Before Merka had the chance to question the two people in front of her with a blank stare, they spoke first.

"Marmon, Turing is back." The graceful girl casually twirled her pen and casually said to the quiet girl beside her.

"..." The latter silently flipped through a few pages and said, "Can't you see it?"

"In the end, she can't escape. I said it before..."

"Anyway, there won't be anything good coming from her return. Oedipus seems to be preparing a side circle." The tone of the girl reading the book sounded indifferent, but Merka could see that her hand holding the book was trembling slightly.

"I don't want to get involved in these things anymore," the girl said.

What's going on here?

Merka felt like she couldn't keep up with the development of the situation anymore.

According to rumors, only Oedipus and Turing from the Altria family stayed here. First of all, Oedipus had no other siblings. And as the only son of Count Oedipus, Turing shouldn't have any children of the same age.

But if these two girls were not nobles, but servants, they were being too arrogant.

Chatting casually in Turing's room without any manners, not even saying hello, even if they were Turing's friends, it was too much.

But Merka didn't dare to ask directly, afraid that any unreasonable action would give her away.

Merka could only silently watch the two girls and wait for them to speak first.

Wait... did she just say Marmon?

Marmon Altria isn't...

Sensing Merka's gaze, the carefree girl raised an eyebrow and in the blink of an eye, she was next to Merka.

So fast!

Before Merka could be amazed by the girl's unmatched speed, something even more terrifying happened.

"You're not Turing, are you?"

"The real Turing can't see the two of us." The girl said.

The woman in front of her seemed like a black hole, constantly extracting Merka's limited magic power. Merka felt the mechanical hemisphere in her arms nearly operating at maximum efficiency. Merka made a decisive decision and stopped supplying magic power, revealing her true form in front of the two of them.

Since she had been discovered, maybe reserving some magic power would give her a chance to fight. Merka thought.

Merka looked at the woman in front of her with a pale face, she really didn't expect to face exposure on the first day. Although she had left some magic power of the Shepherd's Relic unused for fleeing. But now that she had been exposed, where could she escape to?

The girl saw Merka's true form and was stunned for a moment, maybe she didn't expect Merka to be so handsome. But she immediately reacted and fiercely pulled at the tie on Merka's chest, asking, "You pretty face. Where did you hide Turing?"

Merka didn't hesitate for more than a second and immediately realized that no matter if she tried to escape, fight, or use magic to solve the situation, it was unlikely to lead to a good outcome. So she raised her hands above her head.

"Miss, my name is Merka." Merka was actually terrified, but her intuition told her that even though these two girls seemed playful, if she didn't answer the question properly, they could kill her on the spot.

"My full name is Merka Kristoff. May I give a brief overview of the situation?" Merka raised his hands above his head, not daring to put them down, and spoke with sincerity.

The confident girl continued to grip Merka's tie, turning her head back to look at the girl holding the books. The latter calmly closed the book and looked at Merka, nodding towards the former.

"Um... may I ask how to address both of you?" Merka tentatively asked. He intended to first understand the two girls before deciding what to say to get them off his back.

"You asking us questions is not an invitation for you to question us back," the quieter girl placed the book on the nearby desk and walked towards Merka.

"Tell us everything, from the beginning to the end."

"Include where Turing went, why you are here, and how you managed to use dropback."

"Don't think you have any choice. If you don't tell the truth, I can easily use aside to look into your memory."

"But I'm not very proficient with it yet, so it might fry your brain and turn you into an idiot." The girl's voice was soft and gentle, but the content of her words was horrifying.

"Based on your words, I will decide whether to send you to Oedipus or pass judgment on you right here." The quiet girl arrived next to Merka, and only then did he get a clear look at the appearance of the two.

The one on the left seemed gentle and refined, perhaps the epitome of a lady among high society females. The one on the right, who was currently tugging at his tie, appeared bold and unconventional. With just a simple gaze, Merka could see the determination and bravery in her piercing gaze.

Even from the hand that the latter was holding onto, Merka could tell that it was a warrior's hand, full of scars and calluses.

Merka swallowed, his Adam's apple twitched, and he took a sip of water.

No choice now, Turing. There's no other way out of this situation except confessing.

Merka organized in his mind what to say and what not to say, focusing on the whereabouts of Turing and the reason he impersonated Turing, while ignoring Maria's involvement.

As he spoke, Merka also tried to lower his voice and observe his surroundings, looking for an opportunity or possibility to escape— even the possibility of a fatal strike.

I can't hold back now.

This is about the civil war, the safety of thousands of lives.

Merka thought.

"Never mind, Samel. Let's pretend we didn't see anything," unexpectedly, before Merka could reveal all his secrets, the girl on the left said to the girl on the right.

"But... are you sure what he said is true?" the girl on the right asked.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not," the girl who was called Mamen earlier replied.

"After all, I can't look into his memories. If I really see his memories, they will get messed up. He'll turn into a lunatic."

"Regardless of his intentions, since he's willing to come back and suffer for Turing, I think it's fine."

"Moreover, if what he said is true, doing so can also help Turing a little bit."

"And besides, didn't we overhear Turing muttering about a boyfriend before?"

The girl looked closely at Merka's face, and her expression eased a bit.

"Sorry, if Turing really has a boyfriend, then what we just did was very impolite."

"Allow me to introduce ourselves, we are Turing's sisters. I'm Mammon, and this person next to me is Samael. We are currently living in Erisburg, leading a secretive life. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that we are the ghosts of Erisburg."

Mammon lifted her skirt and performed an elegant and precise noble curtsy.

Based on what you said, it seems we might have to spend a long time together."

Mammon patted Samael's hand that was holding onto Merka, who shrugged her shoulders and let go of his hand.

"Nice to meet you, pretty boy," Samael said with a suave smile and tilted his head.