"Who are you...?"
Though knowing that Simonetta was safe had greatly relieved him, Giuliano was still somewhat bewildered—and curious.
Although the other man had extended his hand to him with great familiarity and stated certain facts, Giuliano was certain of one thing: he had never met this man before.
He remembered every person he had ever met with great clarity. If he had met the man before him, Romani Archaman, he would never have failed to remember him.
"You don't need to know me. In fact, I no longer belong to this era."
Releasing Giuliano's hand, he walked over to Simonetta and looked down at the girl alongside Giuliano.
Deep in the eyes of Lawrence, disguised as Romani, lay something that could perhaps be called relief.
"You..." Giuliano wanted to say something.
There were many things in Romani's words worth noting, so many that he did not know where to begin asking.
"Did you save Simonetta?" In the end, that was all he could ask.
"...I did. This was a successful house call."
Looking at the quietly lying Simonetta, Romani nodded.
A successful house call.
He remembered it—no, he remembered it clearly. It had been not long after he had first begun studying medicine.
Uncle Ferdino had died of stomach illness, and he had not even made it in time to see Uncle Ferdino one last time. Aunt Anna had fallen and died on the day Luo Song was born.
Back then, he had become convinced that the human body absolutely followed some kind of theory, rather than suffering the so-called punishment of the "Lord," and so he had begun studying medicine. Yet it was during those early days, when he had only just started down the path of medicine and could not even be considered an apprentice, that he