"There's no chance anymore, Lorenzo. The Demon Hunters won't spare me, and I can't leave now."
He said this, then coughed violently again.
"Perhaps this is the fate of the Borgia family, starting with poison, and ending with poison."
Only then did Lorenzo notice Shermans' face beginning to turn ashen, black blood oozing from his wound, emitting a foreboding air.
The explosive toxin has reached him as well; after all that has happened, the old man can finally hold on no longer.
"I'm dying, so allow me to speak a little nonsense."
Shermans said, taking out his notebook from his chest. Despite the intense battle, the notebook remained intact, the only flaw being some traces of blood on it.
"This is my notebook; it contains records of my... no, of the Borgia family's entire account with the Evangelical Church. But be careful, Lorenzo, knowledge is cursed; when you touch certain things, something may lookout for you!"
