Amnesia-2
Two hours have passed since the tied map.
Cognition is getting clearer as time passes.
But understanding is getting more and more chaotic.
He couldn’t understand what the ‘dead’ were saying.
“…Tell me to believe that? I’m serious?”
Leo glanced at the already dead party with eyes widening in disbelief.
“…Ah…Yes… So…”
“Hey, no matter how young I am, do I look like an old man with dementia?”
Lumine, who explained, couldn’t help but agree with Leonardo’s reaction.
I don’t know why her memories disappeared, but if her memories disappeared, she would react that way even if she herself.
“So, I, older than I am now, went back to the past and spent about 10 years with you guys, and suddenly I got dementia. Is not it?”
It was summarized in a vulgar and grim way, but no one raised an objection.
On the contrary, it was great that it was simplified in such a way that it was easy to understand.
“…That’s a bit different…”
“Lumine, our proud blind woman-dressing saint.”
Leo cut off Lumine’s puzzled explanation like an axe. Lumine seemed to be quite embarrassed by the extreme change and ridicule of Leo, who was once gentle.
It was a really fed up and tired expression.
“I mean. In my 50 years of living, I’ve heard all kinds of bullsh*t. The medicine of eternal life, the resuscitation of a lion without a price, forbidden knowledge, things like that.”
In Leo’s eyes, life became more difficult.
“This is the worst bullsh*t I’ve ever heard. Know?”
“…It may be hard to understand, but Leonardo-kun, if you don’t believe me now…”
“Then I will ask.”
Leonardo looked around. Most of them had no acquaintances, so there were those who were familiar with them, and there were also those who had never met each other.
However, in the conversation I just had, I couldn’t clearly see anyone who could serve as evidence.
“Where is that old man called ‘Sage’?”
“…That’s…”
That was the biggest stumbling block in the current explanation.
Now, the spiritual body of the sage has completely disappeared, and although he is already dead, it is unclear whether he is alive or not.
The cause was immediately known from the jet-black divinity emanating from Leo.
{…How can you handle that black divinity? Are you saying that he had it even before returning?}
“…He looks like a shiny angel, but he’s surprisingly stupid. Baekchimi isn’t bad either, but…”
With natural s*xual harassment, Leonardo looked at his own body.
“Where is the color in divinity? It is all unified with one light.”
{…}
“…”
Leo’s words were common sense.
Divinity is originally mana with the quality of light.
Therefore, the concept of color could not exist. Because they are all united in one form.
{…Did you see the color of the divinity you wear?}
But Leonardo was the only exception.
The divinity close to darkness, the divine power with the same nature as the demon caused Leo to run out of control.
“…Of course…”
As soon as he recognized the divinity emanating from him, Leo’s expression hardened.
“…There is a problem.”
“Now… Do you want to hear the story? Cadet…?”
Nodding his head, a groaning sound rang out. It didn’t take long to realize that it was the tone of dislocations and fractures as joints twist.
“Although it feels dirty to hear from people in their 20s.”
The ropes tied to Leo’s hands and ankles loosened.
“…Leo knight…! Joints…!”
Leo snapped and twisted the bones in his hands and feet just to free himself from the ropes. Thanks to him, he was freed from the bondage, but all of his limbs were turned into rags.
“I’ll let you sort things out.”
Too deuk…
The joints of the hands and feet, which had been broken to free themselves from the rope, were regenerated as the bones attached.
“Still, can’t the world’s Reinhardt talk until the wee hours of the morning?”
Leonardo, with gray hair, smiled the most raucous smile. No one responded to that smile.
* * *
The place Leo chose was the restaurant in his parents’ home.
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Meal time was imaginary, but Leonardo insisted on his visit, saying that the dining room was a hundred times better than the reception room.
“Hmm…Isn’t the manager Albert here?”
Leo looked around the restaurant and suddenly caught the maid in charge of the meal.
