"Looks like you firmly believe that the path you're walking now is the right one, my Master."
The masked Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart still wore that somewhat eerie smile at the corners of his mouth as he followed behind Lorenzo.
As Lorenzo's Servant, he naturally had to be present while Lorenzo set the trap, responsible for keeping watch—or rather, ready to step in and fight at any moment.
To fight those "prey" who were about to step into the trap.
"Caster, I know what you want to say."
Lorenzo did not turn around. His voice was calm—so calm that it made one feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"But as my Servant, questioning me is not what you should be doing."
"Still, since you've asked the question, then as your lord, I should naturally be magnanimous enough to answer it."
"Perhaps art is innocent. Even though Father disparaged it in every possible way before me, I still acknowledge that."
As he spoke, his feet never paused.
"Oh?" Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was somewhat surprised.
Lorenzo's ruthlessly exterminating attitude did not seem like that of someone who believed "art is innocent."
"Is that so surprising?"
Lorenzo turned back to glance at Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
"Not particularly, because you are 'Lorenzo the Magnificent,' after all." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart regained his composed smile and gave a slight bow.
"That title does not belong to me now, but it will belong to me." Lorenzo turned back, looking unconcerned.
"You really are confident." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart shook his head without revealing his specific stance.
Credi, walking beside Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, lifted his head and shot him a glance, a trace of disgust showing in his eyes.
Genius, genius.
Hmph.
Credi was in a very bad mood right now.
Though Phantom of the Opera's