To Lawrence, the alias Romani Archaman was a form of remembrance.
He would forever remember that man, who had seemed somewhat weak, yet had smiled in the face of his own "nothingness," then devoted everything he had without hesitation for the sake of victory.
Even if he was not King Solomon, he would still have been a great man.
Lawrence firmly believed that.
Still, he was the only one here who knew the meaning behind that name.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Archaman. Please, come in first." Amedeo nodded. He did not know the man named Romani, but since Verrocchio had just said something like that, it was best to invite them in and learn the details.
The five men took their seats. Amedeo looked somewhat nervous, while Verrocchio remained calm and composed, a faint smile on his face. "Romani" sat with his arms folded, contemplating something as he occasionally glanced at the two young men seated opposite him. Meanwhile, the two young men, Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, watched Verrocchio with both nervousness and fear.
After all, they had seen their teacher hanged from the gallows with their own eyes. Now that their teacher had appeared before them again, they were certainly happy, but... why had their teacher become so young?
"Let me explain the current situation first. I—or rather, the me of this era—was indeed hanged by Lorenzo. As for the me standing before you now, you may understand it as something existing due to a certain kind of magecraft." Verrocchio gave an explanation that explained practically nothing. "This city is abnormal now, and abnormalities need someone to resolve them. Romani and I were entrusted with resolving this city's singularity."
"Lawrence, Leonardo, I truly am your teacher. You need not fear me. If you want proof, perhaps I could tell