Lorenzo had not died.
He was Lorenzo the Magnificent. Naturally, he would not die so easily—though surviving after one's internal organs had been mangled to pulp was indeed rather inconceivable.
Ah, perhaps it was not so inconceivable after all.
Because Lawrence had treated Lorenzo.
When Lawrence approached him, intending to heal him, Lorenzo raised his sword and directly shattered the pseudo-Spirit Core in her chest.
"Is this your revenge?"
Lawrence paid it no further mind. Like a flawless, elegant noblewoman, she simply held out the jeweled potion in her hand to Lorenzo.
The destruction of the pseudo-Spirit Core was not a problem at all. Lawrence had approached Lorenzo at this moment for no other reason.
She could no longer see any fighting spirit in Lorenzo.
Lorenzo lifted his head and glanced at Lawrence and the jeweled potion in her hand.
Then he turned to look at Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci's painting, The Tyrant Lorenzo Stabbed to Death, and suddenly smiled.
"Pull out the sword stuck in my back."
He said it to Lawrence with complete composure, as though he were still a powerful king.
Lawrence clicked her tongue, but did not hesitate. She went around behind Lorenzo, gripped the hilt, and with a sharp pull, yanked out the sword Giuliano had stabbed into him earlier.
"You don't seem particularly surprised."
Leonardo da Vinci stood beside Giuliano with a smile, watching Lawrence pull out the sword before glancing at Giuliano.
"Mm."
Giuliano merely nodded without saying anything more.
"Then, Mr. Lorenzo de' Medici, is there anything you wish to hand over to us now?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka walked over leisurely, looking at Lorenzo where he sat.
Lorenzo fell silent for a moment before suddenly letting out a long sigh.
"I am the loser."
"It is only natural for the victor to