178 – Amnesia-5
[So…]
The resurrected wise man glared at his dying disciple and pointed his finger at him.
[You belatedly heard that you killed the senate, so you’re saying that?]
{…Yes… Unfortunately…}
A normal sage would have laughed and giggled, but seeing Leo so frustrated, I couldn’t help but laugh.
[Angela Angelus.]
{Yes? Why suddenly with a full name…}
[Why are you gently stroking my hair? If it’s like this, it’s not even sneaky.]
Angela, excited by the smaller figure of the wise man, continued to try her skinship.
Now she secretly and quickly stroked the sage’s hair to the point that her hands were on fire.
[That’s right, listen to people until the end…]
“Shut up! If you put it that way, who wants to hear it through to the end!”
She was an excuse close to others, but Leo’s appearance was so ugly that he didn’t bother to argue.
“…First, calm down…”
“Do you know how I feel? It feels like a caveman who has just discovered fire, excited by himself and threatening civilized people!”
Leonardo expressed his frustration as Lumine crushed the words he was trying to calm down in an instant.
[A perfect summary?]
“aaa!! Aww!! Wow!!”
With an almost ape-level scream, Leo chased after the spiritual body of the wise man and punched him.
The way he struggled with shame was so ridiculous that it even seemed regrettable.
“Why doesn’t it disappear?!”
Even if it was possible to pass through the fist, the sage did not disappear even after using the black divinity again.
On the contrary, the wise man smiling and punching Leo as if he were playing with him, could be said to be a kid.
[Do I look smart enough to be beaten by the same number?]
When the sage re-formed himself, he took a measure to prevent it from being removed.
Connecting the composition of the spiritual body to someone other than Leo to prevent the extinction of the form.
Originally, it was an area that could not be done, but now there are special exception elements, so a kind of expedient can be used.
f*ck…!
“Are you satisfied with the beating?”
[…You…]
The problem was that the exceptional element was that there was no sense of cooperation with the sage at all.
As evidence of that, Ain had no hesitation in beating the wise man’s face even though he was younger than his age.
On the contrary, he was even showing feelings that he was fortunate to be able to strike more easily by maintaining his spiritual body based on himself.
“…Uh… This person, is he still a wise man? But just…”
When Ain beat him on his behalf, Leo was so flustered that even his anger faded.
No matter how flirtatious he was, his opponent was a sage called the creator of magic.
“It’s okay. It is an approved agenda.”
“…Ah…Really?”
And at the same time, what is the identity of that girl who stuns herself and calmly wields violence against the wise man?
The way he spoke was unusual, so he was definitely not an ordinary human being.
Leo was genuinely concerned about how much history had changed.
“…Let’s sort it out anyway.”
Soon, Leo, who calmed down his mind and body with the breathing method of the East, regained his composure.
“…The senate understands. It means that he fell, fell, and died earlier than expected.”
There was no formality in the words, but it was a concise summary.
Rather, such a vulgar expression would suit an old man like the senate.
“…Do you understand?”
“I even showed you the weapons those old people used, but if you don’t believe it, that’s an idiot.”
Leonardo repeatedly questioned and denied the death of the Senator. If true, he would have had no choice but to deny it somehow, as his actions would have been literal stupidity.
But when he took out the weapons he had taken from the dead senator in the subspace cloak and showed them to him, Leo finally trusted the words of Rios and his family.
[It’s okay. That’s enough already.]
Unable to even show his anger, Leo pressed his forehead. However, even with acupressure, the headache did not go away.
[…So can I talk about the back story?]
“Is there a back story?”
[Yes or no. For example, something like a hypothesis to return the four heads.]
At those words, everyone present lit up their eyes.
Especially, Ariasviel’s eyes shone intensely with obsession.
“How!? Is there a way?!”
[Calm down. Because the method is worn around your waist.]
“…Waist dance…”
Among the items on Arya’s waist, there was only one piece of equipment that stood out the most.
“I see! The Holy Sword’s scabbard! That would definitely bring back memories!”
Gladio’s eyes were on the scabbard that Leonardo had made himself. As a magic tool, the scabbard was able to input and output memories that Leonardo had directly entered.
