"So, you really knew about this all along."
Sometime after the Middle Eastern Singularity, before setting out for the Mesopotamian Singularity, Lawrence had dragged Roman and Leonardo da Vinci into a confidential room. He frowned at the two awkwardly grinning figures, glaring especially hard at Leonardo da Vinci.
This guy had clearly known all along.
"Come on, don't be like that." Leonardo da Vinci said with a cheeky grin. "For people like you and me, knowing something predetermined is pretty boring, isn't it? I always believed you'd be able to unravel the mystery of Roman's identity."
"Besides, this idiot tried to hide it, but in the end, he just didn't do a thorough enough job."
She pursed her lips and looked at Roman's left hand.
Roman merely gave a wry smile, removed the glove from his left hand, and looked at the golden ring on his left middle finger.
".So, was it really necessary to keep something this secret from Ritsuka?" Lawrence leaned against a table with his arms crossed, his gaze moving back and forth between the two.
".Sorry. Actually, I thought about that myself." Roman put his glove back on. "But in the end, I decided to keep hiding it."
"Or rather, it isn't hiding anything. I'm treating my position as a trump card."
Roman's expression finally turned serious, giving him at least a little of the dignity one might expect from the so-called King Solomon.
"I have some guesses about the identity of that Beast calling himself King Solomon, but... I can't be completely certain yet. Still, if he really is the being I remember, then my position—or rather, my identity—would be a devastating blow to him. So until then, everything must remain hidden." Roman spoke earnestly. "This isn't concealment."
"It's a tactic."
He smiled and scratched