaffected and started examining the woman's palms.

"There are calluses on the sides of each nail." "These are the hands of someone who plays the piano." "I didn't guess wrong."

Turing released the hand that was pulling the woman's hair. The woman's body crashed to the ground, coughing out several mouthfuls of blood.

Turing approached the woman, grasping the clay mask on her face, and flung it aside. The soft and beautiful moonlight shone on her face.

It was a face covered in scars, so much so that the features, hair, and the crisscrossed grooves were indistinguishable.That face, it looked like it was stitched together with pieces of burnt skin and needles.

But somehow, under the moonlight, it didn't disgust people.

"Shepherd, did you inform my mother?" Turing's slightly reddened pupils flickered, with a cold, slow-flowing gaze that seemed to be just like the adult back then, in the woman's mind.

"I won't... Miss."

"Is that all you have to ask at the end?" A deep fatigue surged up from the depths of Shepherd's heart, causing him to squint his heavy eyes.

"Seems like it..." Shepherd said. Like fire and smoke, Shepherd longed for his consciousness to disappear like cigarette ash.

The figure of Turing in Shepherd's eyes became clearer and gradually merged with the little girl in his arms in his memories.

Shepherd chuckled lightly, finally deciding to close his eyes.

[It looks like everything is fine.]

[The connection between my mother and me has been severed.]

[Although my memories are blurry, I can probably conclude that I have only one guard.]

[The other guards all died due to an accident.]

"Evelet, I leave the scene to you." Turing said to Evelet who was standing beside him and walked towards Merka.

"Sisi." Merka tried to appear calm, speaking in a gentle tone to Turing.

"Why did your 'bodyguard' use that weapon to kill that person directly?" Merka didn't continue speaking.

Although Merka wanted to believe that Turing didn't want to cause anyone's death, the strange series of events just now could be considered an accident.

But from what Merka saw, Turing seemed completely indifferent just now.

"Enough about that... Merka, I have something important to show you. Let's leave here first." There was a hint of ease and joy in Turing's tone.

"What... is so important that I should leave here now?"

"So important that I should just leave and not care about those injured or the woman lying on the ground in the train?" Merka looked at Turing sadly, tightly pursing his lips.

"Definitely, definitely more important than those. Merka."

"Follow me, come with me quickly."

Turing grabbed Merka's hand and walked quickly.

"Sisi!" Although Merka didn't shake off his hand, he pulled Turing slightly harder, clearly expressing his meaning.

"You're really strange, starting from just now... No, starting from noon today, you've been strange." Merka looked at Turing, who was bowing his head.

Deep shadows covered Turing's face like scars.

"How could it be?" Turing spoke softly, but her sweet voice no longer moved Merka's heart like before.

"I'm feeling... more than just good now!" Turing slightly lifted her head. Her enchanting eyes revealed a beast-like calmness.

"We can only do it now, not later." Turing forcefully pulled Merka, walking towards the exit of the station.

"Accommodate me, just this once, Merka." Turing's grip was tight, without explanation, but not enough to hurt Merka.

Merka remained silent, following Turing, seemingly moved by his seriousness.

The scenery outside the station was chaotic and urgent.

Looking from outside the station, there were holes pierced by the magnificent strike of the Tide Witch, as well as smoking remnants of explosions.

People shouted, wearing faces that weren't usually tense. They hurried to inform and prepare for firefighting and disaster relief.

Turing and Merka secretly and quietly escaped in the opposing crowd.

Finally, at a dimly lit intersection, the two stopped in their tracks."I used to find it especially beautiful here at night."

"Merka, look, you can see Hotel César Mani from here," Turing pointed to the place where Hotel César Mani was located in the distance.

At night, Hotel César Mani was devoid of human activity, but a faint halo of light spread in the darkness.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Merka, I want to give you...I want to give you something..." Turing and Merka locked eyes, searching on themselves.

[If I escape from here, Mom will never be able to find me again, and no one will ever come to track me again.]

[Makes one wonder,]

"Bang!"

"Did you hear that...was it a gunshot? It sounds like...could it be coming from the hotel?" Merka heard that dreadful sound once again.

[Is freedom really something that can be easily obtained?