"You have no magic left, do you?" A mysterious voice suddenly broke the tranquil atmosphere between the two.

Turing trembled in his heart, quickly reacting and speaking in his usual calm tone, "If you believe in your imagination like this, you will surely die a gruesome death."

Without responding to Turing, a swift gust of wind from a punch landed on Turing's cheek in an instant. Turing even felt that his head would fly off the next second.

But it didn't.

A body, not majestic but giving Turing a sense of security, stood in front of Turing.

What flew out was an arm engulfed in white flames.

Turing numbly looked at Merka's arm, which was now completely gone.

"Uh... Ahh!" Merka, in front of Turing, hugged his missing arm, his expression twisted and in pain, he semi-knelt down.

"Why do you have to endure this suffering, Merka? Not very clever." Eevulit slowly walked out from the shadows, with a calm and composed demeanor, his terrifying lower jaw giving him a somewhat beastly appearance.

【It's me again...】

【It's because of me...?】

【Can't you give me and Merka even a little bit of time...?】

Turing trembled slightly, his hands tightly clenched and his veins bulging, but he couldn't summon any magic.

"Why? Eevulit..." Merka's face was pale, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, as if he was about to go into shock soon.

"I don't want to be delayed by your eloquence." Eevulit covered his mouth with one hand, while the other hand released a powerful surge of magic.

A fiery red cross appeared in Eevulit's hand.

"{Slaying the Red Dragon Book}..."

"Let me finish this quickly."

Eevulit rushed towards Turing suddenly, and the piercing red cross gave Turing a familiar sensation from facing Raphael before—an absence of magic, filled with a deadly aura.

Clearly, his intention was to strike both Turing and Merka together.

However, Eevulit's sturdy arm suddenly stopped two meters away from Turing.

"The Slaying the Red Dragon Book?"

"Isn't this Michael's magic?"

"I really miss the time at the West Courtyard..."

A woman firmly held Eevulit's arm, as though it was clamped by iron pincers.

Graceful and slender, with a delicate face, the woman suddenly appeared before Eevulit, standing between him and Turing, as stable as Mount Tai.

Her hand, as powerful as a thousand pounds, was enveloped in flames and wrapped in magma, resembling a dragon's claw.

"Theresa, the great mage from the Kroto City?... It's truly an honor. I never thought I would meet such an important figure from the McNewdeau family..." Eevulit politely smiled, his other hand moved behind his back, once again gathering another red cross.

A titled mage is the strongest and hardest to deal with.

"Stop being a snarky little character... Do you think you can still detach yourself from the McNewdeau family now?" A massive, flaming dragon tail grew behind Theresa.

"{Ultimate Element}." As soon as her words fell, Theresa swung her waist forcefully, controlling her tail to sweep toward Eevulit's abdomen.

Eevulit quickly reacted and used the other hand's cross to block. However, he couldn't withstand the terrifying force from the dragon tail and was sent flying, crashing into a statue of a goddess and toppling it.

"What bad luck..." Theresa muttered softly when she saw the statue fall.

"I was merely acting on my own will, trying to see if I could take advantage of the situation, it has nothing to do with the McNewdeau family... Can you understand this form?" Eevulit awkwardly stood up from the pile of rocks, looking unharmed. But his ventriloquism made people unable to feel delighted no matter what.

"I don't believe it. Ask the person involved if you don't trust me. The McNewdeau family actually did a great favor this time. Someone like me won't affect the overall situation." Eevulit pointed towards Turing.Theresa glanced at Turing with a look of confusion. Suddenly, she realized that Yveltal had already disappeared in just a short moment.

"Hmph... forget it, I can't just kill Michael's apprentice like that," Theresa elegantly walked over to Turing, the sound of her footsteps comforting him but also bringing a sense of shame.

"Theresa, are you also caught up in the disaster of Red Port?" Turing, like a guilty child, lowered his head in dismay.

"No, I just arrived," Theresa replied, carrying a rectangular box behind her. It seemed that in order to not fall behind after meeting Turing, she had brought along quite a few winning cards.

"I was investigating your footsteps in the nearby city and heard about the disaster in Red Port. My intuition told me it was related to you."

"After that, I came to Red Port and saw the magnificent magic just now. Even if I used my toes, I could tell it was you. Besides Lady Acadia, no one else possesses such powerful magic."

With one foot stepping on the broken debris and the other on the ground, Theresa exuded a charming air with her short, stylish hair, a well-exercised face that showed no signs of aging, and perfectly sculpted muscles. Although she emitted a strong and dignified aura, she also gave off an indescribable gentleness and tolerance.

Theresa possessed that kind of magic.

"Miss, I only spent two or three days searching for you," Turing said.

"Don't you think this is just a coincidence?"

"If I let you go this time..."

"Then when Lady Acadia personally takes action next time..."

"What do you think will happen?" Theresa looked at Turing with a lonely and gloomy expression, as if she was even more pained and helpless than Turing himself.

"...", Turing had nothing to say.

Turing looked at Merka. At this point, he had already used the magic of the Holy Son to temporarily suppress his bleeding wounds. It seemed like he didn't understand a word of what Theresa had said, remaining silent and just listening.

[This shouldn't be just our problem, right?]

Turing couldn't help but think.

[Whether you scold me or hit me, didn't I deceive you?]

[Why do you have no reaction at all...]

"And you, poor child, unlucky enough to encounter Miss." Theresa turned to Merka.

Bending down to pick up the severed arm and handing it to Merka, Theresa said, "But I'm sorry, this is the greatest reward that The Altria Family can give you."

Merka stood up, took the arm, and held it in her arms with a slight trembling of her lips.

"Come on, my girl, come back to your garden," Theresa opened her arms towards Turing.

"Take back everything you lost: wealth, reputation, power, and the rights promised to you by Lady Acadia."

"You deserve these, okay? My dear." Theresa walked step by step towards Turing, almost embracing him.

[Take back everything I lost? Are they really mine?]

Finally, Turing looked towards Merka.

What he saw was Merka who didn't dare to meet his gaze.

[As long as you call for me... I can fight again, no matter the outcome...]

[But why don't you...]

Theresa sighed and stopped moving forward. She quietly watched Turing.

"Merka,"

"My umbrella is still with you, right?" Turing suddenly said.

"Huh? Um..." Merka finally looked up at Turing, although her eyes were avoiding his.

"Bring it with you next time, remember to return it to me at the banquet."

"You definitely have to come... no matter rain or shine."

This time, Turing didn't look back again. He turned and walked towards Theresa.Merka was left alone in place.