"Much obliged, but what I was interested in was the old Chaldea. I have neither interest in nor attachment to the Chaldea that belongs to Goredolf Musik."
"Get to work. Once I finish my job, have a proper farewell dinner with everyone tonight, and say my goodbyes, I'll leave quietly."
—Though she said that, Leonardo da Vinci did not look particularly happy.
The Chaldea she had depended on for shelter had been taken away just like that. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had saved the world, was about to be treated unjustly, while Servants like herself and Lawrence, who had given so much along the way, were being ruthlessly driven out.
What the hell? Hadn't this world changed at all?
There was no way they could simply not care about something like this. They had given so much. Chaldea had given so much. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash had given so much. Every one of them had fought with their lives on the line. Even Romani Archaman had willingly sacrificed himself, all to save a world that had already been incinerated—yet this was the outcome? Why!?
They were no saints. Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci felt they had the right to feel wronged.
But things had already come to this. Nothing could be changed.
"I will only ever be Ritsuka's Servant."
Lawrence said only that in a somewhat cold tone, and nothing more.
Yet despite saying nothing else, a powerful aura radiated from her, pressing down on Goredolf Musik alongside her gaze.
".Hmph! Honestly, how utterly tactless!"
Goredolf instinctively took a step back, then snorted and hurriedly looked around before finally turning toward the Chaldea technicians in the Control Room.
"Hey! Is the container still not open?! Three minutes should have passed by now!"
"Let me see!"
He walked over to stand opposite