It was already the morning of the second day.
Lawrence looked up at the ancient-looking building before him, wearing an expression of utter despair.
Last night, Verrocchio—who had been independently summoned to this Singularity as a Servant in the Caster class—had found him after he returned to his own house out of homesickness. The two had gone to the Verrocchio Workshop, which had already been ransacked into a complete mess, exchanged some information, and made plans for their next steps in this Singularity.
As for what those plans were—
"Master, is this what you call a plan?"
The Ovis residence before him made Lawrence feel as though his stomach were being twisted tight.
"Your face makes you an undocumented resident in Florence, while I'm someone who was already hanged. Neither of us can move around conveniently in Florence. If we need to gather information, isn't it perfectly normal to find an acquaintance and explain our purpose?" Verrocchio replied with complete composure.
Lawrence wore a somewhat strained expression.
Though he could still rationally maintain normal thoughts, that did not mean seeing Harley's face left him feeling nothing at all.
Lawrence had merely hidden that knife-like wound away. It did not mean the wound was gone, nor did it mean it no longer hurt.
"...I understand."
In an extremely feminine gesture, Lawrence patted his face, took a deep breath, and nodded.
Verrocchio gave Lawrence a strange look, but did not pay much attention to his actions.
The Ovis residence was currently shut tight, seemingly refusing all visitors.
But it only refused ordinary people. Servants naturally had their own methods.
Crack!
Verrocchio smashed the lock on the Ovis residence gate with a single punch, making a tremendous noise.
"Is anyone home?!"
Calling out as he did so, he walked into the courtyard of