"--Lawrence■■!? The Spiritron Transfer went ■■■!?"
"■ seems to have fallen into ■■■!"
"Do everything you can. No matter what, at the very least, we have to ■■■■■■■■■■■"
"I understand, I'm ■■!"
Lawrence only felt groggy.
It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced during any previous Spiritron Transfer.
He felt that the transfer should have succeeded, but judging from the barest impressions, there seemed to have been a problem with the "coordinates" of his transfer. By the time he arrived at the Singularity, he had even been unconscious.
And when he regained consciousness—
"Yo, long time no see."
"Lawrence."
Ah.
Who was that?
Leaning against a wall, Lawrence used all his strength to force his eyes open and see the person speaking to him clearly.
Someone he knew?
But my current Spirit Origin appearance—
"When I first learned that you'd altered your Spirit Origin into this form, I was truly surprised."
"You're Baron Ovis's daughter, right? How fortunate."
Hm?
Lawrence instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
Stab—
"Goodbye, Lawrence."
"Gah—"
A sharp pain tore through Lawrence's abdomen, and he instinctively cried out. His other senses rapidly returned as well.
"This time, I mean it—"
"[Flawless Luxury, Severed Harmful Things](Non c'era mancanza di interni ed esterni)!!!"
Lawrence roared with all his might, driving his mana and unleashing his Noble Phantasm.
"Ugh—"
The sudden flash of light caught the person beside Lawrence off guard, making him instinctively shield his eyes.
But when he opened them again—
There was no one before him.
There was no blood on the ground either. He ran a couple of steps to the mouth of the alley, only to find no trace of Lawrence. Even Lawrence's presence had vanished.
".Hmph."
He wiped Lawrence's blood from his dagger and snorted coldly.
"Ran away, huh."
"Whatever, Lawrence.