In order to become a heroic spirit, I had to make trouble in history Chapter 1,649 My name has been passed down through the ages, and only I remember her name.
Chapter 1,649 My name has been passed down through the ages, and only I remember her name.
Zheng——
The long sword swung down, and the king of Florence once again chopped off the head of a so-called "destined man".
Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, Lorenzo shook his sword violently, blood flew away, and the sword returned to its sheath.
"It's... almost time."
He turned around and left here.
"Let my country become... without any noise -"
"The perfect country."
Lorenzo no longer cares about Creedy.
After all, it was just an unintentional move. That man's strength was not worthy of any expectations.
Lawrence, Verrocchio, Simonetta who wanted to sneak attack him, and... that rebellious brother.
Everything, in the final analysis, is just an inconsequential obstacle.
"I will become the king who will protect this country forever."
...
"Today, in the evening at the latest, we will go to the Royal Palace of Florence."
"This time there is no need to think about other things, just fighting is enough."
"but......"
In the Ovis Villa, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at his three cavalry servants, and...
Giuliano and Simonetta standing nearby.
"Mr. Giuliano, do you really want to go too?"
"I must go."
Giuliano's answer was decisive.
"Lorenzo and I originally agreed that whoever is better will become the king of Florence, and the other person will kill the other when the king becomes stupid and violent." Giuliano looked at it seriously.
Fujimaru Ritsuka said, "And if you don't become stupid, you will assist the king for the rest of your life."
"Lorenzo...he has become crazy now, I must..." He clenched his fists, suppressing his hysterical anger and grief.
"So you and your brother have made such an agreement?" Simonetta glanced at Giuliano in surprise.
"And Piero, as the real source of chaos... he must die." Giuliano thought of his father and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Be careful with Piero, there is definitely something wrong with him.
, if necessary, Master of Chaldea, you should even give priority to killing Piero before killing Lorenzo."
"All the changes in Lorenzo happened after something went wrong with Piero. He is definitely the root cause...that is, the mastermind behind the scenes."
"That, Piero, who is it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head.
"An old man is the father of Lorenzo and I. When you meet him, I will remind you not to underestimate him." Giuliano nodded slightly.
Looking at Giuliano, who was so sane that he was a little crazy and a little scary, and wanted to save the city even if he killed his father and brother, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not refuse and nodded.
"I see."
"Well, everyone, let's fix it up a little bit."
Fujimaru Ritsuka patted the table.
"The Holy Grail is in that place, and we don't have to tie our hands any longer."
"When the situation is almost adjusted, we will set off!"
...
Verrocchio chose to take a nap, Salieri's spirit son disappeared to rest, and Simonetta went to find Giuliano, as if they wanted to talk about something else.
Lawrence still moved a small stool and sat on the roof of the villa, feeling the slightly turbid cold wind in Florence, taking a deep breath, exhaling, and looking far into the distance.
This is the best relaxation for him.
He was originally a servant with a strong recovery ability. The injuries he suffered in the battle with Creedy had long been healed by himself, and the consumed magic power was restored after Fujimaru Ritsuka patted his shoulder.
.
As for mental state...
After killing Creedy, Lawrence became more confused.
Even if you don't hesitate to use a pure villain like Creedy, Lorenzo, what is it that you are pursuing?
Do you just want to silence everyone?
Could it be that just by keeping your mouth shut, you can prevent people from noticing your atrocities?
There's no way you can't understand something as simple as this.
and......
"Mr. Romani?"
A familiar call came from behind Lawrence, making Lawrence, who was looking at Florence and thinking, slightly startled.
I turned my head and saw that familiar and elegant figure.
"...Miss Harley."
He opened his mouth, and finally chose to stand up and bow slightly.
Ah...Now that things have happened, can I greet Harley so politely?
Harley hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly in front of Lawrence, almost two meters away, raised her head slightly, and looked at Lawrence with her eyes that looked like wine-red gems.
Lawrence felt his eyelids twitch.
"Perhaps I should call you Mr. Lawrence."
As expected, Harley called out Lawrence's name in Lawrence's somewhat painful and evasive eyes.
Lawrence's lips quivered slightly.
"......Um."
This was the only response he could give.
Wow——
The gems dissipated and appeared——
Harley's eyes narrowed slightly.
Because the person standing opposite her...
It's myself.
She is wearing a gorgeous goose-yellow dress, beautiful and dignified.
She was completely stunned, so shocked that she subconsciously took a step back.
"That day, I was rescued by Lawrence..."
Lawrence shook his lips and also took a step back.
"I'm sorry, Harley, I know, this is your appearance, but it is also her appearance."
"I know that you are not her, and I am not the 'Lawrence' in your impression."
This is not stubbornness, it's just that Lawrence has no intention of getting involved in Harley's life anymore.
"Why are you......"
Harley thought she could face this "Lawrence" calmly, but she didn't expect... Now she wants to know even more why.
"I am an artist and a medical scientist. My name is engraved on many things, including the Hall of Valor, but...my wife is not." Lawrence stood quietly and looked at the place.
Looking at Harry who was nervous and stunned across from him.
"I love her."
Lawrence's hands folded in front of him were trembling, and tears were flowing calmly.
"Seeing your face makes me miss her even more."
"Because I know that the face I created out of nostalgia is fake, and you are real. You are just not her."
"My name has been passed down through the ages, but I am the only one who remembers her..."
Two lines of tears met on Lawrence's chin, dripped, and flowed along the edge of the yellow dress.
Harley looked at this "Lawrence" who had the same appearance as herself in shock.
She never expected that such a thing would happen.
"Feel sorry."
Lawrence bowed slightly to Harley, and the gem fragments appeared and covered Lawrence's body. Harley's appearance disappeared, and what appeared in the same place was still the somewhat depressed middle-aged man.