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She had arrived alone on this civilized island, and after coexisting with modern civilization for many years, she now looked back awkwardly, trying hard to provide herself with various conveniences.
From lead-free clean cups to increasingly well-fitting low-heeled shoes, to a stable supply of pure water.
The only thing difficult to improve, perhaps, was sanitary pads.
This era already had inventions similar to tampons; some women would wrap cotton on small twigs, or create various layers in their underwear.
The red dress was the main way to hide stains, though it inevitably exposed some dark spots.
Hedy paused the pen, slowly sighing.
If she could, she would still want to return to the advanced and enlightened modern world.
At least people wouldn't think that avoiding pain during childbirth was disrespectful to God.
Dechio, the maid waiting nearby, observed her expression and tried to lighten the mood. "I heard from the maid downstairs that there's going to be a grand ball the day after tomorrow."
"—Who's coming?"
"Many philosophers from the Academy of Plato, distinguished young ladies from various families, and important people from the nearby city-states," Dechio suddenly laughed. "Perhaps you'll even meet someone who catches your heart."
Hedy blinked and smiled in response.
She, of course, had no expectations; she was merely participating in this event out of courtesy.
Lorenzo was generous, providing her with fine fabrics for clothing and even some small accessories.
As the family’s alchemist, Hedy had grown accustomed to these events where everyone wore forced smiles throughout, and she occasionally joined strangers for a dance to lighten her mood.
Botticelli had regained much of his energy and was sketching not far from Da Vinci.
The presence of these painters in this era was like that of a camera—capturing moments and even automatically correctingor adding many details.
The grand ball and the knights' performance were being held simultaneously, and the entire palace was filled with guests.
Hedy danced twice before stepping off to rest, listening to the classical piano music from the band while savoring some newly brewed wine.
She had previously visited the wine cellar and had seen many glass bottles stacked up, with corks that fit perfectly.
"Are you... the alchemist?"
A deep voice suddenly rang out, with a slight foreign accent.
She looked up and saw a completely unfamiliar face.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, with dark skin and a muscular build, reminding her somewhat of a Viking.
Her gaze dropped slightly as she observed his attire.
It was a typical court outfit, adorned with gold accessories, and the necklace seemed to be decorated with animal bones.
"…Who are you?"
"Ludovico Sforza," the tall, rugged man laughed and immediately got to the point. "You're special. Would you consider coming to Milan with me?"
Hedy had no knowledge of the name and, out of caution, couldn’t accept such a sudden invitation.
Who was he?