If you see that, you will definitely remember…
[No, even if I did that, it wouldn’t mean much. Only black history will increase.]
“…Yes? Why…”
It wasn’t that the sage himself hadn’t thought about it.
However, the wise man himself knew best how insignificant that method would be in the current situation.
[The purpose of making the scabbard is to store the memories of the first playthrough. The memories of the 2nd round were not included.]
Of course, I also considered the direction of remodeling, but for the latter reason, the sage did not recommend that method.
[And even if you show your memories, the chances of them actually coming back are slim. Because this is not the oblivion of memory, it is close to extinction.]
“…Why…”
[Can you really relate to the diary you wrote in the future by reading it? Do you think everything is the same as your own experience?]
There was credibility in the wise man’s logic.
Right now, Leo’s memories were extinguished, and he was close to a state where only the information from the first playthrough remained.
Even if I showed him future information, it was difficult to expect his memories to come back.
[Rather, it’s fortunate that it doesn’t get worse because you feel a gap in your memory.]
“…Then what kind of equipment are you talking about…”
Arya’s eyes sharpened as she looked back at her back to her own waist.
If you think about it, this was the key to the case that should have come to mind first.
“…Holy Sword…”
[Yes, the holy sword is the most suspicious right now.]
Arya drew her holy sword and saw her blade reflected in her face. In her day, not only her own face, but also the stigmata engraved on her scabbard were reflected in the blade of her pure white blade.
“However, the holy sword, which is a sacred object, can restore memories…”
[You guys didn’t notice, but I definitely did.]
As the sage approached the holy sword, he gently looked at his face. Clearly, even when Leo ran out of control, the light of the holy sword purified the black divinity.
[Obviously, the black divinity is unstable and continuously out of control. That’s why I made it my own to use it.]
But now I can see that it’s not just by looking at it.
Right now, Leo was using the dark divinity more skillfully than the paladin who used the normal divinity.
The trigger was after the holy sword was forcibly injected with divinity.
{…But that wasn’t even the Lumine investigation? Neutralizing with divinity is…}
[No, there are things your successor couldn’t do.]
The sage saw clearly.
When Arya touched the fainting Leonardo’s body, her Holy Sword reacted.
A slight flash of light moved like an electric shock, stimulating Leo’s body.
[And after nursing for days and days, the comatose human woke up. I don’t know if it’s luck or a miracle, but I can’t see it as a coincidence in my eyes as a scholar.]
Even if you are not a scholar, you cannot dismiss it as a mere coincidence or miracle.
Even the priests, Angela and Lumine, had doubts about the ability of the holy sword at the words of the sage.
[In addition, Leo’s amnesia is different from what was expected. Originally, it fits the hypothesis that the essence of the soul also changes.]
The change expected by those who recognized the side effects of the black divinity was the metamorphosis of the soul itself.
I expected a phenomenon in which the body and the soul itself undergo a forcible change and become a completely different person.
However, the present Leo may not be the ‘Leonardo they know’, but the essence of the ‘human named Leonardo’ is the same.
[And the reason I’m guessing is the Holy Sword. Do you have anything to chew on? Ariaspil.]
“…There is.”
It wasn’t enough to pick it up.
Ariaspil clearly knows the cause.
Because I listened to the cause.
“…I met my ancestors at the Holy Sword.”
In Reinhardt, there were not one or two figures who could be called ancestors in Arya’s voyage.
However, under the subject of the holy sword, everyone present could intuitively recall who Ariasviel’s ancestor was.
“…As for my ancestors… Mr. Ruben Reinhardt… Are you talking?!”
[…Reuben…?!]
{Did you see the hero!?}
300 Years ago, the young girls also looked at Arya in amazement.
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“…”
Only Leo was left alone, silently glaring at Ariasviel.
***
I wanted to briefly summarize the description of the hero, but I had no choice but to describe it in detail.
It was a short conversation, but during that time, the characteristics of a hero were clearly imprinted.
The contents contained a shocking twist to Reinhardt’s descendants.
“…Ruben-sama was so angry…?”
