Black History-1
A cold silence flows
A cold silence was mixed in the gaze towards Leo.
In fact, not only the family, but also everyone who saw the video was not angry at all.
Because it wasn’t something to be angry about.
What we can tell from this past is that the relationship with the Reinhardt family was deeper than Leo remembered and said.
When I heard Leo’s explanation, it seemed like a one-sided relationship that only gave Leo a chance and received support.
Leo, before returning, thought of himself as weak and merely benefiting from Reinhardt.
‘…Where did you see…?’
But it wasn’t like pretending. It was more certain in that it was not a glorified memory, but a memory of the soul.
Because the bond was deeper and stronger than I thought.
[…just get up when you give it a chance. It’s more embarrassing to do that.]
“yes.”
Leo got up from the bed while pondering the salty gaze and the cold black history. I never thought that the wise man was right.
It was just that the time to wake up was earlier because it would be difficult to explain that memory if it was like this.
“…I didn’t know you were already… awake! Is your body okay!?”
It was so chilly that Lumine did her luck to unravel this icy atmosphere. While examining Leo’s physical condition, he barely created a basis for conversation.
“Were you awake 10 minutes ago?”
Leo’s expression, which had been relieved by Chris’ one word, froze again. Then he turned his gaze to see if there was no face to meet properly.
“…that’s… a sleep… and my mind is blank…”
“Is that so? Judging by the EEG condition, the fatigue after sleep must have gone away.”
He felt Leo’s shame scratching his face like a cat’s claws at Ain’s ignorant fastball.
If someone other than Ain had pointed it out, I wouldn’t be so ashamed.
‘…I taught it wrong…’
Although the wise man wracked Ain’s intelligence and emotional intelligence, Leo had no choice but to admit that his education was not perfect.
Otherwise, he would not have felt the humiliation that would come back as his shame doubled.
“…Can you explain a little bit first? As for the edited section.”
Gladio deliberately provided an excuse for talking comfortably from his side, even because of Leo’s face.
Because he lived as the head of such a maddening family, his intelligence and communication skills had been honed enough.
“…editing was unavoidable.”
It was known by the sage’s explanation. In order to show practically everything, it needed the strength to withstand 70 years of time.
Even if such a large amount of information distorted time with reality in the form of a fantasy or a dream, there was a strong possibility that it would adversely affect the mental state.
So Leo chose to leave it in the form of a video. If it was a video, I could cut out unnecessary scenes and capture only the important scenes.
“More than that… why didn’t you explain the scenes properly?”
It was a question that not only Chris who asked the question, but also those who saw this memory openly here could not understand.
Unless I’m really mad, I won’t edit this as a trivial memory.
“…it’s a little complicated… to explain it simply…”
[I’m senile.]
“…ah…”
Everyone gave a moment of regretful exclamation to the sage’s fabrication. In fact, considering Leo’s age, even if he was senile, he didn’t feel uncomfortable.
“It’s not…!”
[what? It is senility that the memory fades with age.]
It is true, but for Leo, this was not a humiliating expression. Most of all, it was difficult to even say it was true.
However, people could not hide their cold eyes as they looked at Leo and the sage.
“…the human memory is not perfect. You know that.”
Memory was not constant like a booklet into which information was entered. Information recorded in the human brain is weathered over time and is forgotten.
This was the decisive strength and weakness of the human brain.
“So you used the memory of your soul, didn’t you? If that’s the case…”
[That’s not to say it’s not omnipotent again.]
The sage began to explain with less playfulness. In this regard, the wise man was more than an expert, he was the founder, so he was in a position that could not be explained in vain.
[The memory of the soul is really like a warehouse in which information is entered without limit. It’s an embarrassing garbage place to even say that it’s a warehouse that just keeps piling up without cleaning.]
It is no coincidence that the brain contains forgetting in its information processing processes.
A cooling and safety device to properly retrieve more meaningful memories and prevent information overload.
That was the essence of the habit of forgetting.
The longer the life span, the more severe the symptoms of forgetting, even if brain cells do not die. A long period of life meant that there was a lot of information in the memories they had stored.
“…So, it is almost impossible to extract the perfect memory of the desired time period as it is the information you want to know.”
It may have been normal. The memories of the soul were more like rubbish mixed like clutter in the trash, rather than the books in the library in turn.
The scabbard made now was just to make such garbage separable.
“The memories that I barely extracted and extracted are the original edited videos. It only contained information about how they survived and about their enemies.”
Such reasoning was meaningful enough in terms of the efficiency of organizing. Fighting enemies or arranging important events was easier than arranging relationships.
‘…mentally…’
Above all, Leo lacked the resolve to properly face the past. Rather than a matter of mental power, I unconsciously rejected it because it seemed that if I just looked at it, I would continue to be engrossed in the emotion.
Excluding the majority of daily life and private life, the original video was a summary of only the encounter with the enemy and major events.
The original meaning of the sword was that it contained only information to prepare for future enemies and incidents.
