It was a very strange feeling, and Lorenzo couldn't describe it, but he could clearly feel the anger that suddenly surged in his heart. It was not directed at Anthony or anyone else, but a feeling of being fooled, as if something had been forgotten, but he felt powerless because he couldn't remember it no matter what.
"You said I was...Medanzo?"
Lorenzo looked at Anthony, he clenched his fists, his eyes swept across the faces, and then his anger suddenly cooled.
Arthur Merlin... Everyone, they all had similar looks to Anthony, with a hint of pity and sorrow, as if Lorenzo really was a pitiful fellow who had been living in self-deception.
"Medanzo is dead. He died during the Holy Night. I am Lorenzo Holmes, number 042 of the Demon Hunting Order!"
Lorenzo wanted to shout with all his might, but the words seemed so weak when they reached his lips.
It all happened so quickly, leaving no time to prepare.
"Why do you continue to lie? Hiding the truth will only make your situation worse, Mr. Holmes."
Anthony was like a judge, examining the confused lamb bit by bit.
"Your true identity is 047, a demon hunter named Medanzo. During the Night of the Holy Advent, you seized the fake Holy Grail and used it to escape from the Holy Gospel Papal States. After arriving in Old Dunling, you continued your actions under the name of Lorenzo Holmes."
"No! I'm 042."
It was very rare. For some reason, Lorenzo lost his mind on this issue of identity. He did not use deception or cunning to deal with Anthony as he did in the past.
He was like a morbid fanatic. Lorenzo seemed to emphasize his own identity, extremely stubborn, as if language had magic power, and everything would come true under this mechanical repetition.
"Unfortunately, your deception ends here, Mr. Holmes."
Anthony continued, confident of victory.
"042 does not exist. He is just a way for you to deceive others... This is very clever. Under your story, you successfully faked 'your' death and continued to be active as 042."
Lorenzo stared at Anthony. Even when facing the demons like a tide, the almost invincible Archbishop Lawrence, and even the desperate night of the Holy Visitation, he was not afraid of all of this. But this time, Lorenzo couldn't understand why it was like this.
It seemed like something was about to come out. Countless hands reached out from his stomach, his fragile heart, and his brain, those places that could not be seen. They were scrambling to break free from this pitiful body.
In those memories that I don’t want to look back on and deliberately forget.
"042... doesn't exist?"
Lorenzo... or 042, looked at Anthony blankly with confusion and doubt, as well as those unknown fears.
"Literally, 042 does not exist."
Anthony directly denied the existence of 042, and Lorenzo believed that he existed.
"In fact, this conversation has been planned for a long time. After all, you have also experienced the night of the Holy Coming and are carrying the fake Holy Grail. You are very dangerous, an unknown danger. Therefore, in order to thoroughly convince you or to make you calm down to talk with us, we have made a lot of preparations."