"Y-you, don't worry, you'll definitely be fine, haha." Merlin was drenched in sweat as he frantically cast his magecraft on the figure before him, blinking rapidly in a clear panic.
"Y-you..." The person lying on the ground seemed to be trying to say something.
He wore earth-colored armor, with vines and flowers growing over his body. What drew the most attention was—
He had no arms.
One arm lay nearby, while the other had vanished without a trace.
The mummy-like man lying on the ground struggled to open his eyes, using every ounce of strength to say something.
"Bas..."
"...tard..."
Lawrence had been locked up.
She sat on a stool, questioning her entire life.
Roman and Leonardo da Vinci had locked her inside the infirmary and sternly warned her, "Until your Spirit Origin has completely returned to normal, you are not allowed to leave this room!"
Lawrence's current condition was difficult to heal with ordinary magecraft. If she wanted to recover quickly, she would have to use a Command Spell. But Fujimaru Ritsuka did not have a single Command Spell left, and Lawrence wasn't so addled that she would use such precious Command Spells outside a Singularity.
Looking at the locked door, Lawrence sighed helplessly.
Should I not go?
But if I don't, I'll still be worried...
Forget it. Rather than overthinking things here, I should recover sooner. Then I can keep protecting that child, Ritsuka, by his side.
I should continue researching the Thought Key Pattern first...
Besides Lawrence herself, the thing she and Leonardo da Vinci had jointly developed was also in the infirmary.
And at that moment—
Within the gaps of the Thought Disk.
The figure living within those gaps finally revealed a delighted expression.
"Very good."
He stepped out of the gap, raised his head, and