Invisible-1
Going back was easier than I thought.
While everyone fainted and exhausted.
Gladio, the only awake of his mind, called the knights waiting in the mansion.
The knights were astonished to see the mausoleum almost collapsed.
How was it possible to create such a ruin of a mausoleum that had been made to withstand the fall of a small meteorite magic?
And how he turned the characters of his hometown, who were the elite manpower of the Reinhardt family, into rags.
It was impossible to comprehend with their own skills and common sense.
It was Ain, who had barely recovered her condition and ability, to help transport the patient.
After returning to the mansion, treatment and arrangement of the situation continued.
Reinhardt’s collaborators could not contain their confusion or dissatisfaction with the current situation, and several subordinate families took the opportunity to cooperate with the restoration work as much as possible.
There was nothing better to use this crisis as an opportunity to catch the eye of the family, so it was worth admiring the positive and secular way of thinking.
However, thanks to that, the recovery of the wounded, the arrangement of the situation, and the rupture of solidarity were prevented, so now the summary of misfortune out of luck was appropriate.
The Reinhardt family’s treatment proceeded faster than expected.
Except for first aid, he focused on the treatment of an adult Lumine, and when Lumine recovered her body, most of the treatment proceeded in an instant.
Probably, if it was a normal priest or healer, it would take more than 6 months to heal, but as soon as Lumine recovered, it was shortened to about a month.
In this way, all of the people on the side of the Reinhardt family were restored.
Even Leonardo.
***
The feeling is strange.
I realize that my mind is hazy, and at the same time my body is heavy.
Perhaps the pain and fatigue that I felt when I first used mana recklessly is engraved into my body. It wasn’t to the level of paralysis, but there was definitely a feeling of fatigue that the senses became dull and heavy.
“…Uh…Ugh…”
Apparently, Leo himself was fighting Mary Lamia… obviously…
‘…Mom…’
cut off her mother’s head It wasn’t an illusion. Obviously, what he had cut with the spear was the face of his mother Ren.
“…ha…”
breathing gets rough killed my mother Is that all?
“…the lady…”
made everyone hurt Like when the ego collapsed and stabbed Chris in the eye, incapacitating everyone…
“…Ahhh…”
“father.”
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Just as she was sobbing, a young girl with gray-white hair jumped out from under the bed.
“OMG?!”
For a moment, I had the illusion that even the tears that had been shed for a moment went back into my eyes. Ain got out of bed and stared blankly at Leo, who quickly wiped away his tears.
“Are you crying? father?”
“…ah…no. just…”
No valid excuses come to mind. In such a case, it is a virtue to hide it, but it was found out so confusingly that I could not even make a proper excuse.
“It’s okay to cry in sorrow, but first, I’ll call the family members and Saint Lumine-sama.”
“…What!? no!”
What kind of shame are you looking at right now after doing such an ugly thing and doing such an ugly thing?
At least think about what to say…
“Unfortunately, my father’s opinion cannot be decided. By majority vote, it was decided that everyone except my father should report as soon as he wakes up.”
“…what…”
It was so democratic that the opinions of a few were not reflected at all. Leo, the only marginalized being, tried to present a counter-argument in haste.
However.
“My brother has woken up!?!”
Ain’s reporting speed was faster than anyone else’s. It was because he temporarily linked mana with Rios to supply mana instead of Leo, who was exhausted due to lack of mana.
It was also possible to receive immediate reports of thoughts.
After a while, people kept coming.
“Are you awake?! Leonardo?!”
Starting with Gladio, who was cleaning up the destroyed furniture and the repair costs of the mansion.
“I heard it happened! Leonardo-kun!”
Shirika, who couldn’t sleep for a few minutes, took turns taking care of herself with Arya.
“Are you okay?! Leo?!”
Chris, who was additionally on patrol even while using an alter ego,
“Did that idiot wake up?!”
Markendo, who was even receiving treatment for the internal injuries that were electrocuted.
“Leo Knight!! Are you okay with your injuries?! Do you need more treatment!?”
Even Lumine, who barely woke up from the injury and was exhausted from continued medical and treatment.
“Leo! Woke up!?”
Even Arya, who was seriously injured by herself.
One by one, each of them stopped what they were doing, ignoring the pain and fatigue of the injury.
Less than 5 minutes after waking up, I gathered in Leo’s room.
Everyone was worried about Leo’s condition or how to comfort him, but there was no intention of anger or resentment towards him.
“…”
That made me feel even more guilty.
Seeing them who could not even remove the bandages, the thought of their indiscriminate mistakes and mistakes seemed to tighten their hearts even more.
“…sorry. Unfortunate because of me…”
“Leo…”
Arya hugged Leonardo. At the same time, he stroked his hair.
“Don’t blame yourself. If it’s hard for you, even for us.”
