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Some were crying in pain, others were screaming, and some charged recklessly at the knights in armor, only to be stabbed and spit out a mouthful of hot blood.
This was the first time she had witnessed such a scene firsthand.
Although World War II saw many tragic and large-scale battles, they had nothing to do with her—
Those events appeared in the news and reports, usually with wide-angle shots, not intentionally focusing on decapitated heads or pierced chests.
But at this moment, as Hedy watched the chaos unfold, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea.
She could even imagine the Pazzi family hanging from the windows of the Doge’s Palace and the oil paintings by Botticelli.
How terrifying...
How could humans meet such a tragic end, dying without even a scream?
Eyes and flesh rolled in the streets, and wild dogs greedily devoured them.
If a small-scale riot was this hellish, how horrifying would a real war be?!
Da Vinci, armed with a spear taken from an enemy, had driven off several of the rioters and began steadily moving towards the lord's position.
Lorenzo seemed unusually calm, as if he had known these events would unfold.
Although he sat there, he was surrounded by guards, creating an impenetrable barrier, capable of deflecting any flying arrows.
The riot lasted about half an hour. Soon, the madmen were captured or killed, and those who managed to escape were chased down.
When Lorenzo saw Da Vinci appear, he suddenly realized something.
“Hedy—” Da Vinci instinctively looked at him and asked, “Have you seen Hedy?”
“I ordered her to go make wine, didn’t I?!” Lorenzo stood up instinctively, his voice growing more intense. “Why is she here?!”
“She asked Dechio to help and came with me to watch the celebration—” Da Vinci’s face changed, and he turned his head to scan the square filled with mutilated bodies, stepping through the blood to search for the fleeing ones.
Please, let nothing happen to her—she’s still so young!
“Cosimo, go check on Clarice and the children,” Lorenzo turned to another guard by his side. “Take people and search for my alchemist immediately—make sure to bring her back safely!”
Da Vinci's first instinct was to think about how she would react.
It was impossible for her to follow the crowd to evacuate, asrioters could blend in and attack.
She wouldn’t go too far, either—she had never felt truly safe, so she was probably nearby.
He began searching through the nearby haystacks and flower beds, even checking the bushes one by one. Suddenly, his gaze landed on an inconspicuous pile of dry firewood.
It appeared to be a solid structure, one that couldn’t possibly hide anyone.
But a thought crossed his mind, and he strode over without hesitation.
“Hedy—Hedy, are you here?!”
The pile of firewood remained silent.
Instinctively, Da Vinci pushed aside some of the wood on the side, and finally saw the familiar figure.
She was hiding in the fortress-like structure of firewood, still trembling.
