As Lorenzo moved, the ground began to shake violently.
Clearly, it was not an earthquake.
"How ugly."
"How noisy."
"There were clearly more choices, yet you chose to stand against me."
"Choices? You mean being sent to the gallows?"
Lawrence looked at Lorenzo with a cold sneer and mocked him.
When it came to trading barbs, Lawrence rarely lost. Back in the day, he had learned many things, both good and bad, through socializing among the upper class.
Insulting people was one of them.
After all, Lawrence was not like Anno. Though Anno also spent his days among high society, his strength and status meant that he never needed to curry favor with anyone or humble himself. It was enough for him to enjoy the goodwill others offered, whether willingly or otherwise. But Lawrence had only been a fledgling member of Verrocchio Workshop at the time. Though his future held promise, it was only promise.
"You never gave us a choice, Lorenzo."
"Because you always knew what you were doing was wrong, you acted so forcefully and denied every voice of opposition."
The one who said this was not Lawrence, but Giuliano, who endured the violent tremors alongside Chaldea as he moved closer to Lorenzo.
The anger on his face seemed to burn like fire, making Lorenzo raise an eyebrow as his gaze involuntarily shifted away.
Yet he remained as forceful as ever and let out a cold laugh.
"Oh, oh, look who this is. Giuliano, my dear brother."
"So this is why you left the palace? And this is the attitude you chose?"
Standing above them and looking down at Giuliano, Lorenzo spread his hands.
"You are a tyrant. A tyrant who must be overthrown."
"We once made a pact. One would become king, while the other would kill