When Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Goredolf's concerned face.
He let out a weary sigh and closed his eyes again.
Goredolf:?
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?! Who do you think gave you your position as management advisor?!"
"I was worried about you, you know! Apologize to this warm-hearted young man!"
"Alright, alright. No matter what, he's still a patient right now. Besides, he was probably just trying to joke with you. Look, he's smiling now."
Amid the humorous atmosphere, Leonardo da Vinci felt a sense of relief and couldn't help smiling. She patted Goredolf on the shoulder.
Goredolf froze and looked at Holmes, only to find that he really was smiling at him.
"...Honestly! You can still smile at a time like this?! Be more serious!"
Feeling somewhat annoyed, he shot Leonardo da Vinci a glare.
"Hey! What does that have to do with me?!"
Leonardo da Vinci widened her eyes.
The atmosphere in the infirmary fell into a brief silence.
Then, all three of them laughed together.
"Looks like we survived, everyone."
"You made the right choice. As expected of Uomo Universale."
Lying in the hospital bed, Holmes finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hehe, actually, it was Uomo Universale times two!"
"Sigh, I really didn't want to hand over Paper Moon."
Goredolf, who had been laughing just moments ago, immediately pulled a long face.
"But given the situation back then, if I hadn't handed over Paper Moon—or if I'd just given that guy something random—we would've died, right?"
"We definitely would've died, right?"
"That guy had the air of someone ready to kill everyone on our ship. So I had no choice but to hand it over."
It was unclear whether he was speaking to Leonardo da Vinci and Holmes or