"Reborn Demon God Dantalin, is this what you mean?"
In a corner of the palace, a tall old man looked at Mozart Dantalin who was standing there, laughing crazily.
No, the current Mozart, even if he becomes the devil, can't be called Dantalin.
Buttalin was not a special envoy. When it was in the Temple of Time, it had completely stopped functioning, leaving its remaining magic power behind, allowing the demon god possessing Piero to bring it to this singularity.
Mozart is undoubtedly a member of the devil's lineage. Even if he has never learned magic because he is obsessed with music, he still has the qualifications.
Whether it's the qualifications to be a Dantalian - like Leif Lenore, or, like now -
A chance to become a new demon!
"Salieri, I'm a musician."
Click——
The silver-white mask that Mozart wore on his face, which had been dyed black, cracked under the background of his weird-looking smile.
Eyes like abyss emerged from behind the mask, staring at Salieri.
".Gottlieb?"
Salieri did not look at Mozart. His eyes were focused on the silver sword that was still stabbed in Mozart's chest.
"You're a musician too."
This sentence finally caught Salieri's attention. The two great musicians who were close friends during his lifetime were now standing opposite each other in such weird postures.
avenger, Antonio Salieri who has transformed into a vengeful gray beast.
Mozart Dantalin, who inherited the legacy of the Demon God Dantalin, has become the new Demon God.
When they were alive, they were really just musicians.
so.
"Perhaps, this is the battlefield between Chaldea and Lorenzo, but at this moment, how about letting the two of us occupy it for a little bit?"
"This is a war of art."
"I don't agree with Lorenzo's philosophy, but I am his follower, so this is my path to victory."
"Come on - Salieri!"
Mozart smiled ferociously and opened his arms.
--boom! ! !
"careful!"
Like the previous times, Lawrence once again released several gemstone mirrors as shields to block his own people.
She felt that she had done this many times at this singularity. In the past, when Matthew was here, Lawrence had no need to consider such things. Now Matthew has no way to use Galahad's power. The burden of protection fell entirely on Lawrence's shoulders, and Lawrence even occasionally made guest appearances as job agencies like saber to compete head-on with things like berserker.
To be honest, Lawrence misses Matthew very much now.
The powerful magic power washed away the people standing behind the magic mirror and involuntarily stepped back. Even Giuliano was almost pushed straight away, but he stopped anyway.
Around Mozart, several pillars that were very familiar to Chaldea had rushed out, but in terms of scale, they were smaller.
"Matthew, what's going on now?"
Wiping away the cold sweat hanging on his forehead, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Mashu in the communication.
"Mr. Mozart seems to be suppressing his magic power now? But why...?"
Mashu observed the magical reactions of Mozart and Salieri in Sheba, feeling something strange.
"It's simple, and Mozart said it."
Lawrence knelt on the ground. Her attention was no longer on Mozart, but on Lorenzo who was standing above the palace.
"He was a musician, Salieri was a musician."
"It's going to be a battle of music, it's going to be a battle of art."
"Salieri has woken up. Although I don't know how that guy Mozart did it, the next step is for the two of them to fight with dignity. I will provide my full support. Teacher, please ask me."
This is reasonable.
There is no doubt that Mozart has now become the new devil, while Salieri is still an ordinary servant. Lawrence and Verrocchio must provide support for Salieri.
But this battle is more than just that.
"Lorenzo, art is immortal."
Lawrence kept his eyes on Lorenzo.
"Beauty, no matter what form it is, is the eternal pursuit of mankind."
"Your so-called eternal kingdom, since it denies human nature, is destined not to be eternal."
"Now, right under your feet, your servant, a great artist, is about to use his dignity to prove this matter."
——Buzz! ! !
In front of Mozart, a piano appeared.
That is the terrifying and weird piano carried by the black angel.
Opposite him, in front of the beast-like Salieri, a piano also appeared.
The same thing is carried by a black angel, terrifying and weird.
"Haha, Gottlieb, even if you become what you are now, you are still the same - Mozart."
Salieri laughed out loud, his monster-like mouth split open, but he still sat down in front of the piano with dignity.
The two musicians struck the black and white keys together.
Passionate, angry, roaring.
Fujimaru Ritsuka could only hear such emotions.
She couldn't tell what music Mozart and Salieri were playing, but she could tell that their music was full of such emotions.
What are you sad about?
Are you lamenting your fate? Sighing that he is obviously not the murderer, but he has been manipulated by public opinion and reduced to this?
Or are you lamenting the deplorability of this singularity? Lamenting that a part of human intelligence was brutally killed and publicly executed on the gallows?
Or is it more intense, more ferocious, just simply laughing at the unpredictable fate of each other sitting across from each other?
Maybe - a little bit of both.
Art is inherently complex, mixed with various emotions and various determinations. The artist transforms himself into art, integrates it into his own works, and stays with his works for a long time. of preservation.
An artist is a work of art in itself.
Verrocchio, Lawrence.
Salieri is like this, Mozart is like this.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha----"
Mozart was playing and laughing wildly. The Demon God Pillar beside him was beating regularly and rhythmically, releasing the surging magic power belonging to the Demon God.
The mask on his face had completely shattered, revealing that intoxicated and crazy look.
"Come on, Salieri!"
"Come and take revenge on me!"
"This is you and me—"
“Best ending here!!!”
