Mozart, with his hands behind his back and a contented look, was setting up a magic barrier in the square.
As for who he was asking the question to...
"All I know is that he is a determined man."
Piero's tone was extremely calm, standing beside him with a cane, as if he was supervising the work, but he looked like he didn't care about anything.
"Don't be like this. We are the only two true companions. Didn't you say this? You call yourself his father but you don't understand him. Is this normal?"
Mozart temporarily stopped what he was doing, looked at Piero and said with a smile.
"You don't understand the normal situation that the child is the father of human beings, even the so-called 'great' ones in this species. If you don't believe it, look at Lawrence." Piero walked to a nearby pillar and sat down, "Moreover,
Do you know your son well?"
"Do you know your friend?"
He was obviously referring to Salieri's mad attack on him in the square.
"Of course I understand." Amadeus said calmly, "But where did you go before?"
"If you had been here at that time, maybe you could have achieved your goal directly?"
"Kill Chaldea...something like that."
"We always stay rational, you know." Piero glanced at Amadeus lightly, "I left because of other reasons and missed...this perfect opportunity, hum.
"
His expression was gritted teeth, anger and hatred clearly visible.
"Damn Chaldea..."
Amadeus laughed dumbly.
Does this count as keeping your sanity at all times?
It's really ridiculous.
"But don't worry about not being able to kill them. The hateful Fujimaru Ritsuka, the hateful Lawrence... If they want to solve this singularity, they must get rid of Lorenzo and me!"
"They will definitely come again... At the funeral held for the death of art, they are the only ones who will never be absent."
...
"Hmm... So this is what you think? That's it."
Verrocchio listened to the conversation between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu and nodded thoughtfully.
"I will write a review for my command mistakes after returning to Chaldea, but what needs to be considered now is the next battle plan."
Fujimaru Ritsuka gnawed on a piece of dry bread and said seriously.
As she said that, she glanced at Salieri.
Salieri has woken up, his mourning clothes have faded away, and he has returned to the appearance of a man in gray, with a lonely look on his face.
"What am I..."
He looked at the bright red gloves on his hands and fell into a daze.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
Holding his head, Salieri roared twice, then transformed into a spirit and disappeared from the place.
"This..." Verrocchio touched his chin.
"Mr. Salieri, please calm down first. This is the shortcoming of the Avengers job." Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly expressed his understanding.
The strong hatred that cannot be dissipated even after death. If you see the person you need "revenge", you will fall into madness. This is a characteristic that cannot be erased.
"Senior's idea is that since it is absolutely insurmountable, can we use it in some way?" Mashu's image made a thinking gesture, and then glanced to his side, as if he was thinking.
Look at other people's looks.
"In other words, let's leave it alone and let Salieri attack the...caster wearing the mask?"
Verrocchio did not say Mozart's name. Considering Salieri's current state, he would probably fall into another painful struggle when he heard Mozart's name.
"Actually, this is the only way we can do it." Fujimaru Ritsuka spread his hands.
She even had to use a command spell to force Salieri to act, otherwise Salieri would never leave Florence Square.
"But to be honest, I don't think... they have some fights. According to what I said before, that caster should be in a similar situation to me. Now that he is so strong, there must be some kind of change?
"
Verrocchio frowned slightly.
In the square at that time, he placed a Noble Phantasm on Lawrence and it was of no use. The rest of the time he stood among the screaming and panicked people and observed the battlefield. He was almost the entire battle between Salieri and Mozart.
After reading it, I came to the conclusion that Salieri had no advantage and was suppressed by Mozart almost the whole time.
Mozart didn't even show any other means except the stick in his hand.
"If it weren't for Miss Vespucci and Falgo, we wouldn't even be able to escape." He shook his head with a sharp opinion.
"But even so, we can't give up fighting."
Fujimaru Ritsuka just smiled, swallowed the last bite of dry bread, and lay down on the table.
"This is not the first time I have faced a so-called 'invincible' enemy, but I have never fought alone."
Verrocchio looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka for a long time, and then sighed.
"Yes, with the current situation, the only way left for us is to fight."
He couldn't help but laugh.
"However, I am also more curious about Chaldea. What kind of group of people can save the world?"
There was a look of longing in his eyes.
"If possible, I really want to see it."
Fujimaru Ritsuka pursed her lips.
Inexplicably, I feel like whatever I say now is flge.
She lay on the table and fiddled with her hair.
By the way, at this particular point, Miss Lawrence hasn't combed my hair yet.
Yes, if you look like that and still live in this villa, there will indeed be a lot of inconvenience.
"By the way, Mr. Verrocchio, where is Mr. Romani?" Standing up, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Verrocchio.
"He would usually be on the roof of the building, at this time." Verrocchio was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the top of his head, feeling quite emotional, "After all, he wants to see more of this city."
"Unlike me, who has lived here almost all my life, he is almost unable to come back. He only comes back every year to put a gem in front of his wife's tombstone on the anniversary of his wife's death."
"Well, then I'll go find him first. Mr. Verrocchio, get some rest early. We may have to continue fighting tomorrow."
Nodding, Fujimaru Ritsuka left.
Verrocchio shook his head and walked to the window. The setting sun had disappeared, and Florence under the night sky was still dead, almost the same as during the day.
"I really want this city, and the art in this city, to return to its original state..."