Lawrence, under the alias Romani, nearly collapsed against the wall. A conspicuous wound marred his chest, refusing to heal.
"Mr. Romani? A-Are you all right?" Leonardo da Vinci, whom Verrocchio had just set down from under his arm, looked at the horrifying wound on Romani's chest and asked cautiously.
Lawrence was crouched beside him as well, staring at Romani's chest wound with a complicated expression, lost in thought.
Romani merely shook his head. Raising one hand, he laboriously condensed a spherical white gemstone from magical energy and pressed it against his chest.
The gemstone shattered into dust and spread over the wound, but it still refused to heal.
That piece of trash Credi. This must be the effect of his Noble Phantasm.
Looking at the blood on his hand, Romani thought this.
"Looks like we'll need some physical bandaging." Verrocchio wiped the sweat from his brow.
He had just run here carrying Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, one in each arm. With a Servant's physical capabilities, carrying two people should have been effortless, but—
Though it was difficult to admit, the pressure Credi had exerted was truly immense.
"According to the data Chaldea detected, that Servant named Credi isn't particularly strong." Mash sighed, her voice coming through the communication device. "Although everyone did fight hard, the Servants' compatibility isn't suited for fighting Servants."
Mash was telling the truth.
"Mash, make a record of this." Romani temporarily lowered his hand and said weakly to Mash, "That bastard Credi's Noble Phantasm may have some special effect."
"Huh? Ah—anyway, I understand." Mash did not understand at first. Then she felt someone pat her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Leonardo da Vinci patting her shoulder and giving her a playful wink. Only then did she realize and respond to Lawrence.
"By the way, the