“…Le…Leonardo! Yes The butler is on vacation for a while…”
The maid broke out in a cold sweat and tried to understand the context of her question. Why the hell did the sole knight of the brave, who was suddenly seriously injured, catch himself with his hair white?
“Respectful words…? Are you saying respectful things to me?”
“…Everything… Of course we should use honorifics…! Guy… Knight…”
“…Really…?”
It wasn’t unpleasant, but Leo, who wasn’t used to this sense of separation, let out a sigh.
“…Then I’ll ask for a full course meal~! A bottle of whiskey and tequila, please.”
“…Yes? Whiskey and tequila…?”
“Huh? Can’t you?”
“…Oh…No! I’ll bring it right away!”
Wanting to get away from Leo, who had changed so much that she thought she had gone mad, the maid hurriedly ran out of the restaurant.
“…Didn’t you hate alcohol? A drunken conversation won’t help.”
“It’s okay. House owner. To get me drunk, you have to be at the snake venom level.”
At the same time, Leo looked at Ain next to Arya.
The paralysis poison that girl gave me was impressive.
She put herself into a state of suspended animation with a combination of the types of poisons she was vulnerable to that did not harm her life but were optimized to weaken and stop her.
She wouldn’t have been able to pull off such a feat unless she told me her weakness.
“…So, shall we summarize?”
Leo slowly pointed his finger at the family as he took the bottles brought by the maid himself.
“You guys belong to the Reinhardt family, but they are not the Reinhardt family I know.”
As Leo drank without a glass, his fingers headed towards Lumine.
“You are not the Lumine Angelus I know.”
The bottle of whiskey was emptied as the finger pointed at Angela, the angel.
“That’s the great saintess from 300 years ago.”
And as soon as he opened the bottle of tequila, Leo’s finger stopped Ain for the last time.
“You are a talented kid who doesn’t know who you are, and it’s probably judged to be a remnant that has changed history, isn’t it?”
Ain nodded slowly. Seeing this, Leo seemed to be laughing so hard, he set the empty bottle down on the table and sat down again.
“…Huh…Well, it would have been better if I died right there.”
“…Do you believe the story…?”
Ariaspil carefully looked at Leo. Unlike other Leos now, he was violent like a wild horse and wild like a backstreet gangster.
As much as that, it was necessary to examine Leo’s feelings more closely.
“Because I have no choice but to trust you except for showing unnecessary feelings for me.”
“…Ugh…”
She felt the pain as if she was scraping Arya’s heart with sandpaper.
Even if he wasn’t an idiot, he could see Leo’s hostility.
That was especially true for Arya.
“Sweep, don’t you understand more than that?”
Leonardo shook his head exaggeratedly and kicked his breath through his mouth.
“What do you not understand?”
“My relationship with you.”
Leo doesn’t think that his reasoning was completely wrong.
Certainly, saying that she was in heat or calling her a succubus queen was an exaggeration, even if it was a mistake by an unfamiliar divinity.
Arya definitely had a crush on herself. She must be more than a knight at least.
“Honestly, I can’t make any sense from the explanation right now.”
She wasn’t just Arya. Others could also be discerned as divine. All of them had a crush and a favor more than necessary.
The fact that the current rudeness was allowed must have been consideration due to that emotion.
“I would like to hear an explanation of how far apart you are from when you became corpses?”
So Leo used a sarcastic tone to cheer up his temper.
I didn’t like everything.
It was so disgusting that I vomited.
“…Nice. You…”
Despite the rudeness, Gladio did not panic. It was the responsibility of the head of the family to keep calm even in this situation.
“No, not you. The strongest person in Reinhardt speaks as a representative. I think that’s polite.”
Reinhardt’s people could clearly understand who it meant.
“…I’m asking you to… Explain?”
“Ah~ I didn’t say it was you. The hero here is overly self-conscious.”
“…Then who does it?”
Even at the mockery, Ariasviel didn’t get angry.
Usually, he would have been swayed by emotions, but Leo’s purpose was obvious, so there was nothing to be angry about.
“Then let’s try it. Warrior.”
