No.
No.
In Xinia Park, Credi searched.
His Saint Graph had been twisted—completely twisted. Having cast aside his ultimate jealousy, he had instead become stronger.
At least, by Servant standards.
Without even a moment to mourn Berserker Credi's weakness, the one who immediately arrived on the battlefield was—Avenger Credi, who had abandoned jealousy and gained hatred.
"Lawrence."
His voice carried emotions utterly unlike those from before.
Even without jealousy, he thought, he and Lawrence would never get along. Not to mention that brat Leonardo.
Looking up at the distant Arno River, Credi shook his head.
"In this world, beauty alone should not exist."
"If there were no beauty, perhaps I could have become friends with Lawrence."
He appeared calm, yet his words sounded as though they came from a madman.
"So. Kill beauty."
"Kill. All beauty."
"As long as there is no beauty, this world's conflicts—"
"Will this do?"
Inside a room at Ovis Villa, Lawrence was combing Fujimaru Ritsuka's hair.
Incidentally, she had temporarily returned to her female appearance—Harley's appearance—because she occasionally wanted some fresh air as well.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was currently sitting before a mirror. She shook her head and looked over the hair Lawrence had combed.
"Mm, this will do."
She smiled in satisfaction.
"By the way, Ritsuka, why did you feel like combing your hair at night?"
Lawrence tossed the crystal comb into the air, and the beautiful comb turned into magical energy and vanished.
"I just kind of miss this feeling." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her fluffy hair. "I think Mash might miss it too?"
"Senpai. It's already very late. You and Miss Lawrence should both get some rest."
Mash spoke somewhat helplessly over the communicator.
"Then I'll be leaving first." Lawrence smiled, transformed back into the appearance of a middle-aged man, and left the room.