Lawrence tucked a strand of hair from his temple behind his ear with his little finger and let out a soft sigh.
Though the transformation did not consume any magical energy, at the very least, Lawrence felt that something was off.
"Even though—well, when you summoned me, Ritsuka, I was prepared for my body and mind to be altered by my Saint Graph. And I never felt that there was anything wrong with it. But it was only after returning to Florence that I realized..."
His beautiful wine-red eyes held an almost soulless look, unable to brighten even beneath the sunlight.
"Hmm."
Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked his chin.
"What, do you regret it?" Leonardo da Vinci's teasing voice came through the communicator as she said cheerfully, "You're always saying I'm strange, but really, the strangest one is you, Lawrence."
"Still, I really am curious what Harley would think if she actually saw you like this."
"Cut the nonsense, Leonardo."
Lawrence shot back weakly.
"I don't regret it. I just feel... something. Even I can't put it into words."
"But anyway, when I'm only acting with Ritsuka, I'll stay like this."
Though he had not returned to Florence in who knew how many years, Lawrence was still intimately familiar with its streets. He led Fujimaru Ritsuka through them, immediately avoiding the Prohibition Soldiers whenever they encountered them.
Before noon, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence finally arrived at the Leyline.
"There are a lot of things around the Leyline that shouldn't be here... but compared to the Prohibition Soldiers, or that bastard Credi..." Lawrence peered in from outside the Leyline and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was common knowledge that Leylines attracted all sorts of miscellaneous things to settle around them. Every trip to a Leyline meant enemies of varying strength, and their