Every time our hands touch, we feel the nostalgic temperature. I can’t remember exactly, but it seems like this happened before the return. And even when I was very young, there were many times when I received such comfort from my mother.
“…Mom…”
Leo remembered the being who pierced his stomach. I remembered my mother who had beheaded herself.
Arya knew that Leonardo had mistaken her for a mother for a moment, and on the other hand, felt a strange emotion pounding.
“…what happened to your mother?!”
At that one word, the atmosphere became cold. Perhaps this story will be the prelude to the heavy main body that will begin from now on.
“…your mother, Ren…”
[It was not your mother who killed you.]
Suddenly, a voice of thought rang out. A very familiar voice, but only Leo himself would have heard it, and others seemed to hear it as well.
[It’s here. this way.]
Leo’s bracelet begins to tremble. Soon, a red bead fell from the jewel part of the bracelet.
From the red marble, the figure of a sage was revealed. Everyone looked at the marble, as if sending out their own image in the form of a fantasy.
“Sage?!”
[OK.]
“how…?”
[How do you say it soundly?]
The sage let out a smirk while sighing. It was because he thought it was the pinnacle of irony.
[When you suddenly ran… with your feet, divine power continued to emanate from your body. And the black stone grows by eating the mana of its owner.]
Leonardo also seemed to understand the background explanation. If it’s really ironic, it’s an ironic story.
“Did the black stone grow again?”
[Luckily. Anyway, my disciple is a carpenter…you have to know that the silk is tough.]
The wise man was explaining in a solemn and kind voice that day. It was difficult to speak words, but he was speaking while choosing a language that had barely been purified.
“…why are you doing that? Do it as usual.”
[hahahaha, I’ve always been like this. hahahaha.]
For the first time today, I was afraid of the presence of a sage.
what? Did the Black Divinity flow into the Philosopher’s Stone and reverse his personality?
{hahahaha, that’s right. It seems that you have accumulated a lot of fatigue.}
The saint, who was close to a crazy woman, spoke awkwardly and kindly, as if she was reading the script a lot differently than usual.
Leo was starting to get goosebumps, so he blinked at Lumine and asked carefully.
“…why are you there? Really scary…?”
“…It’s too much… to say it openly in front of the descendants of the warriors… No, it’s embarrassing, so you’re paying attention to your words and actions.”
Lumine was so contemptuous that she almost used abusive language that she didn’t usually include.
To be honest, it would be shameful to show your usual frivolous and vulgar attitude in front of your co-workers and descendants, and it was right to refrain from it.
However, at the time of such a change of attitude, they recognize that they are insane, then why did they show such madness to them as if they were breathing?
He questioned it, and at the same time, he could not hide his contempt because it was Leo and Lumine who were vaguely aware of it.
[…Anyway… It wasn’t your mother who defeated you back then.]
The wise man quickly changed the topic, wondering if his attitude was embarrassing even if he thought about it.
{Yes, I can vouch for it too.}
Whether it was the same for the saints, she showed the brilliance of bringing up the story of someone else’s mother in order to change the topic.
“…Is that true?”
With those words, Ain opened her mouth this time.
“Yeah, when I checked the genes, the two were not human. There were far too many discrepancies with my father’s genes.”
“…I see.”
Leo bowed his head. Tears came out knowing that it was not her mother who killed her, but tears came again because she was worried about what had happened to her mother.
“…Ah…Father, wipe it with this.”
Ain felt sorry for his father’s tears, so he felt the delay in printing and held out his handkerchief.
“…sin…sorry… you too… because of me…”
“No, he killed the same person as his own mother, and it’s even weirder to stay sane.”
Having said that, Marken patted Leo’s head in place of the rare honey chestnut. Before the return, there were few such enemies.
“…Then… my mother…”
“…I’m sorry, but before that, I want to ask you something. Leo-kun.”
Gladio looked straight at Leonardo and said. This was an important issue and question both as the head of the household and as a person who trusted Leonardo.
“…Relationship with the Sage… And I want to know the identity of Leonardo-kun. I’m sorry… but I need to check.”
That was correct. If there was a possibility that the secret that Leonardo hid was unexpectedly dangerous, in fact, it was a question that had no choice but to be curious from the beginning.
“…Sage-sama.”
Leonardo called the wise man and looked carefully. Instead of falsetto, the sage made eye contact honestly and accepted the confession.
[Say it. It’s harder to hide now. You told Arya about half.]
“…Yes.”
Arya looked at the Sage and Leo alternately at those words. The scars visible through the clothes revealing the breastbone began to tighten Leo’s sense of guilt even more.
‘…I can’t hide it anymore.’
Leonardo opened his mouth after reorganizing his thoughts over and over again and closing his mouth a few times.
“…I am not originally a person of this age. He doesn’t know his body, but his mind is a person who came back from a distant future.”
Confession of everything has begun.
“I am a returnee from the future.”