‘…Now…it seemed like I was using it to reveal my dark history…’
The scabbard before the gem was cracked was definitely working. Now, perhaps because of a breakdown, I was taking out the edited parts out of order at will.
“First, repair the sheath…”
“no. Before that, I want to ask you something.”
Surprisingly, Silica opened her mouth. It was because I couldn’t help but ask the question that arose while watching the previous scenes.
“How the hell did Leo-kun get kicked out of his family…?”
From anyone’s point of view, Leo had a healthy relationship with the family that seemed favorable.
Of course, talking too friendly with Arya before the return was untenable, but considering that it was a light deviation or an innocent comrade, it wasn’t even a sin.
That Leo was kicked out like that.
Silica and other members of the family were not easily convinced.
“…that…”
Leo, who was about to explain, sighed and shut his mouth. Come to think of it, this was a revealing of his truly ugly, bare face.
That’s why it wasn’t edited. This should not be hidden as a summary of information. Just because you wanted to hide it, you shouldn’t hide it.
“…I’ll show you.”
The words of his inferiority complex.
The end that showed blood without iron.
“…Ain.”
“All right.”
Ain held out his sword to Leonardo. The incontinence on the scabbard was still glowing.
The sentence [Meet the Darkness and Confront the Big Evil], which was engraved as if it had been engraved with an iron, was impressively written in black at the entrance of the scabbard.
Leo held the key to the black stone placed in the entrance with one hand. And I brought the videos at the beginning of the order that I put in very little remaining mana.
Originally, it was normal for these scenes to appear first.
and,
The memory has begun.
***
At that time, Ariaspil received the revelation that he would become a hero later than a candidate to return.
According to the original rule, he went through the temple and revelations sequentially, and on the day he came of age, he entered the temple and started training as a warrior and drew a holy sword.
Therefore, for about 5 years, Arya continued her activities as a Knight of Reinhardt, unlike after her return.
Before his return, Leo made up for his lack of talent and pedigree with his exceptional improvisation and more than enough effort.
Even if it wasn’t on the same level as Ariaspil, it was to lay the groundwork as a knight who would proudly play his part in the later execution knights.
“Hey!!”
damn!! Paang!!
Leo, who had always been unilaterally suppressed and defeated, had grown to the point where he and Arya shared a minimal swordsmanship, so the development was remarkable.
Kahn!! Whoops!!
But always winning after a few sword fights is,
Kaan!!
“I won.”
It was Ariaspil. Today was the day Ariaspil won Dalian as usual. Leo lost his wooden sword to Arya’s counter and became defenseless.
“…ha… it’s really too much…”
Leonardo sat down as if he was falling down and muttered a whimper. In fact, if you were angry, you were angry, but in fact, it was not at the level of being possessed by a sense of inferiority.
It was the same mentality as being jealous when he saw a student who always had better grades than him. However, Leo had a strong sense of humor and had a stronger sense of wins than others, so his behavior was evident.
“wake up.”
Arya held out her hand expressionlessly and said. Still, there was some vitality to his face.
“…Thank you for giving me the bottle and medicine.”
Leo laughed softly and took Arya’s hand. It was a sarcastic tone, but anyone who had seen Leo to some extent would know that it wasn’t meant to be serious.
It was the same with Arya.
“Write your words well. It’s a habit.”
But attention was always on the side. At this time, unlike after returning, Leo did not fully adapt to the noble culture that values dignity and courtesy as a mercenary life.
“Would you like to?”
It was also one of those habits to comfortably talk to Arya privately.
After a while, the two had a small chat, and soon went their separate ways.
Arya went to say hello because Gaju had come to the mansion after a long time, and Leonardo was going to the training ground to train as a servant.
“Hey, kid?”
At that moment, an old man looked at Leo and began to call. Judging from the place where the old man was, it seemed that he was looking at the match between Arya and Leo, rather than just coming.
“…Who are you?”
As Leonardo, he was wary of the person he was seeing for the first time, and he used a respectful tone to prevent any unexpected accidents.
“I am a knight who worked for Reinhardt. I am retired now.”
At that attitude, the old man softened Leo’s boundaries by using his most benevolent expression and tone.
Leo looked at the old man with a respectful attitude, just in case. If he was more superior to him, a little rudeness was bound to be a mistake.
“It’s no different, I have a question I was wondering about earlier, so can I ask you something like that?”
“yes? Yes. It doesn’t matter.”
The old man’s eyes relaxed slightly, but then he opened his eyes slowly and asked.
“I was wondering if you were close with Ariaspil earlier. Are you close?”
“…yes… well… Arya… I often fight with Spiel-sama.”
Then the old man wiggled his lips as if he was satisfied with the answer.
“My introduction is late.”
It was because Leo could have become a talented person who could do a job that suited his purpose.
“I am Diego Reinhardt. One of the elders of the Senate.”
As an outstanding knight and hero candidate, as a ‘watcher’ who will observe and control Arya, the eldest daughter of California.