Merka, when you read this letter, there is a high probability that you are already in deep trouble.

To put it simply, you are in a dead end.

But at least in the end, I still want to give you, this foolish child, a brief explanation of the cause and effect, so that even at the last moment of life, you won't be left in the dark.

Before I put pen to paper, I was really troubled for a long time, trying to figure out how to tell you about this, where to start.

If we were to start from the beginning, it would be a very long story.

I can barely remember many of the details from the past.

From when I started working for The Altria Family, to fleeing alone to seek refuge abroad, and then returning to open my own small shop. I have unknowingly turned thirty-five years old.

They say that suffering prolongs one's perception of time, and I think this is true.

My life has been too long, every minute and every second feels too long.

I thought holding this secret was like a drowning person clinging to a lifesaver, but now I realize it's like holding onto a huge stone.

I obtained the revelation of fate because of this secret, and now I will also die because of it.

The backdrops and asides are the hidden truth of this world, something I never wanted you to be exposed to.

But since you are reading this letter, it means you didn't follow my advice to leave Red Port.

Otherwise, the backdrop that I placed on this envelope wouldn't have been removed, allowing you to see the true content of the letter.

Regardless, this world can finally struggle for a bit longer. Because of my sacrifice, the sacrifice of the McNewdeau family, and your sacrifice, my dear Merka.

These are all inevitable circumstances.

Including how I used you to attract Ocia, including how I made my angel disguise as Judas to interfere with you, and including indirectly or directly causing the deaths of so many innocent civilians.

You must think that I have done such cruel things, no matter what the purpose was, it could never be the best choice.

But what if I told you that Remeil McNewdeau Duke of Red Port actually agreed to my plan in black and white?

What if I told you that even if the prince managed to survive and went to the Agio family, he would only face a tragic fate?

Judas as well, he truly is, genuinely a pitiable child.

His naive mind is such that with just a few words, he would reveal everything to others...

For him to die in Caiaphas, before the arrival of hell, perhaps it could be considered a kind of blessing.

But the essence of human society's progression is sacrifice.

If I didn't do this, there would definitely be someone else, drawn to this place by the gravitational force of fate, standing in front of this table with the envelope, writing this helpless farewell letter.

People can never stop progressing, and the curse of sacrifice will never disappear.

But even after saying so much, I'm not saying that my sacrifice is innocent, that it deserves pity.

I just want to tell you in the end, my child, I love you, I have no ill will towards you.

I even genuinely feel the same for Ocia.

It's just because we are all slaves to fate

That we have had to let things develop to this extent.

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"Witch, you..." Merka finished reading the letter, still not fully understanding many things. Rubbing her head in pain, Merka put the letter back into her inner pocket.

"It's like they're talking as if I'm definitely going to die."

"From what we can tell now, it shouldn't have reached that point yet..."

"Let's put the letter away for now, we can revisit it later for the remaining questions." Just as Merka finished speaking, she looked up.

Outside the window of the opposite train, there was a four-legged angel, covered in what seemed to be either muscles or tumors, running alongside the train like a beast.

It was roaring and approaching, its massive body unlike any angel Merka had seen before.

The tentacles wielded by the angel flailed open and closed. From a distance, its terrifying force seemed like it could snap Merka's little train in half with just a touch.

It was unstoppable.

"Shit..." Merka exclaimed in shock at the urgent reality.

The monster let out a roar and its speed doubled as it charged towards Merka, determined to destroy the little train.

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"Are these things everywhere on the streets?" Turing, who had just left the Lesh House, happened to find himself in the busiest area of Red Port - naturally, also the place with the most angels.

Let's not talk about rivers of blood, the pedestrian street at this moment was strewn with bodies.

"Let's go up to the rooftops, there don't seem to be any angels up there," Turing suggested.

Turing calculated the right timing when the wandering angel was not around and sprinted towards a stall in the marketplace.

Stepping on fruit crates piled up, Turing quickly reached the side of a raised tent.

Although Turing wanted to climb up directly, he had overestimated his physical abilities.

As a result, instead of climbing up, Turing fell down and ended up covered in dust.

"I used to have magic, am I really this fragile?" Turing muttered to themselves.

With a loud bang, Turing fell to the ground. Without having time to fully feel the soreness in their body, Turing immediately got up and looked around.

The air seemed to be frozen, but the noise did not attract any angels.

Turing touched their left shoulder that they had bumped into, and it was clearly scraped and a bit swollen - if not properly treated, it might get even worse.

"Suffering, suffering, and more suffering," Turing said indifferently, not even raising their eyebrows. They got up and walked towards the door, intending to go up to the rooftop through the stairs, even though there might be angels there.

"Suffering will never reject me, leave me," Turing muttered.

Turing climbed the stairs step by step, deliberately making loud noises with their boots.

"Boom boom boom!" The empty corridor echoed with the rhythmic sound.

"It seems they don't rely on hearing for recognition," Turing thought.

"And they don't seem to have eyes, so they probably have no vision," Turing continued to ponder.

"But if they use magic to detect their prey, they wouldn't need me to come here, they would have discovered me long ago," Turing thought.

Turing arrived at the rooftop and opened the door to look ahead.

The vast sky gradually merged with the setting sun.

The sun, symbolizing infinity and eternity, dyed the whole horizon with its halo.

The world was a giant inferno.

We worship passion, we are like moths to a flame.

Although the houses in Red Port were uneven in height, they were enough for someone with decent jumping ability to navigate through.

"Truly excellent plan, Turing," someone said, “if I hadn't seen that dangerous and distorted figure standing not far away under the sunset.”