Watson nodded, it was all part of Lorenzo de' Medici's plan, and even though he died seven years ago, his influence continues to affect everyone, as if fate had decreed it; everything was happening according to his expectations.
"So you're saying you've been living in lies, plans, conspiracies, revenge, and rage—all just to fulfill Lorenzo de' Medici's ideals."
Watson said indifferently.
"That doesn't sound like something you'd say, Watson. You've become this way because you believe in that beautiful Golden Era, don't you? All your actions are for the Golden Era, but what you said just now might make me deviate from your plan." Lorenzo retorted.
"You've regained your memory, no one will deceive you anymore, and your deviation from all these is just a matter of time, isn't it?"
"Really?"
After a long silence, Watson reached out to take a cigarette from Lorenzo's cigarette case, puffing clouds.
