"I was very afraid, but also very happy, Fou."
"I had already done everything I could."
"What remained..."
Roman took another sip of coffee, but his gaze settled on his middle finger.
Solomon, Mage King.
If you really were the being I imagined you to be, then you definitely had a flaw.
There had to be a gap you could not avoid.
"But..."
The hand Roman held the coffee cup with trembled slightly, and he said nothing more.
"Ugh... my head hurts."
Lawrence lay on the bed, clutching his head and grimacing.
"Like the feeling after attending a grand banquet and then waking up early the next day?" Leonardo da Vinci sat beside him and teased, "By the way, Lawrence, even now, you still haven't fully become a lady. Noblewomen of Florence wouldn't make such rough movements, you know?"
"Leonardo, shut up..."
Lawrence sat up in bed and rubbed his head.
"We're back at Chaldea already... What's the situation now?"
Lawrence's hoop skirt had somehow returned. Servants were strange like that.
"In a little over ten hours, we'll be facing the final battle."
Leonardo da Vinci's tone was calm.
Lawrence's scratching hand froze for a moment.
Then he let out a long sigh, as though he were trying to sigh his very soul out.
"Leonardo, help me down. I'm going to adjust my condition and sleep for a little while." Lawrence jumped down from the bed. "If Ritsuka comes, remember to wake me."
"Okay, okay, no problem." Leonardo da Vinci drew out her words, sounding somewhat helpless. "I knew you'd say that. I already had a bed prepared for you."
After using his magecraft to adjust himself, Lawrence's condition had recovered fairly well. He was just still somewhat mentally exhausted. Before the end arrived, it would be best to let