Servant—Verrocchio
"Hm?"
Before Lawrence entered his residence, a young man noticed him.
After observing Lawrence's actions and studying his face, he showed a look of understanding.
Ah. So I wasn't the only one summoned?
With that thought in mind, he followed Lawrence. After Lawrence had tidied up his room, he patted him on the shoulder.
"Yo."
"AAAAAH!!!"
"W-WAAAH!!!"
Lawrence's scream startled the curly-haired young man as well.
The two simply stared wide-eyed at each other in the darkness.
"Y-You are—" Lawrence failed to recognize him at first. He opened his palm, and a gemstone began to glow.
"Mm, it has indeed been a long time since we last met, but Lawrence, if you really look at me like I'm a stranger, I can't help feeling a little hurt."
The curly-haired young man pursed his lips and lightly shook his head, looking somewhat regretful.
Lawrence froze for a moment.
He truly had no impression of this man. Wait, those features—could it be—
"Master Verrocchio!?"
He cried out, staring wide-eyed at the utterly unfamiliar young man.
"Hehe, I knew that would be your reaction." Verrocchio brushed back his hair with a faint smile, looking perfectly at ease. "After all, when I was young, I was a famously handsome man too. Just like you."
Verrocchio gave Lawrence a once-over. "You look far worse now than you did when you were young."
There was a hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
Lawrence still had not fully processed it. He looked Verrocchio up and down in astonishment.
"Master Verrocchio, it really is you. But why are you—wait, could it be...?"
His pupils contracted as a possibility occurred to him.
Verrocchio let out a soft sigh.
"I know you intended to rest after tidying your room, but there's no time for that. Come with me, to