Lumine whispered softly as she grabbed Arya’s sleeve.
“…Don’t get excited. Knight Leo now…”
“I know.”
The person Leonardo hates the most right now is Ariaspil himself.
There was a glimpse of life in every gaze.
“…Leo to me is…”
Arya shut her mouth for a moment.
Isn’t it arrogance and deception for Leo to say that they are lovers now?
Ariaspil himself continued to meditate inwardly.
But I couldn’t even talk about my close friends or colleagues.
[…In the end… It has nothing to do with it…!]
The words lingered in Arya’s ears.
She shouldn’t have approached her, but she shouldn’t have run away either.
“…That was my goal.”
It wasn’t a long story.
It wasn’t about the journey as a warrior and a knight, the daily life together, or the love we shared.
Arya knew that saying that would be selfish.
The cold smile on Leo’s face faded.
“… Ha.”
A short breath is exhaled.
“It was a good drink…But it makes me sober.”
Leo brushed back his disheveled gray hair. His red eyes turned to the angel.
“Sister, what did the black divinity say to me?”
{It’s true, but be careful with such words and actions. Even if you are the successor of the sage, that is…}
“A person kills a murder ritual and tries to solve it understandingly, but if you admonish him proudly, he won’t answer the question. Pigeon.”
Everyone, including Angela, was at a loss for words.
I could intuitively understand why the sage had chosen Leo as his successor.
It was to the point where anyone would think that Leo was the real son of the sage.
“First of all, to be clear, my divinity is the divinity of light, even if you, the hero, are poor compared to you, the saint.”
Aria also remembers it. Before her return, Leo’s divine power stood out in the form of light.
Even if he chose the method of adultery called prohibition, it was definitely consistent with the general divinity.
“But I don’t think it will be possible to control this sword divinity. I have a feeling I know roughly how to use it.”
Leonardo re-radiated the black divinity to the outside.
The party reflexively raised their weapons. Weapons were held for the purpose of defense and suppression rather than the intention of attack.
“…Arthur. I’m not in the mood to kill you right now.”
Leo stretched out his hand and condensed black divinity into his five fingers.
“I heard that the Philosopher’s Stone is embedded in my heart?”
“…Yes, but… Why…?”
“Unfortunately, even my heart is now filled with this pitch-black divinity.”
With those two sentences, the sage’s disappearance could be explained.
Leo’s five fingers are embedded in his chest.
The expression was expressionless. Leo’s expression did not tremble at all, even when the sound of his flesh being scraped echoed.
“…Leo…! Danger…!”
“I’m telling you now, don’t call me Leo. Go crazy.”
The black divinity in the heart was dragged out by the fingers. The divinity in the heart was gradually emptied.
“…Oh… I think I can see it now.”
The sage’s mana was gradually condensed near the heart. From the beginning, the sage showed a vulnerable aspect to the divinity, especially the black divinity.
In time, the spiritual body of the sage was gradually restored.
[…Ah…! Leo! To the holy sword…!]
“…I don’t think this is real.”
Leonardo’s eyes looking at the sage’s ghost were really cold.
It wasn’t just Leo. The Reinhardt family, Ariaspil, and even Rios and Lumine all stared at each other with cold eyes in shock.
“…Hyeon…Sage-sama, why…?”
[…What? Leo is more of a problem now…]
As soon as he grasped the direction of his gaze, the sage’s face hardened coldly.
[…Ah…I can’t right now…]
The sage hurriedly touched his face.
It was too soft to be called the face of an old man with wrinkles.
[…Why now…!]
The sage’s blue eyes and white hair were intact, but his body had become a full-bodied boy.
“…Isn’t this preschooler a sage?”
Leo looked down at the sage and pointed with his finger.
This was the most shameful humiliation after the sage’s death.
By the way, the biggest disgrace in his lifetime was the secret that only Saint Angela and the warrior Ruben, who were gasping for breath, knew.
I’m very disappointed with the author.
Mc becoming more and more ruthless as the forgotten memory exchanged with the present