"What... what exactly was that?"
Baron Ovis's injured leg had already been healed by Lawrence's gemstone potion, yet his face still bore a trace of terror.
He was a knight devoted to restoring the glory of the nobility and had never lacked the courage to draw his sword and fight.
But that only applied when facing enemies he could understand.
Something like a Prohibition Soldier—no matter how powerful a warrior was, they would never consider fighting one head-on. Not to mention... that masked fellow was definitely even worse than a Prohibition Soldier.
"As for that... Mr. Romani will handle him properly." Feeling the message conveyed through the contract, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled at Baron Ovis.
The battle between Servants had already ended. Unlike the time with Credi, Antonio Salieri's combat strength had supplemented them this time, making the Servant battle much easier. Thus, the Phantom of the Opera had been completely eliminated.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's feelings about that were actually rather complicated.
Within the Temple of Time, at the stronghold by the Melting Furnace, Fujimaru Ritsuka had felt it before: the Phantom of the Opera had come to support them as a fighting force, bound by the connection formed through their former hostility in Orleans. And now, Mr. Phantom of the Opera had become an enemy once again.
The rapid and repeated shifts in identity felt a little too frequent, even to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Baron Ovis wiped the cold sweat from his face and used the wall to pull himself to his feet.
"Gina, we can't stay here." Looking at his wife supporting him, he spoke with some difficulty.
"...Mm." Madam Dorigina sighed and nodded.
What Lorenzo advocated was not merely the slaughter of art; he held the same attitude toward the nobility. And now, the Ovis family had come under attack.