"So, you came after all."
Lorenzo tilted his head slightly, evading the jeweled blade Lawrence had thrown at him.
But that jeweled blade had only been a distraction.
Lawrence's true aim was—
The magic power he had been storing up erupted at once, not in the form of a Noble Phantasm, but as—
Nearly a hundred jeweled magic mirrors appeared, descending from above to enclose the area.
"Lawrence!!!"
The instant Credi sensed Lawrence's magic power, he charged over with a hoarse roar, his eyes bloodshot, utterly heedless of the other civilians nearby.
Boom!!!
Thud!
Credi came to a stop.
He had slammed headfirst into the thick jeweled magic mirror Lawrence had created.
"Heh. With the support of my Noble Phantasm, stopping a bastard like you is easy enough." Verrocchio removed the hat covering his head and looked coldly up at Credi.
"Salieri!" Lawrence called out, panting heavily.
Even with Verrocchio's Noble Phantasm reinforcing him, creating a barrier of such quality and scale still placed a considerable burden on Lawrence.
So the most crucial thing was to seize this chance and rescue the people on the gallows.
Antonio Salieri, who had been standing silently in a corner of the square in gray clothes, was instantly enveloped by the Mourning Exterior. He seized his silver longsword, leapt into the air, and charged toward—
"Gottlieb!!!!!"
The roar was utterly heartrending.
He could not be mistaken. He absolutely could not be mistaken!!!
That man wearing a gold-rimmed mask of the same design as his own was him—the one beloved by God!
Aaaaah—aaaaaah!!!!
"Die—!"
"Die—!"
"Gottlieb, I must—kill youuuuu!!!!"
"Mr. Salieri!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled by Salieri's sudden outburst. Then, when he looked more closely, his pupils contracted sharply.
That Servant standing there—the one who had emerged with Lorenzo at the last moment—wasn't that—
Was