The Hero-2
The Hero
This is what most people think of when they hear the surname Reinhardt.
Actually, the period during which the warrior was active was about 10 years, and the gap was over 300 years, but the awareness of him is clear to this day.
It wasn’t Ariaspil who made that perception.
Her squadron, and the first hero of the world.
“…Ruben Reinhardt…?”
Ruben Reinhardt, that was the perception he created.
In front of that living legend, Ariasviel could do nothing but stare blankly.
I could understand it just by looking at it.
That being was clearly a hero.
There was no clear logic, but I was instinctively sure.
As if creatures of the same species recognized each other.
The divinity given as a hero shouted that the existence in front of him was the same hero.
“…Is that really you?”
It was not a question with suspicious intent.
Until now, from wise men to saints.
It was rather awkward that Ruben, the hero, did not appear in the yard where characters from 300 years ago appeared one after another.
[The important thing is not like that.]
The armor of the black warrior moves. Despite the sound of rough metal rubbing, there was no superfluity in the warrior’s movements.
“…Guck…!”
[The important thing is…]
The warrior’s black gauntlet held Arya’s neck as it was.
Her warrior’s blue eyes stared blankly at her. It was the look of a person staring at an insect, without any emotion.
[The point is that you were defeated in the end.]
I couldn’t refute anything. It wasn’t because there was nothing to argue against, it was because the hero’s grip was strangling Arya with the force to break her neck.
[Talent, family, even lineage… Innate.]
What Ariasviel saw was not a feeling of disappointment.
[It failed miserably.]
The hero’s words contained a level of contempt that contained obvious hatred and murderous intent. Arya Spiel felt her body stiffen at that unknown murderous intent.
[As expected, you shouldn’t have become a hero. Ariaspil.]
Arya struggles, but her strength doesn’t work. She had already completely drained her mana and her stamina from the previous battle.
[This way, she has nothing to be disappointed about. It’s disgustingly predictable.]
It was already weakened enough to fight back.
[Because of you, Leo…Leonard and that man are also in trouble. If it wasn’t for you…]
“Shut up…!”
But I wasn’t weak enough to stay still after hearing that.
Peruk
Arya’s legs flexed at right angles and struck her warrior’s shoulder. Her armor dented a little, and the impact freed Arya from her grasp.
“…Don’t say Leo on your own.”
[…Ha…]
The black hero grabbed one of his arms. The shock just now was unexpectedly powerful.
The fact that such power came out of Aria, who must have been exhausted, was a surprise even to Ariaspil herself.
“…Leo isn’t dead yet. I have not yet been defeated or failed.”
Ariaspil pulled out the holy sword from his waist. The power of the holy sword was not manifested, but the blade was sharpened so that it could function as a sword.
“Whether you are the first hero or an ancestor, I don’t want to hear such a thing from a human who is coming to discipline you!”
Ilgal is the end of the posture.
There is no certainty that you will win.
Nevertheless, Arya grabbed the sword.
[Ha, hahahaha, hahahahaha…!]
The warrior in the black armor let out a laugh as if he was full of energy at his words and actions. That laugh was so full of madness that it’s fair to call it madness.
[…I’m fed up with that stupid look.]
Soon, the madness cools down. The excitement of the Black Hero seemed calmer than before.
[Why do you think you are here? Do you know where this place is?]
That question was actually what Ariasviel wanted to ask right now.
He himself was forcibly calming Leo, who was obviously out of control, with divine power. However, he thought he had fainted from the excessive divine power and depletion of vitality.
When I opened my eyes, I was at a place I had never seen before.
“…”
[Looking at that stupid face, it’s understandable.]
I have nothing to say even if I use a sarcastic tone and sarcasm. Even if I’m actually worried about Leo, I don’t even know how to get out of this place and get to Leo.
[If so, let me know.]
The knight in black armor eventually drew his sword.
“…That’s…!”
Upon seeing the sword, Arya Spiel shuts her mouth at the materialized contradiction.
[I should have said, I am a warrior like you.]
A holy sword identical to the sword she holds, Arias Pil.
There are now two sacred objects that God has given you, and that there is only one.
[No surprise. It is safe to say that this is the world of the spirit inside the Holy Sword.]
As if Aria Spiel’s reaction was cute, her hero looked down at her as if he was pitiful.
[Don’t worry unnecessarily.]
It was obvious that she was worried.
That expression.
Whether Leonardo is in danger while he is in the Holy Sword, he is ready to slash and kill the opponent, whether he is the first hero or the ancestor of his family.
[The flow of time is different from outside. A year here can flow like a second outside.]
The meaning of the word is simple.
This means that Leo’s safety can still be guaranteed.
Aria’s expression of hostility was relieved.
[Apart from that, you died.]
