"Who the fuck are you?"
Faced with Leonardo da Vinci, who had come to their rescue, this was the first thing Verrocchio said as her teacher.
"Well, I expected your reaction to be intense, Master, but I didn't expect it to be quite so blunt. It still hurts a little, you know."
Da Vinci, wearing the appearance of the Mona Lisa, walked over to Lawrence with an elegant, reserved smile and helplessly shook her head.
"Look at you, Lawrence. You weren't this miserable after London, were you?"
Lawrence merely glanced at her, ignored her, and silently used his magecraft to heal his arm.
As Verrocchio stood to one side and looked at his two proudest students, well...
He suddenly felt as though all the effort he had put in throughout his life had been wasted.
"I can understand why Lawrence is like this, but Leonardo, what the fuck is your reason?"
Covering his face, Verrocchio crouched down. His voice carried the broken tremor of a sob, and he wanted nothing more than to roll straight back to the Throne of Heroes.
"So? Isn't it beautiful? This is an art piece I'm very proud of!" Da Vinci showed it off to her teacher with a smile, completely oblivious.
Verrocchio nearly fainted from holding his breath.
"Leonardo da Vinci? That kid from the Verrocchio Workshop? She's a woman?"
Lorenzo scratched his head while holding his longsword, his face full of bewildered shock.
"No! He isn't!" Verrocchio hurriedly scrambled to his feet and loudly refuted him.
Lorenzo:
Lawrence:
Fujimaru Ritsuka: .?
"Is something like gender really that important? Master, I was merely pursuing pure beauty." Da Vinci showed no anger at all and instead grinned at Verrocchio.
"Just shut up already, Leonardo. I'm begging you." Verrocchio glared at Da Vinci with a savage