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Capone is a little nervous. He does not know what Lappland plans to do.

Based on his past experiences, he assumes that he might fall to a single swing of her sword, or he might suffer some ridicule or anger from the woman in front of him.

But today, she simply strides forward with brisk steps, heading in the direction of the new city, step by step.

He starts to envy Gambino, who left one step sooner.

Where are you going?

I'll see you off.

I'm not following you anymore.

Lappland, Gambino and me decided we got nothin' to do with you no more.

You keep goin' your own way. I got other places to be.

...Okay.

I didn't say anything, did I?

Capone grips the knife hidden in his sleeves.

I just came to give you my blessing—

You're running away too. I guess I could say you're rebelling. Rebelling against me.

Even if you decide to keep getting pushed around in the streets of Siracusa, well, that's not so bad, is it?

So put the knife away. I just came to say goodbye.

He continues to clutch the blade in his hand.

Still don't get it, little buddy? I'm not here to laugh at what you're doing, and I'm not angry at all.

You're just following your path.

Arrivederci.

Capone remains silent for a long time.

Finally, he turns and leaves.

Lappland turns once more, walking in the opposite direction of Volsinii—toward the wildness.

A black mist condenses behind her.