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The young man didn’t bother with pleasantries, immediately beginning to compare the past data and analyze it. She stood by his side, faintly amused by the situation.
Many things that are commonplace in the modern world are like stars that have yet to be discovered and observed in this era.
There are no swings, no cola, and no percentages.
But while she lives in this time, she can also escape many things.
In the decades leading up to her old age, from the media to television, people eagerly spread rumors about her, sensationalizing her life with crude and vicious words like "sexpot."
Even though she had deep love and passion for that country, making world-changing inventions during times of war, she was ultimately reduced to a faded actress, her scandalous stories making their way into tabloid gossip.
This era also has wars and many outdated and decayed practices. People still hold reverence for certain things.
She didn’t know how, but finally, she was able to breathe deeply.
—A new beginning.
Da Vinci’s gunpowder explosion experiments lasted for a week.
During these days, even at night, the booming sounds from the military preparation area were like thunder.
The wooden boards used for writing and drawing were filled with dense calculations, random numbers jumbled together, like some mysterious code.
On the eighth day, they conducted another explosion test.
Hedy sat far away, her gaze wandering toward the figure in the distance.
If they had truly found the optimal mixture... maybe even a thousand-year-old city wall could be destroyed completely, and sieging a city would no longer be a difficult task.
Before she could finish her thoughts, she suddenly heard a violent explosion.
The sound came like a bolt of lightning, and even her ears started to ring with a buzzing noise deep within her skull.
She saw a massive wave of sand and dust surge up from the center of the field, as if the very earth itself had been pierced, shaking the ground beneath her feet.
The next second, the high-flying sand and stones cascaded down like a flooding river, engulfing even Leonardo’s figure.
"Leonardo—!" Hedy's face went pale, and she jumped to her feet, rushing toward the storm of yellow sand.
She didn’t care about the sharp stones that almost pierced through the soles of her shoes, nor the scattered sand that flew in all directions. She shielded herself with her arms and ran as fast as she could.
He couldn’t die. He couldn’t die!
This man was no longer the mysterious and distant figure in the Louvre, nor just a famous name in the history of art and engineering.
He was Leonardo, the only vibrant, talented, and gentle Leonardo—
"Leonardo—!" Hedy ran stumbling, not knowing where he had been buried.
Although they had kept some distance beforehand, this explosion had far exceeded everyone’s expectations, and its power seemed almost mythical.
"Leonardo—! Where are you—?"
She couldn’t control the volume of her voice, calling out desperately, following her memory to find his location.
She absolutely—absolutely could not accept that he might leave this world because of this. Florence needed him, Milan needed him, and she could not live without him—
In her dim and chaotic vision, she suddenly saw some movement in a pit.
