"You're saying she escaped?"
In the Florentine royal palace, the young ruler sat upon his own throne, looking down at the young man below.
He was undoubtedly a Servant. There was a hint of chaos in his eyes, and he wore an utterly indifferent expression.
"Yeah, yeah, she escaped. After all, I'm pretty weak."
The Servant, who looked like a young man, said this while swaying his head.
"That bastard Lawrence released his Noble Phantasm, you know? Once he released it, I couldn't kill him."
He held his head as though talking to himself, yet also as though answering the ruler's question.
"A Noble Phantasm?"
The young ruler—Lorenzo de' Medici—furrowed his brow as he looked at the young man.
That attitude...
"Yeah, yeah, that's right."
"His Noble Phantasm was so beautiful, you know?" The male Servant nodded quickly, light appearing in his eyes. "Just like Lawrence's works! Beautiful enough to make you lose yourself in it. When he released his Noble Phantasm, I just stared blankly. By the time I came to my senses, Lawrence was already gone."
"What a pity. I should have killed him."
"...Forget it. Leave for now." Lorenzo sighed and waved his hand in distaste, signaling for the Servant to go.
The Servant did not hesitate, muttering to himself as he left.
Lorenzo held his forehead and shook his head slightly.
"Hmph... How unpleasant."
Unconcealed disgust filled his eyes.
"Forgive him, child."
"After all, he is a Berserker. Judging by his class alone, there is clearly something wrong with his mind."
A somewhat stooped man emerged from a door at the rear of the palace and spoke to Lorenzo.
"Father."
Lorenzo rose to his feet and gave the man a slight, respectful bow.
"You are the ruler of this city now, Lorenzo. There is no need