"How terrifying, Lorenzo. Is that simply his true nature?"
Mozart stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely at ease as he set up a magecraft barrier in the plaza.
As for the person he was questioning—
"I only know that he is a man of unwavering will."
Piero's tone was utterly calm. He stood nearby leaning on his cane, seeming to supervise the work while also looking as though he did not care about anything at all.
"Don't be like that. Aren't we two the only true companions? Didn't you say that yourself? You call yourself his father, yet you do not understand him. Is that normal?"
Mozart temporarily stopped what he was doing and looked at Piero with a smiling expression.
"Not understanding one's child is perfectly normal for a human father. Even those considered 'great' among this species are no exception. Just look at Lawrence if you do not believe me." Piero walked over to a stone block nearby and sat down. "Besides, do you understand your own son?"
"And do you understand—your friend?"
He was clearly referring to Antonio Salieri's frenzied attack on him in the plaza.
"Of course I understand him." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart remained composed. "But what about you? Where did you go earlier?"
"If you had been there, perhaps you could have achieved your goal directly."
"Getting rid of Chaldea, for instance."
"We always remain rational, you know." Piero shot Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart a calm glance. "I left for other reasons and missed that perfect opportunity. Hmph."
His expression was twisted with rage, his fury and hatred plain to see.
"Damn Chaldea."
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart could not help laughing.
And this counted as always remaining rational?
How utterly ridiculous.
"Still, there is no need to worry about being unable to kill them.