"Norla, you're awake!"
Lawrence da Vinci's eyes lit up, and she hurried over to Norla's side.
"Huh? Wait, you're... no, that's not right?"
Norla looked somewhat bewildered as he stared at Lawrence da Vinci strangely.
This person felt familiar to him. But not entirely familiar.
Whether by appearance or by perception, he could sense Lawrence's presence, but...
Why wasn't it pure?
And her age felt...
"Well, my situation is actually a little complicated. In short, I'm Lawrence, but also not Lawrence. Just think of me as Lawrence."
"Ah, but when you call me, call me Lawrence da Vinci. If one half of me keeps receiving special treatment for too long, I'm a little scared I might develop something like a split personality, you know?"
Lawrence da Vinci blinked.
In that regard, she was more or less troubled by it herself...
Although those two had taken certain measures to prevent the two sets of memories from causing something like a split personality when they were implanted, it still felt strange.
Even now, she had not truly adapted to this identity.
She was neither [Lawrence Anno Falgao] nor [Leonardo da Vinci], but the composite of the two: [Lawrence da Vinci].
There was no particularly good solution to that. After all, she was roughly an emergency measure. [Gran Cavallo] meant Unfinished Horse; despite being refined by Lawrence, the goldsmith, she was still incomplete.
"Oh, oh..."
Norla nodded as though he understood, though he did not quite.
He did not really understand it, but in any case, she was Lawrence, right?
"Um, Lawrence, what exactly is happening to me right now?"
Feeling somewhat unwell, he struggled into a sitting position on the hospital bed and looked at his hands.
Weakness. Pain.
In short, his entire body felt wrong, as if even breathing made his