"Oh, Romani, how do you feel? You seem to be ready to fight with that lunatic Lorenzo, right?"
On the way Lawrence walked downstairs, he met Verrocchio, who must have just woken up. Verrocchio smiled and said hello to Lawrence.
"Um."
Lawrence passed by Verrocchio and responded somewhat coldly.
Faced with Lawrence's indifference, Verrocchio looked a little surprised. When Lawrence walked past him, he shrugged and curled his lips.
"Well, you do look like you're ready."
He also turned around and followed Lawrence.
What he didn't notice was that after the two of them left, the woman with burgundy hair also walked down the stairs.
Harley stood on the steps, looking at Lawrence's back, covering her mouth with one hand, and the look in her eyes was impossible to see clearly.
What was she thinking?
Perhaps, only she can understand it.
"Get ready to go, everyone."
In the living room, Fujimaru Ritsuka hung a bottle of gem potion handed to her by Lawrence around her neck and looked at everyone and said.
Lawrence conjured a gem in his hand and looked at the gem quietly, his eyes slightly lowered.
"Titsuka."
He called softly.
"Well, I'm here, Mr. Lawrence."
Ritsuka tilted her head and looked at Lawrence strangely.
"We will win this time too, right?"
"We will kill the Demonic Pillar, correct this singularity, and then return to Chaldea."
"Is it right?"
Lawrence looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.
"Yeah, of course."
Although I don’t know why Lawrence asked this question, this does not prevent Ritsuka Fujimaru from answering with a smile, as always.
"Then let's go."
Lawrence stood up and walked towards the door.
"Mr. Romani!"
When he reached the door, a call stopped him, causing him to pause in opening the door.
He didn't dare to look back and look at the person who stopped him.
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Verrocchio. Verrocchio's eyes turned between Lawrence and Harley, but the fun-loving Verrocchio sighed.
"Master, let's go out first. Romani will catch up soon."
Squeezing Lawrence aside, Verrocchio opened the door, winked at Lawrence, and then filed out with several others, leaving Lawrence and Harley in the living room.
"Miss Harley, what's the matter?"
Lawrence didn't dare to look at Harley. He pressed his back against the door and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I"
Harry wanted to say something, but seemed to realize that it was inappropriate, so he stopped again, lowered his head and hesitated.
"What kind of person is your wife?"
Finally, she asked this sentence.
Harley asked seriously.
She has realized and recognized that the "Lawrence" in front of her is not the Lawrence she knows.
It is a strange "Lawrence" who comes from a time that he is not familiar with and has a life of his own. And of course, he is not this "Lawrence's" wife "Harley".
They're just strangers who look exactly the same.
But she was still curious and wanted to ask, so she came and called out to Lawrence who was going to repair this singularity.
There was a look of surprise in Lawrence's eyes, and he looked at Harry for a moment.
"She was a great wife, a great daughter and a great mother."
Lawrence raised his head, looked at the ceiling of the living room, and recalled.
"She will create art with me, give me new inspiration and thinking, take care of my aunt's daily life, let my aunt always praise her in front of me, and educate our son properly so that he can learn from a very young age. Having established the correct concept, even if she became a magician, she would not become a villain who despises human life. She would even help me conduct medical research and help me record the data from the anatomy when I was doing anatomy experiments."
"She's a wonderful person, a wonderful wife, and my love."
"He was the one who dragged me out of the quagmire of cognition, who didn't know what the past was and was struggling to find my own path."
".Is that so? You must both love each other."
Harry was speechless and could only say this.
"Yes, that's true."
Lawrence nodded choked and wiped the corners of his eyes.
It makes him uncomfortable to recall beautiful things, but he also knows that he shouldn't cry at this time.
"Why wasn't her name recorded?" Harley asked her doubtful question.
"The descendants are unfilial."
Lawrence didn't seem to want to delve into the issue.
He no longer responds to the call of his descendants as followers. This is why he has been completely disappointed with his descendants.
"ah?"
Harley looked quite surprised.
She thought a lot about the reasons why "Harley" was not recorded, but she never imagined that it would be such a reason.
The two people looked at each other, across time and space, just looking at each other.
"It's time for me to leave. Ritsuka is about to leave."
Lawrence opened the door.
"etc."
Harley stopped him again.
She walked up to this "Lawrence", looked up into his eyes, smiled, and then——
He hugged him gently and politely.
Lawrence was stunned.
Harley didn't hug him for too long, only letting go for a second.
"I am not the Harley you love, but I believe that even if it is not recorded, even if it is not on the so-called 'Sea of Heroes', your wife will still love you as much as you love her. .”
She said this as she took a step back and bowed slightly to Lawrence.
"I hope you can repair this singularity, Lawrence."
As Lawrence walked through the streets of Florence, there was something unsettling about the city's current atmosphere.
His pace was not fast. He looked ahead, a little distracted and a little emotional.
"Leonardo, I know you are watching, there is no need to hold it in."
Suddenly, he said this.
".So, is this the image of your best friend in your eyes?"
What sounded in the communicator was Da Vinci's somewhat helpless voice.
"yes."
Lawrence's answer was serious.
".I finally know what Manlio means. You are indeed very annoying sometimes."
"How did such a good person like Sister Harley fall in love with you in the first place? Really."
Da Vinci said angrily and sighed.
"But, in this case, you can feel a little better."
"Now, let's repair the singularity."
(End of chapter)
