"Newborn Demon God Dantalion, is that what you mean?"
In a corner of the palace, a straight-backed old man watched Mozart Dantalion, who stood where he was, laughing madly.
No, even if Mozart had become a Demon God, he probably could no longer be called Dantalion.
Dantalion had not been a special envoy. Back in the Temple of Time, it had already completely ceased functioning, leaving behind its remaining magical energy for the Demon God possessing Piero to bring to this Singularity.
Mozart was undoubtedly a member of the Demon God lineage. Even if he had never learned magecraft due to his obsession with music, he still possessed the aptitude.
The aptitude to become Dantalion—like Lev Lainur—or rather, like this—
The chance to become a newborn Demon God!
"Salieri, I am a musician."
Crack—
The silver-white mask on Mozart's face, now stained black, split apart beneath the contrast of his somewhat eerie smile.
Eyes like an abyss emerged from behind the mask, staring fixedly at Salieri.
".Gottlieb?"
Yet Salieri did not meet Mozart's gaze. His eyes, his attention, were focused on the silver longsword still plunged into Mozart's chest.
"You are a musician too."
Those words finally drew Salieri's gaze. The two great musicians who had been close friends in life now stood opposed to each other in such bizarre forms.
Avenger, Antonio Salieri, who had transformed into a gray beast of vengeance.
Mozart Dantalion, who had inherited the legacy of Demon God Dantalion and become a newborn Demon God.
In life, they truly had only been musicians.
So—
"Perhaps this is Chaldea and Lorenzo's battlefield, but for this moment, how about the two of us claim it for ourselves?"
"This is a war of art."
"I do not agree with Lorenzo's ideals, but I am his Servant. Therefore, this