Aria’s expression hardens in an instant.
“…Died…?”
[Is it appropriate to say that you are dying? If it was a matter of simple mana and physical strength, it would have ended in fainting, but your body is being destroyed from the inside by that black divinity.]
The brave man calmly declared that.
Ariaspil was able to realize that sentence.
Why does that hero say that he has failed?
As a warrior, he was as good as a failure at the point of his own death.
[But it’s just a nuisance that he died like this. As much as you can come out thanks to your death.]
Her black warrior’s holy sword was aimed at her.
[Please cooperate now.]
Jureuk…
It was only after her holy sword was lodged in her chest that Arya realized what had happened to her. It wasn’t until her blood dug into her breastbone that Arya could perceive that her holy sword had been lodged in her own chest.
[And on the day you turn 20, the full moon, go to the Holy Sword’s mortuary.]
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My vision is blurred. As she withdraws the stabbed sword, her body collapses helplessly to the ground.
[If you pull out the holy sword there, you will know the truth.]
Before long, her ears become numb. Her eyes are slowly covered with darkness.
[…Meeting Leo is a clear misfortune.]
***
“…Wait…!”
Arya Spiel opened her eyes and saw a familiar ceiling. It was the ceiling of her own room in Reinhardt’s mansion.
“…Ariaspil!!”
After a moment of surprise, her familiar voice called the awakened aria.
“…Lumine?”
As Arya Spiel raises her head, four pairs of wings come into her eyes.
One pair belonged to Lumine Angelus, a modern saint, and the other pair belonged to Ruben’s colleague, the historical Saint Angela Lucifer.
[Fortunately, you seem to have recovered. Are you okay? Warrior?]
Seeing the two of them, dozens of words come to Arya’s mind.
What day and what time is it now?
How did the owner of the red pagoda die?
What happened to the Magic Tower?
Has the information of the enemy been obtained?
Are there any other victims?
How did you come to the mansion?
How did Lumine come to be?
About the hero you just saw.
But through those dozens of words and hundreds of thoughts, it popped out of Arya’s throat.
“What about Leo!?”
Leonardo was the most important to Ariaspil.
The reason why he was fainting and dying like this was to stop Leo’s rampage.
{As usual. I can rest assured. Lumine investigation.}
Other people would have been embarrassed, but as someone who knows Aria’s crazy love, that question wasn’t so sudden.
On the contrary, if I hadn’t worried about Leo, I would have been very concerned that Magi or the black divinity might have contaminated his mind.
“…That’s what Knight Leo is in his room…”
Soon Lumine realized that she had made a mistake in her words. Lumine himself knew best what it meant to spill Leo’s information to Aria, who was in such a critical situation right now.
“Sorry!! I’ll go first!!”
“Wait a minute! Arias…!!”
Aria didn’t listen and jumped out of the blanket with her tabi. It was nothing more than her nightgown, but she didn’t care and walked out of her door.
“…Ah, Aria!! You woke up!!”
As I sprinted out the door, Marken was in the hallway of the mansion. Her disturbed old man’s expression was instantly animated as she saw her own granddaughter leaping out with vigor.
“How is your body…?! Even if you wake up right now…!”
“Wait a minute! Grandfather!”
Ariasviel ran, shaking off his worried grandfather’s hand.
“Over there! Miss!! With an outfit like that…!!”
The servants of her mansion also ran to her Aria and tried to give her at least one of her clothes. Arya sprinted in her one-piece pajama intact in real time.
“Brother!! First calm down…! Let’s calm down!!”
This time, Rios teleported and stood in front of Arya.
“Get out of the way!!”
Choo!!
But to Arya, who lost her eyes, she was just a human in the way. Arya just slides and passes between Rios’ legs.
“…What a fuss? Suddenly…”
After completing the training, Chris saw Arya do acrobatics to avoid Rios and rush forward like a runaway locomotive.
“…Aria! What kind of situation is this…!”
“Sorry! Aunt! Please get out of the way!”
“Aunt!! Catch Aria!!”
When the two nephews spoke contradictory words, Chris was sincerely conflicted and troubled.
“…Pass first.”
“Ah, aunt!”
Unfortunately, Rios’ reliability was at the bottom by a piece of paper.
“…Ariaspil Reinhardt! I can’t stop!”
It was the head of the Reinhardt family who organized this mess.
“…Ah…My lord…”
Perhaps it was because of the screams he hadn’t heard in a while, Arya Spiel was able to calm down by calming down his excitement.
“…Where are you going dressed like you just got out of bed?”
Once Arya confirmed the truth, Gladio asked again in a gentle tone, as if admonishing her daughter.
“…Leo…Is Leo okay?”
Even though he calmed down his excitement, his worries remained the same.
