Chapter 1,640 From villain to monster, avenger Creedy
The palace in Florence was completely silent at the moment.
But it was said that it was as quiet as a cicada, and there were not many people in the palace.
The supreme king, the great Lorenzo, is sitting on his throne, with his eyes closed and his expression calm, but the aura around him has formed an almost substantial pressure. If someone stood next to him, he would probably not even be able to breathe.
Can't do it.
The smile on Mozart's face has disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful look. Although he calls Lorenzo his master, the relationship between the two is... somewhat abnormal.
Piero, who disappeared during the execution, did not know when he reappeared in the palace. His eyes were sunk deep into his sockets, making it difficult to see his thoughts. You could only vaguely notice that he seemed to be watching.
Holding his son.
And lying in the middle of the palace——
"Creddy."
Lorenzo opened his eyes.
"You are too weak."
He looked down at the dying Creedy and said this.
Credi raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to look in Lorenzo's direction, but his neck no longer had even the slightest bit of strength.
"I gave you the opportunity to kill Lawrence, more than once, many times, but you failed me every time, which led to... today's result."
"You are not wrong. Maybe...it's me who is wrong."
Lorenzo meant what he said.
He will not be a king who does not know how to reflect.
The execution failed and the prisoner was rescued by the rebels. He did not feel that the fault lay with anyone else.
If I had used the long sword in my hand to chop off the heads of the three members of Webster's Studio at the first opportunity, there would never have been so many messy things later.
Also, that woman...
Lorenzo thought of Simonetta and narrowed his eyes.
Anger, almost uncontrollable anger.
But the anger is not directed at other people, but at myself.
I still have such emotions. I have clearly made up my mind to dedicate all my life to this city...!
With a finger placed between his eyebrows, Lorenzo took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Mozart and Piero both focused their eyes on Lorenzo, speculating on his next move.
"Credy, you are a sinner. Even if art should not exist in my country, its beauty is undeniable." Lorenzo looked at Credy and said coldly, "Your death will not prove it.
Anything can only prove the fact that you are a monster born of jealousy of true beauty."
"The emotions you have towards Lawrence and Leonardo cannot be called hatred at all. At best, they can only be regarded as jealousy. Jealousy of the kind of beauty that cannot be born by one's own hands."
"So you can't be an [avenger]. You don't deserve it."
"Ahh..."
Creedy listened to Lorenzo's words and groaned heartbreakingly, but because his spiritual power had already reached the end of his strength, even his moans were extremely weak, as if he had left them in history.
Like a shadow, smiling, struggling, and ugly.
A heart yearning for art and beauty, after distortion, this is what it looks like.
"So, it's better to make your malice more pure."
Lorenzo stood up.
He raised one of his hands, and the surging magic power appeared from his palm, gradually turning into the shape of a cup, which was grabbed by Lorenzo.
The Holy Grail...the reason for the formation of this singularity is also the source of evil.
Lorenzo took the Holy Grail, walked down the steps of the throne, leaned down, and grabbed Credi's neck with his other hand.
"You really don't deserve to be an avenger, because all you have is jealousy, not hatred, but a twisted longing."
"And now, let me - kill this vision."
Eradicate the longing in Credilingji, and what remains is the purest malice.
Even if Creedy is jealous of Lawrence and Leonardo, under this premise he is still an artist, pursuing what all artists are pursuing.
And those things, at this moment, will no longer exist.
With a smile on Lorenzo's face, he felt the magic power being extracted from the Holy Grail bit by bit, and Credy's eyes gradually became confused, but his aura became stronger and stronger.
The beast that became powerful due to jealousy lost its longing due to jealousy, and what it admired was naturally not the original thing.
Framing Leonardo da Vinci, stabbing Lawrence, and being madly jealous of talented artists. This is why Creedy ascended to the throne of Valor as an anti-hero. However, because there is no real hatred and hatred, in the final analysis, he can only appear as a berserker.
.
This does not mean that avenger is necessarily powerful, but avenger should be a more suitable job for Creedy.
If he is separated from what he is jealous of and what he is pursuing, all the emotions of longing and jealousy will no longer exist, and what is left is undoubtedly evil. Evil needs a way to vent, and evil needs a direction to release.
Therefore, the result is now.
It is distortion on top of distortion.
Lorenzo let go of his hand, turned around, and Credi, who was standing on the ground again, had regained his life.
"Master."
The young servant knelt down on one knee in front of his Master.
"Servant, [avenger] Creedy, I would like to say hello to you again."
The madness in Creedy's eyes had disappeared.
He was no longer jealous of Lawrence and Leonardo.
What he hates and denies is his original vision, which is what he pursues as an artist - beauty.
Lorenzo, who sat on the throne again, did not speak, but just spread a hand.
"I understand, I will do what I couldn't do before."
Creedy lowered his head.
Then, he glanced at Mozart who was standing quietly aside, turned around, and left the palace.
Bang bang——
Clear applause came from a corner of the palace.
"Lorenzo, what a terrible means."
It's Piero.
There was a sinister smile on his face, which made the already scary-looking face even more creepy.
"Let the twisted villain turn into a real monster. Can you really hold this sword?"
It was Mozart who spoke this time. His tone was rare and serious, and he spoke to Lorenzo in an almost questioning tone.
"He is not worthy to be my sword."
Lorenzo's tone was still full of doubt.
"What we have to do now is to completely annihilate the Chaldeans. I was careless before. I admit my mistake, but - there won't be another time."
He looked at the gem on his long sword and gently twisted the sword with his thumb.
"This is not just a denial of beauty."
"If my kingdom is to be complete—"
"No matter how bright things are, I will snuff them out."