Lorenzo put his hands on his knees and looked quietly at the drawing board in front of him, looking at the painting in front of him.
The brushes and paints were lying quietly next to him, and Simonetta stood behind him, quietly not disturbing Lawrence.
He sighed.
"After all, it's been too long since I've written anything."
"Perhaps Chaldea should try to pick it up once in a while during her spare time."
Rubbing his wrist, Lawrence shook his head slightly.
Simonetta didn't dare to speak, but she was a little confused.
Does she think this painting is quite good?
The entire Florence under the sunset appears on the page, stable and calm, just like a real street scene.
Even if Simonetta didn't have much appreciation for art, she could tell that this was a pretty good piece of work.
"Mr. Romani?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka opened the door on the roof, looked outside, and saw Lawrence sitting quietly in front of the painting.
"You are indeed here, but are you actually painting?"
She walked to Lawrence's side.
"Ah, it's Florence."
She just stood next to Lawrence, looking at Lawrence's transformation seriously, with a little thoughtful look in her eyes.
"I always feel that this painting is particularly lonely."
After careful observation, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave this evaluation.
Simonetta's eyes widened.
She, how did she see it! ? so amazing!
No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary city painting. How did she feel lonely?
It must be just blind, right?
Simonetta looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with some uncertainty.
"Maybe it's because I'm unfamiliar?" Lawrence looked at his hands, tilted his head and thought, "No, maybe it's just because his mentality has changed."
it is true! ?
Simonetta opened her mouth.
"When I was old, I guess it was old age, it was probably when I was about to die. At that time, I could no longer draw even a decent painting. I sealed my skills in my brightest painting. Age, after Harley passed away, Lawrence actually passed away.”
"Rather, what I lament is not that my paintings have become what they are now, but that I can still continue to paint."
Raising his hand to block the moon, Lawrence raised his head with a little light in his eyes.
"Since you can continue to paint, isn't that a good thing? This at least means that you have found something in your life that you should pursue and protect. Maybe?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head and smiled, walked in front of Lawrence and the painting, and looked up at the moon.
Lawrence moved the easel slightly sideways.
"Have you thought about your strategy for tomorrow?"
Lawrence asked.
"Let's wait until we wake up tomorrow to think about that kind of thing." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around, said something that was extremely inconsistent with his status as a savior, and looked at Lawrence with a smile, "Lawrence, can you How about painting me a picture?”
"Opportunities like this don't come along very often."
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly.
"Of course, Master."
He picked up the brush again.
The deserted Florence under the sunset was put aside, and the girl under the starry sky was a new painting.
And in the stairwell, a figure appeared.
She didn't make any sound, her eyes trembled slightly as she looked at Romani who was sitting there painting.
After a long time, she came back to her senses and walked downstairs without being noticed by anyone.
"Huh? Harley, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Dorigina looked at Harry who walked into the room with a slightly off-looking expression and blinked.
"You look a little strange."
"I'm fine, mother."
Harley sat on the edge of the bed and leaned on the bedside table.
Because space is now tight, she temporarily lives with her mother, Lady Dorigina. As for his father, Baron Amedeo, he went to squeeze in with Verrocchio and the two young men.
But the two young men looked like they hadn't slept for the past two days.
Harley grabbed a soft pillow and held it in her arms. Her face was red as if she was drunk, but her eyes were full of complexity.
what she just heard
That Mr. Romani who seems very difficult to get along with
It turns out that it was not Lawrence's father, let alone anyone else, but Lawrence who was summoned as a being called a "Servant" after his death?
No wonder, no wonder his and Lawrence's facial features are so similar.
But what he just said
Harley gripped the pillow in her hand tightly, her fingers turning slightly white from the exertion.
"Child, you have something on your mind."
Mrs. Dorigina stood up from the other side of the bed, walked to Harry's side, and sat down again.
".Um."
Harley shook her head and rested her head on her mother's shoulder.
"Let me guess, is it related to Lawrence?"
With a little smile on her face, Mrs. Dorigina pinched her daughter's face.
".Um."
Harley didn't deny it.
"Why would mother know?"
"You brought people home, and you asked me why I knew about it." Dorigina couldn't help laughing and hugged Harry, "You obviously ran away from home to avoid getting married to that young man from the Medici family. But I met another young man who was so outstanding."
"Such a story is beautiful, very ordinary, even ordinary, but since it happened to you, I'm not surprised, child."
Mother and daughter leaned on each other and swayed gently.
Harley's eyes were still complicated.
Florence entered an abnormal situation. She didn't know what kind of mentality she had, so she hid Lawrence in her home to avoid the pursuit of the prohibition soldiers.
All she knew was that when she came to her senses, Lawrence had been brought back by her. For this reason, she even made a promise to her father that she would never run away from home again.
Do you like Lawrence?
Maybe, but Halle didn't think she would really marry Lawrence. She couldn't imagine what her life would be like after getting married.
Knowing that she had just gone upstairs to call a few people to come down for some tea, she heard something that she probably didn't want to hear.
Really
"What are you worried about?"
Patting Harry's shoulder gently, Mrs. Dorigina asked.
"It's not really distressing, I just feel how wonderful this world is."
Harry couldn't tell what he was worried about. He could only look at the ceiling of the room and sighed like this.
What happened to Lawrence?
She didn't know and didn't want to know.
but lawrence
Closing her eyes, she hugged her mother.
"Go to sleep first, I'm sleepy."
If you can't think clearly, just hide in your mother's arms for a while.
