"You didn't need to explain, Lawrence."
"Because that was you of this era, after all—not you as a Servant."
Verrocchio looked at Lawrence with a beaming smile, his tone carrying a touch of teasing.
Naturally, Lawrence would not be embarrassed by that level of joking. He merely felt a little helpless.
His young teacher was simply far too unrestrained. In his memory, his teacher had clearly been a very strict person.
Servants who were artists generally manifested in one of two forms: either as children at the height of their imagination, or as they had been in their youth. If Lawrence had not chosen to distort his Saint Graph into Harley's form, he supposed he would have been summoned looking young as well. The same was true of Leonardo da Vinci.
"I understand, Teacher."
"After the three of us were publicly executed, Harley hid the Lawrence of this era away. And that boy Leonardo was originally hiding in your house, but Harley has taken him in too. They're hidden at the Ovis residence." Verrocchio shared the information he had learned about the Lawrence of this era.
".I did come out of the Ovis residence."
Lawrence scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Hm? Why did you come from there?" Verrocchio blinked blankly.
Lawrence's mouth twitched, but he still explained to Verrocchio how he had come to this Singularity.
They were exchanging information, after all. Nothing shameful about that.
Nor did Lawrence doubt Verrocchio. Verrocchio's presence was completely different from that of the Servant who had attacked him during the day.
Then Verrocchio nearly laughed himself sick.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA--------"
Verrocchio rocked back and forth with laughter, unable to stop for a long while.
Lawrence wore an expression like a dead fish, as if he wanted to say something but held it back.
Verrocchio finally stopped