"W-We're saved..."
Leonardo da Vinci wiped the cold sweat from her face, then leaned weakly against the wall with a sigh of relief.
Using a mop to paint on a wall had been a novel experience unlike anything she had ever had before, and she had enjoyed that moment of creation—but when those Prohibition Soldiers charged at them, she had felt as though her heart had stopped beating.
Lawrence was not much better off than Leonardo da Vinci. Pale-faced, he slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground, swallowing hard several times as he tried to calm himself.
Too much had happened lately. He really did need a moment to compose himself.
"What... was that thing you just used?" Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci were not the only ones surprised. Verrocchio also looked startled as he walked over to Romani with an astonished expression. The corpse of a slain Prohibition Soldier lay beside him.
"That... was something I learned from my son," Romani explained calmly.
"Your son, Adelson? He can do that too?" Verrocchio's eyes widened in surprise.
"Mm. I never studied magecraft, but he went and learned it."
There was no harm in letting Lawrence know everything now, even the Lawrence from before his death, so they simply spoke openly.
As expected, Lawrence showed no particular reaction. He was still taking deep breaths and steadying himself.
Fujimaru Ritsuka nearly laughed out loud from where he stood nearby.
Romani and Verrocchio stood side by side, looking at the portrait on the wall.
It was not finished yet, but its spirit was already clear.
"Those two brats drew a pretty good likeness," Verrocchio snorted.
"Teacher..." Leonardo da Vinci still found it hard to believe, looking up at her young teacher.
"You... exactly who are..." Lawrence pushed himself up with