Lorenzo de' Medici ultimately still died.
There was no sadness, nor any other emotion. Lawrence just felt a bit sentimental that such a terrifying guy ended up with this kind of fate.
"Do these things matter?"
Lorenzo asked softly.
"It doesn't matter, sorry for interrupting you, let's continue."
The current slaughter was the main focus. Lawrence's voice carried joy as he raised the Nail Sword, taking an offensive stance. It had been a long time since he had fought so freely and fiercely. There were times he almost forgot the feeling of holding a sword. He truly thanked Lorenzo for reminding him of all this.
Lorenzo did not attack rashly. Winchester hung at his waist, one hand holding the Nail Sword, while the other was hidden in the shadows.
From certain angles, he and Lawrence seemed to be evenly matched at the moment.
