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's appreciation of art is insufficient, she can still see that this is a very good 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 drawing?"
She walked to Lawrence's side.
"Ah, it's Florence..."
She just stood next to Lawrence, looking at Lawrence's transformation seriously, with a slightly 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 figure it out!? How amazing!
No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary city painting. How did she feel so 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...or old age, probably when I was about to die, at that time I could no longer draw even a decent painting. I sealed my skills in
I was in my brightest years, and after Harley passed away, Lawrence actually passed away."
"It would be better to say that 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 that you should pursue and protect in your life... 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 paintbrush 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?"
Madam Dorrigina 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 of the tight space now, she temporarily lived with her mother, Lady Dorigina. As for her father, Baron Amedeo, he went to live with Verrocchio and the two young men.
But the two young men looked like they hadn't slept in 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. Dorrigina 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?"
Mrs. Dorrigina had a smile on her face and 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..." Dorigina couldn't help laughing, and hugged Harry, "You obviously wanted to escape from being with that young man from the Medici family.
He ran away from home just after getting married, but he met another young man who was so outstanding."
"Such a story is beautiful, very plain, and 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 very 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 by the time 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 doesn't think she will really marry Lawrence. She can't imagine what her life will 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.