Even in the middle of being scolded, she was busy worrying only about Leo.
“…Leonardo is…”
Gaju Gladio pressed her finger between her eyebrows as if in trouble.
Even the Red Pagoda Crisis at the Magic Tower was so complex that it required eating and sleeping to be completely dealt with, but I had no idea how to explain the problem with Leo.
It took half a day to explain the relationship between the appearance of the wise man and Leo even to the mage tower owners, but to Aria, explaining Leo’s condition properly was a more difficult problem.
“…First, let me explain before you go…”
“I’ll take you.”
In that situation, there was someone who made the decision for me.
“…Silica.”
“Procrastinating is only hard for each other. You know that.”
It was as Silica said.
Even if he explained it, there was no way Arya could understand it at all. In that case, it would be quicker to show them and let them understand.
Even if Arya is in pain.
“…Follow me.”
Gladio let out a small sigh and put his coat over Arya’s nightgown. Only then did Ariasviel realize that he was running through the hallways in pajamas.
“…Uh… Mother.”
Upon arriving at Leo’s room, she saw Ain cutting fruit next to Leo’s bed.
Ain, who puts the browned fruit on the plate with her crying expression, doesn’t look like a cold familiar at all.
[Are you here?]
The sage also greeted Arya with a subdued voice. His features were blurry and weaker than usual. The human form’s spirit body was fading away like a small ogre’s fire.
But the thing that came most desperately to Arya was the one lying on her bed.
“…Leo…?”
Leonardo was lying peacefully in bed. His black hair was white, and his complexion faded to an inconceivably pale, healthy skin.
[I’ve been in a vegetative state ever since the black divinity ran rampant. The cause is…]
The wise man bit his nonexistent lips. Seeing the pale expressions of Ariaspil and Leonardo, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth.
{…Black Divinity was dangerous from the beginning. The more you use it, the more it transforms your soul like Magi.}
So Angela told the sage. Never let Leonardo use black divine power.
However, due to the sudden injection of demonic energy, such a warning became completely meaningless.
“…Thanks to Ariasviel’s divinity, I didn’t die…”
Even Lumine couldn’t open his mouth any longer.
The meaning was conveyed to Arya without any further words.
“…Leo…”
Leo didn’t answer.
“…Wake up…”
Her article didn’t happen.
“…I was wrong…”
It was a very late apology.
“I’m sorry for being unnecessarily jealous… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…”
Even apologizing didn’t change anything.
“Please wake up…”
It doesn’t matter if I die again, so please wake up your companion…
“…Why did you keep waking people up and making a fuss…”
In an instant, the white-haired young man’s mouth moved.
“…Leo…?!”
As Leonardo’s body got up, his eyes met Aria’s. Then, slowly, it spread to the other party.
“I can’t believe it… I haven’t improved for over 3 days…”
“…Did it happen?!”
“Can’t you see it? Gladio…”
“It’s fortunate… Aww… As expected, the power of love…”
“…Thank God. Ha… There’s no way a strong man like Leo can die easily.”
Everyone was shocked and relieved at the same time that Leo had woken up. It didn’t look good, but the mere fact that it happened now deserves to be called a miracle.
“…What the f*ck.”
Soon after, Leonardo spat out her curse words as if he was genuinely angry.
“…Leo? Guess… Are you okay? Why all of a sudden…”
“…Do you guys have no conscience?”
Leonardo pushed Aria away and rose from the bed.
There was only one emotion that Reinhardt and the others could feel for Leo.
“…Is this kind of fun?”
Anger
“…That explains why, Leonardo, you’re angry…”
“Shut up. I feel like going crazy right now.”
Scratching his messy hair, Leonardo walked towards Ain.
“Hey, kid. Let’s borrow that fruit knife.”
“…Yes? Ah… I see. Father…”
Leo snatched the fruit from Ain without even listening to the end.
“…That Leo knight, first of all, calm down…”
“Stability sucks. Ha… It’s pissing me off that even the useless things are the same as that head.”
Leo let out anger and contempt and swung the knife.
f*ck!!
“Leo…!! Now…!”
Ugh…!
He continued to insert the fruit into his right arm.
“…I don’t wake up with this kind of pain.”
Leo’s madness could be seen on his bloody arm.
No one could open their mouths to that eccentricity.
“…It doesn’t matter.”
Leonardo was the only one who acted freely.
“It’s not like I’ve been cursed like this once or twice.”
Leonardo raised his right arm, which was dripping with blood. Those bloody fingers were pointing at Reinhardt’s family in turn.
“It’s embarrassing to be like this when you’re 50 years old, but I’ll tell you.”
Leonardo lowered his thumb to the floor.
“Now, it’s show time.”
Soon, the black divinity is wrapped around the white-haired Leonardo.
The author is very cruel.