"Lorenzo!"
Arthur was calling him, but his vision was sowhat blurry, and Lorenzo couldn't see him clearly.
"I'm fine..."
He replied, his steps stumbling.
"I just... need to calm down a bit..."
His mind was afflicted with almost tearing pain, as various fragnted mories continuously flashed before his eyes.
The pitch-black armor was shedding piece by piece, clattering onto the ground.
...
Lorenzo could scarcely recall how he erged from that shadowy underground. He stood beneath a dim and gloomy sky, with Old Dunling's towering buildings resembling spears piercing the sky, like ancient forest trees that overshadow all light.
Cold air surged into his nostrils, making him feel much more lucid, yet the persistent, throbbing pain in his mind continued to tornt him.
Arthur was handling the aftermath of the Perpetual Motion Pump incident, a matter even more serious than the appearance of Dean Lawrence. The pump had been severely damaged for the first ti since its creation, alerting everyone.
"So that damned project is going to be delayed?"
Feeling slightly better, he looked at rlin beside him. It was rlin who had taken him away from the Perpetual Motion Pump, and at this mont, rlin's complexion looked quite bad, with calm concealing rage.
"It seems so. We need to reinforce security asures and repairs... You can enjoy a short vacation temporarily, Mr. Hols."
rlin said.
"Of course, we also need to thank you for stepping in. Without you, we might have paid a greater price."
Lorenzo didn't heed rlin's gratitude; his eyes were a bit hollow.
"Is that so... rlin, do you know about the 'Gap'?"
Hearing Lorenzo's words, rlin frowned slightly.
"Why are you asking about this?"
"I need information about it."
Lorenzo panted slightly, and seeing his condition, rlin didn't ask further, just replied lightly.
"It's a good start, Mr. Hols."
"What?"
"I an you've learned to seek help from others; it's a positive sign."
rlin gazed up at the somber sky, almost as though talking to himself.
"Humans are social creatures; alone, one is always weak."
"It's really strange to hear such words from you."
Lorenzo glanced at rlin askew, this peculiar Alchemist, whose seemingly soulless eyes suggested that anything spoken by him would beco cloaked in mystery.
"The initiation of the project will be inford separately. Of course, if you have any new findings concerning demons, please let us know."
Now they were true allies, facing the enigmatic Dean Lawrence, they had no choice but to unite.
"Is that so..."
Lorenzo coughed hard several tis, his condition looking quite poor.
"Are you injured?"
Looking at Lorenzo's state, rlin asked with so concern.
This Demon Hunter, after killing a demon, uncharacteristically didn't linger and insisted on leaving, as if he feared sothing.
"How could I not be injured, but as a Demon Hunter, unless it's a fatal wound, I can endure."
Whether in self-mockery or confidence, he said.
Despite maintaining human form, Lorenzo was well aware that in so regard, he was no longer human, after all, ordinary humans couldn't manage such feats.
rlin, seeing this, said nothing further; he respected Lorenzo's wishes.
"Then farewell, Mr. Hols."
He waved at Lorenzo, and a train ca from the end of the industrial zone, it would take Lorenzo away from this ard fortress.
The Demon Hunter's steps were sowhat slow, watching Lorenzo depart, rlin sighed deeply, whispering.
"Gap..."
But suddenly there was a voice behind him, the gate slowly opened, and a wobbly figure ca trailing intense emotion.
rlin first experienced surprise, followed quickly by anger.
"Owes, what are you doing!"
No one could have imagined that the sickly thin boy before them was the mysterious Lancelot; he was always the ace of the Purification chanism, flawlessly wielding the Armor of Original Sin, hence his identity was very secretive, known only to a few.
But now he ran out openly.
"rlin, I am ready; I am ready!"
Owes leaned on a cane, his face drenched with sweat from pain, yet he couldn't hide his excitent.
"I can continue to wield the Armor of Original Sin!"
rlin first supported Owes, saying angrily.
"You've nearly reached the third phase already! How many tis must I tell you!"
"No, rlin, my erosion has receded, I can pilot the Armor of Original Sin again."
Owes' eyes glimred, seemingly trying to convince rlin.
"You can recheck ; believe , I can do it!"
Toward the end, his words carried a pleading tone; to Owes, this was everything to him, truly his own everything.
Looking at this sowhat crazy child, rlin was montarily stunned.
"Calm down, Owes... you need to rest."
"I can do it, rlin; I can continue to drive the armor!"
He repeated his words, his eyes bearing a hint of madness.
"You're still young, Owes; doing this will only destroy yourself."
He couldn't help but say, but Owes remained with that expression, he didn't care at all.
The gate opened again, and dical staff rushed out; it seed Owes had escaped their grasp by so ans.
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