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The job didn't go well.

But that tells us he's not about to get won over by the other famiglie either, Signor Leontuzzo. We're not in such bad shape.

Call Demetri over.

Want an apple?

He's a stubborn paper pusher. If he's not ready to get with the times, we'll just have to go with the tried-and-true methods.

Want me to come along?

...I guess.

Sounds like you want an excuse to get a little workout, huh?

Demetri, standing next to him, raises his eyebrows.

Oh? I was almost expecting you to say something about 'principles.'

...I've had some things on my mind, that's all.

Like what?

He felt like he deserved more from us.

Still, I want to find the path of least resistance.

Let's go.

We're here.

Alright, lemme handle this.

Okay, he's on board. He'll see you tomorrow.

You didn't have to do anything?

The guy was sobbing and cradling his little pet. Besides, I would've felt bad taking a shower in somebody else's house.

Must've been a real shock for him to find out halfway through his meal that all his guards had been replaced, top to bottom. I doubt anyone would care if the guy sitting across the table had blood on him, at that point.

What a damned shame though. He took pretty good care of that pet.

Since he's working with us now, we'll have to find him another one.

He's gonna love it.

Where's the old man?

The Don went to the theater.

Leontuzzo plops himself down onto the sofa, and the other mafiosi step back respectfully.

Conflicts, games, and fangs...

Grey Hall, Siracusa, and the Bellones...

Padre.

He opens his eyes and looks at a short sword hanging on the wall. It's a gift his father gave him many years ago. It represents the acknowledgment and expectations conferred upon Leontuzzo, both as a father and as don of the famiglia.

He reaches out to retrieve the short sword, before pushing open the doors of the study.

Bernardo's study is spacious and bright, the chair in the middle of the room is missing its owner.

Padre.

Ever since I was little, I've always thought about what Famiglia Bellone should be.

When I saw 'il Signore dei Lupi,' I didn't want to accept that it was a higher existence than me or my famiglia.

Could it be that everything I've known, everything I've done, it's all been nothing more than the games of higher beings?

Is that what you had in mind when you gave me this sword as a favor from the don?

Even if you were sitting right here in front of me right now, I don't think you'd answer that question.

You might see me as a disobedient son, or an unqualified successor.

But I've never tried to deny who I am.

If you were wrong, then I will prove it to you. If I was wrong, I'll rethink everything I have to do.

But what was never an option, is hiding at home while other people fight for their lives.

What time does the performance start?

It began half an hour ago, Signor.

Hm, I can still make it in time.

He looks at the audience members running from the theater.

As someone who doesn't want to give up just yet.

Hah, I can't believe I'm doing this.

But, if I still don't find her here, that would mean she's avoiding me on purpose.

Lavinia, you better not get too far ahead of yourself just because you're eager to prove your ideals, just because you want to change the country.

None of that is worth your life.

She's not in her usual strolling spots.

But there's nothing strange about that. There's no way she'd be in the mood for a stroll right now.

Then, what am I doing looking for her here?

Am I going to tell her to stop? Explain my ideas to her? Offer some worthless condolences?

Maybe it doesn't even have anything to do with her. As the heir who's fallen out with his don, as a man who can't see through all the chaos, what should I be doing?

She's not at her favorite theater either.

The last time I watched a show here, my father hadn't started any of this stuff yet.

Joining hands with the Saluzzos to murder Donna Rossati... We've been doing things the old Siracusan way lately.

Our famiglia is still antiquated, at its heart.

Move, that's Don Bellone's son.

Don't stare. I think he just got out of the funeral...

Several residents bow their heads and quickly shuffle away.

Wait, hold on...

Eek! S-Sorry, we didn't see anything!

We'll be on our way!

Relax.

Famiglia Bellone is gone. I'm just a guy now.

Ah, umm... Sure. Sorry, b-but we'd better get going...

We didn't see anything at all, promise!

Leontuzzo opens his mouth, but can't get out the words he wanted to say.

He comes to a realization.

I don't think my father's vision will come to pass.

Because even when the commoners are freed from the famiglie, they've never known anything else. They don't know how to move on.

Siracusa will end up the same as she ever was.

And so, I have to make them realize, and then accept, my vision—a city without famiglie.

Otherwise, Nuova Volsinii ends up under my thumb, as the new don of Famiglia Bellone. It'd be just another extension of the famiglia's power.

They don't understand the magnitude of the changes we're trying to make.

Anyway... goodbye now...

The park has fallen still and silent, only a few residents are enjoying their leisure time in the distance. As they come and go, Leontuzzo sees a figure he recognizes.

He subconsciously loses his breath for a moment. He still remembers their conversation in Grey Hall.

Signora Sicilia?

He sits up straight, but the figure has already disappeared.

Had Signora Sicilia really come, he knows that even if he were to meet with her, she would offer him nothing more than 'condolences.'

But he knows what everyone is striving towards, and he knows what he should do.

A trial.

A trial for him, a trial for all to see.

You're back.

Lavinia, I've been thinking, there's no way for us to realize our dream with just the few of us going about our business.

We need to do something to show the people who lived through all this that we will build a new city, and a new Siracusa.

We can't let our dream be so detached from the common people, we can't leave it a faraway hope.

That's the only way we'll see our ideals come to life.

Excuse me! Can I get these flowers?

And another pair of scissors so I can trim the stems myself?

Here.

Do you only want the ones up here?

Yes, one of my outfits just got patched up, but there's still a spot with stitches to cover. So, these flowers will do the trick.

Want to take a look at this bunch instead? I think the color matches better.

After hearing Sora's request, the shopkeeper skillfully opens up his toolbox and begins repairs.