Lawrence sat on the ground, seriously considering the situation.
The place where she had just been lying was Harley's bedroom—Harley's bed.
The place she had been brought to was Harley's home, the residence of Baron Ovis, Amedeo Baharguli Ovis.
So... who had saved her?
An absurd guess arose in Lawrence's heart.
Before she had lost consciousness, she had vaguely heard a familiar voice.
So, her past self had found her unconscious self and brought her to Harley's house. Wait, something was wrong here. If her memory was correct, at this point in time—1469—Harley should still have been fighting with her parents and living away from home.
Had something gone wrong with the time coordinates of her transfer, or was this due to the peculiar nature of this Singularity...?
Lawrence rubbed her temples, feeling as though her brain was trembling.
No, she knew far too little right now, and she had no idea where Ritsuka was.
There was one more thing.
She fashioned a mirror from gemstones and looked at the face reflected within it.
Harley.
She remembered the person she had just seen.
Unlike this false face of hers, a face fabricated solely from memories born of longing, that one had undoubtedly been real.
That was Harley.
Harley Baharguli Ovis.
The person she had always longed for.
Lawrence bit through her lip to force herself awake. She took a deep breath and patted her face.
She was thinking too much. In 1469, Harley Baharguli Ovis had not yet married Lawrence Anno Falgao. In other words, the Harley of this time was not "Lawrence's" wife. She needed to remain rational.
And in this era, she was hardly the only person who knew Harley. If she continued wearing this face, she would undoubtedly bring trouble to Harley.
Lawrence closed her eyes and