Leonardo's face brightened in an instant, and he led Michael to the window with a mix of nervous energy and excitement. There, an easel covered in a white cloth awaited. The surrounding area was cluttered with painting supplies, hinting at his recent activity.
"I... I painted a portrait for you, my lord! May I present this as a sacred offering for the Krazus Mausoleum?"
His voice brimmed with pride, and his trembling hands gripped the cloth tightly. Before even seeing the painting, Michael let out a weary sigh. He had a sinking feeling about what it might be.
When Leonardo dramatically pulled off the cloth, the painting was revealed. The brushstrokes were exquisite, and the colors vibrant. However, the content of the painting left Michael utterly speechless.
