Spiritron Transfer Begins, Target Atlantic Ocean

"Part of the Atlantic Ocean in 1573... No, should I say a combination of part of the Atlantic Ocean and altered land?" Lawrence pinched his chin, a bead of cold sweat on his face as he looked over the information displayed on Sheba.

Roman had a black eye, and a wad of tissue plugged into his nostril to stop the bleeding.

"So that means the third Singularity has been located." He relaxed. "What did you want me for again?"

"Ah, I was so focused on beating you up that I nearly forgot the important matter." Leonardo da Vinci smacked a fist into her palm.

"...So beating me up was more important than the important matter?" Roman subtly moved a little farther away from the two of them.

"It's about the Director." Lawrence pulled over a stool and sat down. "The body has already been formed, so now it's the soul..."

"How risky is it?" Roman turned serious at the mention of business, though his battered face made it difficult for him to look particularly serious.

Leonardo da Vinci looked deeply troubled. "To be honest, very risky. And this isn't ordinary experimental material—it's the Director, someone vital to Chaldea. We have to tell you."

"...I see." Roman let out a heavy sigh.

"This is why I don't like being in a leadership position. When everyone's hopes rest on you, this feeling of having to make such difficult choices... it always feels so suffocating."

Roman muttered quietly to himself.

Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci exchanged glances and shrugged.

After thinking for half a minute, Roman gritted his teeth. "Do it."

"If we aren't bold, we won't achieve anything. But Lawrence, Leonardo, remember to reduce the risk—as much as possible." Roman pressed his lips together and looked seriously at the two Casters. "As