"Lawrence?"
Anno pulled the communicator away from his ear, then brought it back and greeted him again.
"Huh? Anno?" Lawrence's voice seemed to regain a bit of energy from his surprise.
"Over there..." There was a trace of hesitation in Anno's voice.
"Ah, I'm fine..." Lawrence's voice sounded like he might faint in the next second, carrying a forced hint of laughter. "I just... forgot to rest while processing documents."
"...Why do you always like doing this sort of thing?" Anno sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he glanced at Leonardo da Vinci.
"Honestly, Lawrence, didn't I tell you to stay in Chaldea and rest? How did you end up like this again?" Leonardo da Vinci frowned deeply as she listened to Lawrence's voice. "I'm starting to feel like it would've been better to have you come to the Singularity. Or was this something Roman arranged for you?"
"Ah, Leonardo's there too."
Rustling sounds came from the other end of the line, as though Lawrence were pulling himself out from beneath a mountain of documents.
"Roman did give me some work, but... how should I put it? I'm not keeping busy for Roman's sake. Ow, there, I'm out. Give me a moment to straighten things up."
The rustling sounded again. Anno and Leonardo da Vinci exchanged a look, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.
"What do you mean by your identities being special? Seven people?" Hans Christian Andersen joined in. "There are only four people in this room anyway, and all the other villagers have gone to take shelter. Why not tell me too?"
"Mm... I asked Lawrence about that. So, should I explain it, or should one of the seven terminals explain it himself?" Leonardo da Vinci looked at Anno with a smile.
"Actually, it's