"W-what is going on?"
"Koyanskaya, why are you standing there? Don't tell me you've been captured?"
Goredolf Musik seemed to realize something and instinctively took half a step back, yet he still refused to believe it.
Too much had happened, too chaotically. Just a few hours ago, he had still been noisily taking over Chaldea's operations in the Control Room, and now Chaldea had already become little more than ruins.
There had been far too many things that felt wrong along the way. While it was certainly impossible to understand everything clearly, Goredolf was not a complete idiot. At the very least, he could sense that something was amiss.
But realizing it was one thing; being stubborn was another.
Put simply, he still wanted to—
"Don't cling to fantasies, Mr. Goredolf."
Lawrence mercilessly exposed Goredolf's attempt to escape reality.
"That one, along with the other two—Jefferson Hyde and Kirei Kotomine, who knows where they're hiding—they are the leaders of the invaders."
"What?"
Goredolf froze.
"What did you say—say that again!?"
His voice rose instinctively.
"I said the three of them are the invaders—"
Lawrence frowned and glanced back at Goredolf, only to be cut off by him.
"Impossible! Impossible!!!"
"No—anyone could be the leader of these terrifying people, but not him, not him!"
His face reddened, his expression filled with anger and fear, but more than anything, disbelief.
No, anyone else would be fine, but not Jefferson Hyde, my dearest friend since childhood. He could never, ever stand against me!
"All right, all right. I have no interest in the inner world of a twenty-eight-year-old man."
A cunning smile rested on Koyanskaya's face, making her look like a—fox enchantress?
Her gaze settled on Goredolf.
"However, since this concerns my personal reputation, I should still say this, Mr. Musik."
"As for