"Lorenzo claimed he wanted to give this city a more stable living environment, and that was why he executed the leading figures of three different fields. But now, is it really more stable?" Verrocchio stood atop his house, looking over a Florence utterly unlike the one it had once been, his voice low.
"And besides, what exactly did art do wrong?"
Lawrence remained silent, sorrow in his eyes.
Prohibition soldiers were everywhere. Gathering intelligence within the city was simply impossible.
"And honestly, your father-in-law's side..." Verrocchio shook his head as he spoke.
Lorenzo's control over Florence was even greater than the two of them had realized.
Artists were not the only ones being targeted; they were merely being targeted the most severely. The nobility was also on Lorenzo's purge list.
Amedeo's family was noble as well. Though they were only a baronial family, they were still nobles.
"What if we just attack the Florence Royal Palace directly?" After a long silence, Lawrence offered a suggestion.
"You might as well not have said that." Verrocchio rolled his eyes. "Unlike you, I'm a proper Caster. In other words—my combat ability is terrible."
He said it with complete conviction.
His methods of attack amounted to drawing lines with his brush to harm his enemies, or summoning gold and silver jewelry to add some atmosphere to the battlefield. The most damaging thing he could probably do was drop a statue of David on someone.
As for his Noble Phantasm, it merely granted buffs to others, though the buff was quite substantial.
After all, he was an artist who had pioneered an era. It was not that his own fame was great, but that his students, and his students' students, were famous—far more famous than their teacher.
He was an artist who created artists.
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