"What...what did you say?" Turing's teeth began to tremble slightly due to nervousness and incredulous fear.

"You said you are...my mother?"

"No...impossible, you...how dare you...how dare..."

"How dare you deceive me!" Turing suddenly erupted, and a blazing flame quickly and fiercely gathered in Turing's left hand as he forcefully flicked it out.

A sharp and powerful dragon claw attacked the woman's face.

This was the starting move of the Ultimate Element.

However, Turing eventually stopped. The flickering flames ceased just inches away from the woman's cheek. The translucent, rosy skin on her face appeared as if illuminated by the flames, and the severe burns seemed about to come into Turing's sight.

But they didn't.

"Are you calm now?" The woman remained calm and composed.

Turing nodded, deflated, and withdrew his hand, extinguishing the flames.

"Unfortunately, I did not deceive you."

"Is it possible that you have mistaken me for someone else? Although my last name is quite unique," the woman said.

Turing remained silent, nodding again.

"And you said 'mother'..." The woman smiled sweetly. "At most, I can be your older sister. I'm only seventeen...years old, you know?"

Just as the woman finished speaking, she suddenly realized that something seemed off. Her expression darkened slightly, and she fell silent as well.

"Yeah! Older sister, it could be older sister!"

"The parents who envy their mother's achievements, giving their own child a mother's name, isn't it entirely possible?"

"Right...that must be it, seventeen years ago was the era when mother was shining brightly. Even if we share the same name...isn't it normal?"

"So, was it my misunderstanding?"

Turing felt a deep pain and turmoil in his heart.

He originally thought he wouldn't easily explode in anger anymore. But after leaving Merka and coming to this inexplicable and perilous new environment, Turing found it difficult to simply control his temper.

Turing suddenly realized that he had distanced himself from someone who might be his older sister.

"I...was I sealed by some kind of magic before?"

"I thought the reason why these surrounding laboratories became ruins was because of failed research."

"Could it be that it's not like that?" Gradually, the whites of the woman's eyes became a hazy black color, no longer transparent.

A terrifying and abstract atmosphere emanated from the woman's slender body, an extremely strange and inexplicable change was quietly happening before Turing's eyes.

It seemed like something had changed in the woman, yet it hadn't. The warm bond that Turing could feel exclusively between loved ones was slowly dissipating like receding tide.

In their conversation, Turing triggered some kind of switch that compelled the woman to change.

Turing suddenly noticed.

But she couldn't stop it.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound from her stomach interrupted the increasingly tense atmosphere.

"Um...are you a bit hungry?" Turing cautiously asked the woman.

"Ah..." The woman's face turned red in an instant, and the previous eerie atmosphere seemed to disappear suddenly as if it were an illusion.

For most nobles, having their stomachs growl was considered as impolite as farting in public.

[This guy is probably not a demon, she can't even use magic.]

[The safest option now is to go back to Tartarus Castle and get rid of this burden, and by the way, find out what exactly this demon is.]

[The aimless search for clues is a waste of time. The underground is not only very large but also lacks water and food.]

Turing rubbed her stomach with her left hand. The prolonged sleep seemed to have made her hungry to some extent.

[Maybe I shouldn't have listened to Raphael and come down directly.]

[I made the wrong choice.]

"I'll take you out first. Let's eat something and take a break." Turing stood up gracefully and casually tossed her severed hand aside.

"Um... Okay," the woman said.

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"Young girl, did you come from this way?"

The woman was carried on Turing's back, and the two circled around the ceiling of the underground world.

"I'm quite sure, but... " Turing's wings were like demonic arms, glowing ominously. "I can't find the entrance."

"The spiraling staircase we came down from is also gone."

"The place is too vast here, and it's dark. Without any markings, it's basically impossible to find a way out."

[I could, of course, blast a path open with magic.]

"But this underground is too vast, and if I break through to the surface, it could cause a collapse."

"Try using detection magic... How about that? Oh, but I guess it's impossible to cover such a large area." The woman leaned against Turing's back and spoke into Turing's ear, "It would be disastrous if we ran out of magic while flying in mid-air."

The woman laughed lightly.

[I can, of course, cover the entire area with detection magic.]

Turing looked around at the terrifyingly vast environment. In the darkness, there seemed to be endless black walls.

"But it would indeed consume a lot of magic."

"If we haven't found an exit by then, it would be even more critical to be low on magic in the next battle."

"In the end, if even the spiraling staircase has disappeared, there's no reason why the entrance wouldn't disappear as well. This might be due to some kind of magic."

"Considering Raphael's urgency to send me in, I guess they are forcing me to deal with the demon before letting me go back up."

Turing furrowed her brows imperceptibly and glanced at the angel-like figure beneath her feet, which seemed like a skyscraper.

"So, it means I have to wait until I resolve the situation before they will take me back?"

"No, that's too reckless." Turing shook her head.

"Sister, are you thinking about this massive angel?" the woman asked Turing.

"No, not really. I'm thinking about something else, but this angel also makes me suspicious." Turing replied.

"I was entrusted to eliminate the demon... but I don't even know what a demon is."

"Do you know anything about this angel, or rather, the demon?"

The woman remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"I'm not sure about this angelic matter."

"But I do have some impressions about demons."

"After all, back when I was in the research institute, everyone referred to an out-of-control angel as a demon."