Lorenzo is not dead.
He is the great Lorenzo, so naturally he will not die so easily - although it is quite incredible that he is still alive after his internal organs have been smashed.
Ah, maybe, it’s not so unbelievable.
Because, Lawrence treated Lorenzo.
Facing Lawrence who came to him and wanted to heal him, Lorenzo raised the sword in his hand and directly chopped the pseudo-spiritual core in Lawrence's chest.
"Is this your revenge?"
Lawrence didn't care more. She just gracefully handed the gem potion in her hand to Lorenzo like a perfect lady.
The destruction of the pseudo-spiritual core is not a problem at all. There is no other reason why Lawrence approached Lorenzo at this time.
She could no longer see the fighting spirit in Lorenzo.
Lorenzo glanced up at Lawrence and the gem potion in Lawrence's hand.
Then he turned his head and glanced at the painting "Lorenzo the Tyrant Stabbed to Death" by Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, and suddenly smiled.
"Take out the sword from my back."
He said to Lawrence calmly, as if he was still a strong king.
However, Lawrence curled his lips and did not hesitate. He walked around behind Lorenzo, grasped the hilt of the long sword, and with a sudden force, he pulled out the sword that Giuliano had thrust in before.
"It seems like you're not too surprised."
Leonardo da Vinci stood beside Giuliano with a smile, watching Lawrence pull out the sword, and glanced at Giuliano.
"Um."
Giuliano just nodded and said nothing more.
"Well, Mr. Lorenzo de' Medici, do you have anything to give us now?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over and looked at Lorenzo who was sitting there.
Lorenzo was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed.
"I'm a loser."
"It is natural for the victor to ask for spoils."
"Master of Chaldea, this should be what you are looking for."
Lorenzo put his hand on his chest, and a golden light gradually emerged. The Holy Grail was held in Lorenzo's hand.
"This is what you are looking for, what makes this singularity a singularity. The Holy Grail?"
Giuliano asked Leonardo.
Verrocchio, who was standing behind, was still numb. He didn't even dare to talk to Da Vinci now because he was afraid that he would vomit.
To be honest, it wasn't that he couldn't understand what Lawrence had become like Harley. He saw Lawrence's love for Harley, and it was definitely not surprising to him that the two people's mutual admiration caused Lawrence to have some distortions.
but--
Damn Leonardo, what's going on with you?
He stood back, hesitating wildly.
Should he go up and punch that bastard Leonardo or kick that bastard Leonardo.
Or give him a good beating after being kicked down, to vent his broken mood to some extent.
Anyway, I beat this brat a lot before.
"What are you going to do next?"
Lawrence glanced at his living self and the shocked living Leonardo da Vinci, and asked Lorenzo.
She still used "you" to describe Lorenzo.
"Lawrence, I want to ask what kind of person I should be."
Lorenzo didn't answer the question and instead asked Lawrence a question.
His eyes were always focused on that painting.
Although this painting depicts the excitement of the crowd and his death, it still makes him intoxicated by it.
What a nice painting.
".Do you really want to know?"
Lawrence glanced at Lorenzo with some surprise.
In her memory, her monarch had never been a person who cared about other people's evaluations.
"Say it."
Lorenzo nodded calmly.
".You made Florence prosperous, united the people, and honored the nobility."
"You doted on outstanding talents in the art world and treated scholars with great courtesy."
"You loved architecture, music, poetry, and you even established an academy in Pisa in order to give young people in Florence the opportunity to study literature."
"Your superb character, shrewdness in doing things, and luck in life have made him admired not only by the monarchs and nobles of Italy, but also by people from far away."
"Your conversation is quick and fluent, his decisions are wise, and his actions are quick and decisive."
Lawrence looked at Leonardo da Vinci, his teacher Verrocchio, Giuliano, and Simonetta, and spoke in an orderly manner.
"Except for some excessive generosity in your behavior, there is no fault to be found. You find that you will get more happiness in the company of funny and playful people than in your position. People in Florence can also often see When you and your children play together, they are like children playing together."
"Your demeanor when you are heavy-hearted is completely different from how you are when you are elated, yet the two demeanors are integrated into one."
"After your death, your people mourned you deeply, and no one after you had a reputation as great as yours."
"In Florence, or rather in Italy, you never died even after thousands of years."
Lawrence finished this sentence and looked at Lorenzo.
Then he added a sentence.
"This is not my assessment, but that of a man named Machiavelli."
“But it’s widely accepted.”
".Yeah."
Lorenzo drank the gem potion that Lawrence handed him and stood up.
"Giuliano, come here."
As a king, he looked at his brother with majestic eyes and said.
"What do you want to say?"
Giuliano did come over and looked at his "highly respected" brother coldly.
"I will leave, but you have to keep this painting."
"That's it?"
"That's all."
".Well, you committed a crime in Florence, and I can arrest you now, Lorenzo."
"I will resist arrest."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lorenzo looked into the distance, the sunset was about to set.
He inserted the long sword into the scabbard on his waist and walked past the painting and the Holy Grail.
"I am not the 'Lorenzo the Great' and I am no longer suitable for Fiorentina."
"I will not give up my ideals, but the city of Florence will not allow such an idea to exist."
"What I saw was a human flaw that cannot be ignored."
"Can I find the answer to this question in my life?"
Lorenzo looked at the sky without the sun, wondering what he was sighing for.
"Maybe it exists."
"But the answer to this question is definitely not in Florence."
Giuliano, standing behind him, said firmly.
(End of chapter)
