"Urgh—pah."
Inside a villa in Florence, the young female Servant clutched the wound on her shoulder and collapsed onto the sofa, her face twisted in pain as she leaned against its back.
Her face was deathly pale, making her already beautiful features seem even more fragile and pitiable.
But now was obviously not the time to be captivated by beauty.
"Hey—Simon, are you alright!?"
A man hurried over in a panic, staring anxiously at Simonetta's injuries.
There was a puncture wound through her shoulder, one that looked as though it could nearly tear off her entire arm. Blood had soaked through half her body, leaving a miserable and horrifying sight.
Simonetta did not answer Giuliano's question. She seemed to have fallen into a daze—not unconscious, but with her awareness equally hazy.
"Bandages, bandages..."
He hurriedly went to look for bandages to dress her wound.
He had learned from Simonetta what Servants were. Though he had found it hard to believe, after Simonetta demonstrated some of her abilities, he had reluctantly chosen to trust her.
Then, as her collaborator, he had given Simonetta an order.
Infiltrate the Florence Palace and attempt to assassinate his elder brother.
That was, Lorenzo de' Medici, the true ruler of Florence.
He had only made that decision after careful thought.
Beneath his playboy exterior lay talents in no way inferior to Lorenzo's. It was precisely because of this that Giuliano loved the city of Florence as deeply as Lorenzo did.
In fact, because Giuliano did not spend every day in the palace, his view was broader. His understanding of certain matters was even deeper than Lorenzo's.
Otherwise, he would never have ultimately defeated Lorenzo in their competition for Simonetta.
However, Giuliano had always believed that Lorenzo was better suited to rule this city. From the very