On the way to San Francisco, Lawrence remained in near-constant communication with Leonardo da Vinci.
"I think I understand what you mean." Leonardo da Vinci nodded over the comms, her face wearing an intrigued, thoughtful expression. "So you want to borrow the framework of an Eastern thaumaturgical foundation and create an independent 'Thought Disk' of your own to store magecraft?"
"The methods available to us as Servants can't be stored in it as magecraft, Leonardo." Lawrence neither confirmed nor denied it, merely keeping his head down as he worked. "My idea is to inscribe magecraft onto spare bodies beforehand, then hide the means of activating it within a 'Magecraft Disk' that belongs to us."
"After all, the basis for developing this was the thing you made. Given her mental strength, the 'Pseudo Thought Key Pattern' I simulate and create won't have much magecraft capacity. It may even be extremely limited."
Leonardo da Vinci did not seem concerned. "So what if it's small? As long as it's enough, isn't that fine?"
"That's true."
Lawrence smiled, entering the Thought Disk through the Thought Key Pattern once again. Though he lacked the authority to inspect what was inside, this peculiar system had already given Lawrence tremendous inspiration.
It was just that Lawrence was not in Chaldea right now, so he had no way to carry out any further work.
Leonardo da Vinci was indisputably a "universal genius," and so was Lawrence.
Yet neither of them knew much about the truth behind the Incineration of Humanity. And what might happen after the Incineration of Humanity? Would humanity truly be reclaimed? Did mankind still possess further possibilities?
It was precisely because they were geniuses that they considered more things, and looked farther ahead.
And that led to—anxiety.
Anxiety about the future.
In order to repair