"That bastard."
The surging music had already begun to ring out across the skies of all Florence.
And rising and falling along with the music were the veins on Lorenzo's forehead.
Whether deliberate or intentional, Mozart's and Salieri's music, though colliding madly as if they were doing everything in their power to tear each other's flesh apart, was incomparably harmonious, as though two masters of music were dancing a back-and-forth duet.
Their blades clashed, yet they accepted one another; they danced with savage grins, yet kept perfectly in step.
Without a doubt, this was the most beautiful music—unbelievably pleasing to the ear. Even Chaldea, standing nearby with Salieri against Mozart, could not help but become intoxicated by it.
Salieri and Mozart had both completely merged themselves into the piano, completely merged themselves into the music. Playing with abandon at this moment was their sole mission as Servants—as artists.
"...Enough."
Lorenzo closed his eyes, listening to that wonderful music—which was nothing but noise to him—and muttered angrily to himself.
His sword was still planted in the ground, but he raised one hand.
He lifted his hand, a glint of golden light flashing through his eyes, then—brought it down.
The shadow of a greatsword appeared and slashed toward Mozart, Salieri, and Chaldea.
"Don't even think—!"
Lawrence had kept her attention fixed on Lorenzo. The moment she saw him move, she immediately created an immensely strong gemstone shield and blocked Lorenzo's sword.
The gemstones shattered, but Lawrence poured out her magical energy almost without pause. Though it strained her, she still managed to hold it back.
"Hahaha—thanks, Lawrence! So you really do understand us too!"
"I'm not one of your kind, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart." Lawrence grimaced, but still smiled at Mozart. "But I know that when an artist is creating with all their