"Lawrence, you look a little strange. You weren't injured, were you?"
By evening, the group, including Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, had all arrived at another property owned by Ovis's family.
Compared to the Ovis residence, where their purpose had been obvious, this place was indeed safer. As long as they hid well, no one would find them.
For the time being.
"No. I wasn't caught up in that battlefield, so how could I possibly be injured?" Lawrence looked at Leonardo da Vinci as if she were an idiot.
"Hmm, I shouldn't be imagining things. Did you notice something?" Leonardo da Vinci rubbed her chin and scrutinized Lawrence suspiciously.
"It's just a guess. I'll tell you once I've confirmed it. You look pretty tired—rather than worrying about me, you should get some sleep."
This Ovis family house had several rooms, more than enough for everyone to sleep in.
Lawrence stood, straightened his clothes, and headed upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"To get some air."
When he arrived on the rooftop, Lawrence indeed saw the figure he had hoped to see.
He stood there with both hands in his pockets, gazing into the distance, gazing at Florence.
"No matter what, this city has always been so charming—that's what I once thought. As my hometown, as the most beautiful place in my memories, I always believed it would remain as it was in my memories, forever unchanged."
"Until I came to this Singularity."
"Is that so? Then what does Florence look like in your eyes now?"
Lawrence walked to his side and looked out over the city with him.
Perhaps he did not know or understand as much as the person beside him, but it was only natural to hold special feelings for one's hometown.
"...A very oppressive city."
That was what