“…Yes… When you said I was defeated…”
Aria still vividly remembers the work and the pain.
She looked at her with contempt as if she were a pig, vicious remarks as if she were blaming sinners, and the ensuing attacks were etched into her brain even if she didn’t want to remember them.
[…Is that guy really Ruben?]
“…Yes?”
However, the wise man and Angela, who had actually heard the story, were making suspicious faces. Even though they heard the news of their former comrade and colleague, their expressions were subtly distorted.
[…Because it’s not like Ruben.]
{…Certainly not something a hero would do.}
They were suspicious of Ruben’s existence.
“…Not being like a guest is…”
[I can’t imagine a purebred like Ruben getting angry like that.]
“…Su, are you a purebred? The first hero…”
Chris could not easily understand that the first hero was a purebred. According to the records, he was convinced that the hero Ruben had a cold side even though he had heard that he was benevolent.
{…Exactly, the expression that the bowl is wide is correct.}
“…Certainly, it wouldn’t be strange if it was the first hero, but…”
Once that happened, it was completely different from Arya’s description.
[That’s why I don’t understand either. It doesn’t even seem like Ariasviel made it up… But somehow it’s not like Ruben.]
It didn’t look like Arya was deliberately lying. Because there was no reason
Arya Spiel, although vehement when it comes to Leo, was quick to admit she was wrong and change herself.
(Except for his love affair with Leo) he lacked nothing as a hero.
“It’s obvious.”
The person who opened his mouth on the spot was Leonardo, who was quietly listening.
{…It’s obvious…}
“You mean that even the first hero, who was like a Bodhisattva, is pathetic enough to shake his head?”
Malignant ridicule, the airflow that had at least been released froze again.
Leonardo overcame shame and burned cold hostility.
“…No matter how much you lose your memory, I can’t allow you to be more rude than that.”
Marken was serious about the hostility and issued a warning.
Rather than for their own feelings, it was because it was not good for the person who had regained his memories that Leonardo was running wild.
“Rude? I am definitely telling you what I know.”
Leonardo did not cease his contempt, lightly ignoring warnings.
“If the first Ruben saw the same sh*t I saw in heaven, selling that much would be rather merciful.”
The tone of resolution was different from the announcement of the murder of the Senator just before.
It was a sale made of sincere hatred that did not appear to be false.
“…Isn’t that an exaggeration? Selling like that helps communication now…”
“The family he built has been destroyed, but I will overcome it gracefully. Yes?”
With that one word, all of Reinhardt shut up.
“Furthermore, the heroine died after killing the demon king, and even lost her holy sword. Thanks to that, the hero’s lifeline was twisted and cut off, and the temple was ruined.”
Ariaspil instantly overlapped Ruben and Leonardo.
The first hero and Leonardo showed the same disappointment and contempt.
“At this point, isn’t it a great mercy to have given you a chance? Just telling the truth seems to be very generous.”
It was an expression that made me feel uncomfortable even though it was correct.
The lord Gladio frowned and revealed that he had no forgiveness for rudeness.
“…So what are you going to do? Are you saying you have a better solution?”
“No.”
It was a blatant denial.
“Why should I think? Even if you know, there is no reason to do it?”
He wasn’t a blood relative of the proud warrior, he wasn’t chosen by the Holy Sword, much less blessed by the gods like a saint.
“…What is that, Knight Leo… You…”
“What is an article?”
There was also no obligation.
Leonardo tore off the Reinhardt’s pattern on his coat.
“Now I am just a mercenary.”
The Leonardo of today was not the ‘Leonardo’ they knew.
“If you think I am a knight, I will resign now.”
“…Leonardo why…!”
“Are you serious about asking that?”
Reinhardt’s pattern was crumpled and hit the table.
“You guys kicked me out first.”
Leonardo of today was still left with remnants.
“But…”
“The story ended a long time ago. I have no intention of changing it, even if my mother runs from hell in socks and screams.”
…There was a sudden, chilly silence.
At the unusual silence, cold sweat flowed down Leonardo’s forehead.
I was prepared for silence or contempt. I was determined, but
He must have been silent like this even when he threatened to kill the senate.