"The Great Flame Spiral."

Like the chaotic long night, it finally pierced through the atmosphere and crossed the sunlight shining through the mountains.

The spear, or bow and arrow, in Turing's hand, flew out like an eagle, rushing towards the blazing angel at incredible speed.

As if challenging the rising sun, the magnificent laser ascended into the sky above Red Port, illuminating the entire sky.

The nuclear missile-like spiral spear landed on the blazing angel, and its crimson arm, which had not yet released magic, was instantly shredded by the terrifying spiral force.

The towering McNewdeau house that Wei Rancang once stood on was now replaced by a towering vortex of flames, and the angel's flesh became the best fuel. The unburdened blazing fire churned blood, tendons, magic, debris, and burned them into smaller fragments.

【Did I hit?】

Such violent and horrifying scenery, reflected in the eyes of the two at this moment, translated into another scene.

Dangerous...though dangerous, it was romantic.

【Just like when Merka took me flying back then.】

At this moment, even the most heartless director had to end this scene. After the long-burning vortex of flames disappeared, before the spotlight on the stage could be lowered, the half-round radiance of the sun had already penetrated through the remains of the blazing angel and scattered from the McNewdeau house in the distance.

Turing knelt down, while Merka stood quietly by Turing's side. The two were reminiscing over the joy of success in the gigantic pit caused by the powerful magic Turing had just performed. As for their clothes, it would be a compliment to call them tattered.

Both of them were disheveled and dirty, smiling at each other, looking as disheveled as possible.

"The witch's magic fluctuation has disappeared..." Turing reached out and felt the magic in the air, gradually smiling.

【Fortunately, the witch's power disappeared in time, otherwise that angel just now...I might not have been able to completely destroy it.】

【And...it seems, that angel is indeed mine. According to Raphael, I will have to wait a few weeks now before I can use magic again.】

"Xixi, where are your wings?" Merka pointed to Turing's empty back and laughed.

"Ah, this... " Turing quickly touched the back of her head and found that her halo was gone too.

Originally, Turing, who was as divine as a god, suddenly turned into a little sister serving tea and water in a restaurant. And judging by Turing's current ragged appearance, it might not even live up to that title.

The black cloth that was originally like a nun's head covering now loosely hung over Turing's head.

Dawn finally broke.

The radiant sunlight painted on the only remaining wall of the church - the white-faced, thin-lipped goddess statue.

Turing's attention was drawn from the magnificent sunrise to the statue. Turing suddenly felt a soul-piercing, heart-wrenching emotion.

Turing was on the verge of tears.

She quietly understood that from the past, to the present, and even to the future, there would never be such a good opportunity again.

【Now I have lost my magic, and that angel is dead.】

【Since I can't use magic, there's no need to think about escaping... Mom will send someone to investigate Red Port soon, right?】

Attracted by the sacred and silent statue, Turing unknowingly stood up and walked towards the lonely stone wall of the church.

【After all, Red Port has caused such a big commotion.】

"Xixi?" Seeing Turing suddenly walking towards the statue, Merka asked Turing in surprise.

【So long...it's strange, everything I've done in my life always feels so long.】

Originally, the stretch from the deep pit to the remnants was only a short distance, but after being sprinkled with the morning sun, it seemed so long - so long.

Worries and anxieties, and the little anticipation for the future, choked in Turing's slender throat, no matter how much Turing swallowed, it couldn't go down.The shadows of the two stretched long in the morning sun, their outlines clear and hazy.

Merka didn't ask any further questions, just following behind Turing. Maybe Merka had gotten used to Turing finishing everything before explaining, which explained his personality.

"Right here... It's just like in my dream." Turing arrived at the foot of the statue, smiled, and turned his head to face Merka.

A gentle breeze blew the long black drape on Turing's head. The disheveled drape looked like the white veil of a bride on her wedding day. The torn edges of the fabric resembled lace crafted by a skilled designer, free and elegant.

Turing stood with grace, his posture poised and his demeanor refined. Despite the tattered clothes, Turing exuded an indescribable allure.

If Merka had to compare Turing to something...

Yes, in Merka's mind, at this moment, Turing resembled a bride in the morning light.

Born in dim light...

Yet not confined to it.

Merka stood close to Turing, sensing that something important was about to happen, and swallowed hard.

Merka's face flushed suddenly.

"Just as red as the watermelon dress my mom often wears," Turing thought.

Turing solemnly and gracefully took out a ring from the pocket of his jacket. It was a glass ring.

It was even more damaged than the one Turing wore on his hand.

"The ring box got burned, sigh..." Turing sighed.

Opening the box and displaying the ring should have been an important ceremony, but Turing had to omit it at this moment.

As soon as Merka saw the ring, their heart skipped a beat and then started pounding fiercely. The astonishment made them speechless. Not only did their face turn bright red, but their fingers fumbled nervously, tangling the hem of their shirt.

"It's been almost two years since we met..." Turing finally spoke.

"Until now, having you by my side has made me sincerely feel lucky..." Turing said.

"Although this isn't anything valuable..." Turing continued.

"If you don't dislike me..." Turing said.

"But it's more than enough to be my token..." Turing said.

"I hope we can stay together for the future..." Turing said.

"Then, when the time comes, you'll... come see me, right?" Turing asked.

"Why, why, why can't I say it now, when it's come to this point?" Merka wondered.

Turing felt an urgent heat building up inside, but the more urgent it felt, the more polite they acted towards Merka.

The more anxious Turing became, the more they remembered the moments they shared with Merka:

Joking around with Wutong the shopkeeper, gossiping about San Shan Street with Prince An and Judas, whispering secrets while leaning against each other at the station...

But there were also many days when they couldn't understand each other due to differences in status and identity, leading to hidden pain.

"I didn't even let him know my real name... Do I have the right to ask for more?" Turing reflected.

Merka calmed down and silently reached out, taking the more damaged ring.

"I understand... I will definitely come." Merka held the ring in their palm, their smile appearing faint and melodious.

The black bride, messy in the warm sunshine, gave a resigned smile and slowly retracted their hands that had held out the invitation.

"Who made you be a boy?" Turing's head throbbed as Oedipus's words felt like a curse entwining him.