Turing's heart was filled with mixed feelings, but she knew that if she didn't open the door in front of her, she would never know what had happened.
In fact, the arguing behind the door had already given Turing some clue, but Turing didn't dare to believe it.
Turing opened the door and saw Gabriel sitting solemnly in the seat behind, and Raphael standing beside with a vacant expression.
"Why do you always act like this?"
"If only you could trust a little... including me and mom."
"It doesn't have to come to this."
Gabriel's brows twitched, but perhaps seeing Turing, her face immediately returned to a slightly dim color.
"Step aside, Raphael."
"At your age, you usually can't imagine that some things are scarier than death."
"The battles of the noble families are not like those of Oedipus, where it's just about winning."
"We have to consider many... many... many things."
Gabriel supported her forehead with a pained hand and squeezed it hard.
"I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Altria, the perfect tobacco of the noble family."
"I thought the children's evaluation of you was already exaggerating enough, but after seeing you today, I'm afraid it's even more so."
Gabriel got up from her chair and carefully examined Turing, who was dressed simply and appropriately, and nodded.
"I thought you would be a bit slower to come. But unexpectedly, unfortunately, you saw such a disgraceful family affair."
"But this level should be just an everyday occurrence for the Altria mother and daughter, right?"
Suddenly, Gabriel's tone changed, becoming sarcastic and mocking in a courteous manner. Her serious face even revealed a hint of delicate smile.
Turing was stunned. She didn't expect the conversation to be so similar to the scene. Looking at Gabriel and Raphael's reactions, it was as if they had just seen her.
Turing was still in shock and couldn't come back to her senses, not knowing what to say.
"You must be confused right now, aren't you?"
"Even if you've come here, you're just going with the flow under various pressures."
"You must be wondering, why do we and Oedipus have such intense and irreconcilable hatred."
"What exactly are angels, and how did they come about."
"What are the differences in goals between Oedipus and us."
Gabriel waved her hand, and a familiar pillar of fire image of Turing seemed to burst into the room, overflowing from the corridor, the window frame, and the gaps between the rooms.
In an instant, it began to tighten, shrink, until it gathered into a delicate and sharp spear in Gabriel's hand.
Gabriel's rose-colored lips lightly opened.
"Don't be impatient, lost lamb."
"I will now tell you everything in the way you are most familiar with."
"Although violence cannot perfectly solve all the problems in this world, it can end all problems the quickest."
"Altria, isn't your family the one that respects this phrase the most?"
"Come and give it a try, little lamb."
The frenzy continued to rise, blowing Gabriel's robe, making it rustle.
She held one hand in front of her body, gently supporting the gun, while the other hand slightly bent and hidden on the side of her body exerted force.
Gabriel moved, vigorously extending his hand at the same time, the lightning-like sound accompanied the gun barrel, as if it was about to tear through the fabric of space, swiftly stabbing towards Turing.
The relentless shot came from the left.
[Left, no, I remember it actually came from the right here.]
In panic, Turing remembered Gabriel's feint attack at the time, and quickly activated the magic, flashing to the left.
"What?" Even Gabriel couldn't hide his surprise this time.
In Turing's eyes, it seemed as if she was rushing towards Gabriel's gun.
With a crisp whoosh sound, echoing through the room, Gabriel missed the thrust.
The illusion on Gabriel's body dissipated the moment it touched Turing.
[The turning point is here.]
[I know from Maria's memory that dropback cannot be used continuously. Even when my mother's dropback was released, she had to wait at least ten seconds before using it again.]
[And now, since she didn't touch me, she can't use aside to modify my memory and change my actions.]
[Now is the best opportunity for counterattack!]
Turing leaned to avoid Gabriel's approaching fire spear, and a dramatic burst of mud and rocks erupted from her body. They stuck to Gabriel's body like eels, instantly turning her into a big mass of mud, with only her head sticking out.
As soon as these mud and rocks touched the air, they instantly hardened like lake mother, tightly imprisoning Gabriel in place.
[After all, she is the head of the family. I can't use powerful magic to attack her, so let's leave it at this level.]
"Haha... Ha." Turing was so nervous that she almost broke into a cold sweat. She really didn't know what to do if Gabriel changed direction and stabbed herself. She simply reacted subconsciously to deal with Gabriel.
"Turing... you?" Raphael pointed at Turing not far away, surprised and covering his mouth.
[Isn't it just passing Gabriel's test? Why are you so surprised?]
Turing lowered her head in confusion and looked at her body. She found that the unreadable text was glowing in various corners of her body.
This was not blood writing, nor was it text written by humans, but rather, more like the font printed by a printer Turing saw in Merka's golden room.
Turing was startled and touched the glowing text, realizing that it was not like the previous blood writing, those were written in blood on the flesh after tearing the skin. This time, they were only floating on the surface of the skin.
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
"What is this...?"
As if being knocked on the back of the head, a machine-like power outage drowsiness overwhelmed Turing.
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"Liverpool, what are you sneaking around for?" Oedipus smiled and looked at the woman who climbed in through the window, saying.
"It's like this, my lord. According to the informant from Lachésis, this letter is very urgent and must be conveyed in secret."
"In a desperate situation, I had to sneak in like this. I apologize for showing you my disgraceful side." The woman called Liverpool scratched her head and presented the golden-lettered envelope on the intricately carved phoenix wooden table in front of Oedipus.
Casting a meaningful glance at the letter, Oedipus casually said, "I understand. You may leave."
