191 – Genius-3
Only a few times did Leonardo show his eyes like that.
The most chilling time was when Leo misunderstood his first kiss.
But now it was ugly enough to look like children’s play.
The thought that a person can really die just by looking at it fills my head.
“…That’s…”
In Ariasviel’s head, the priority of explanation is jumbled.
I was just confused because I couldn’t figure out whether to explain why I was knocked down after imitating the bloody battle, or how I had just met the former hero again.
But… Right now, the priority was to relieve Leo’s anger.
“…This is a bit complicated…”
“Hey! Gaffer!! The hero who committed suicide has awakened! Call the scoundrels!!”
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or intentional, but when Aria opened her mouth again, Leonardo immediately cut her off with a scream.
In a panic, Leo sang ‘Inspirational Taengi’ and his party opened the door and came in.
[Don’t scream. I’m still insane.]
The sage held his head straight and didn’t say a word, but the others couldn’t even meet Leo’s eyes.
That wasn’t just because he was afraid of Leo, it was because he didn’t even have the face to face him.
Ariaspil had no choice but to recognize and empathize instinctively.
“Are you all here? I guess everyone was worried?”
“…Of course not…”
“Of course it must be. I don’t know about Reinhardt’s strong family love? hahahaha!”
Despite the humiliating insult, Gladio could not bear to retort. I couldn’t help but understand that Leonardo was numb, and I didn’t even have the nerve to refute.
“So? What did you say? Ariaspil?”
As if to properly explain it in front of people, Leonardo asked the question again as if giving him a face.
A rude and angry situation to anyone.
The thought that it would have been better to be torn to death by the hero fills my head.
“…The reason I used bloody combat… Was because that was the only method I could think of right away. I don’t think I did well. I want to help somehow… I’m so… So sorry I upset you…!!”
The excuses were brief and the apologies ended in bold.
A proper conversation didn’t work, but this was the best Ariasviel could think of. He could understand even if he was being sold, much less being sold.
“Why are you apologizing?”
As soon as I heard it as an apology, Leonardo’s excited voice calmed down.
“…Uh… I have to apologize…”
“Why should I be angry in the first place?”
Even in a perplexed atmosphere, no one answered when I asked a question with a sincere question.
Since the person himself, who had been endlessly irritated after finishing treatment and surgery, asked me that question, he couldn’t answer even if it was absurd.
I can’t believe I changed my mind after hearing the apology right away…
“It’s just that the hero, Ariaspil, imitates my skills and self-destructs as he pleases. Why would i be angry? Is not it?”
Those who had such thoughts could not avoid fatal wounds in their hearts from Leo’s rapid-fire gun, which he mocked to the extreme.
Everyone present was able to intuit that Leonardo calms down when he gets really angry.
“… Aria is Leo, no… To save Mr. Reynolds and his family…”
“Mr. Silica? That’s why you put a lifeline on it and treated it so that it doesn’t have a disability. Does that sound like an equivalent exchange?”
I had nothing to say.
In fact, if Leonardo hadn’t been there, Ariaspil would have been dead or not alive.
Even Lumine was busy assisting with the surgery or treatment, not understanding at all, and only Angela was able to cooperate properly by understanding Leo’s surgery method and future treatment.
But Angela is also aware. She can’t even assert that even if she exists physically, she can be cured.
“…But Arya was injured to save you…!”
“It’s really hard to say this.”
Leonardo, who was scratching his head shyly, soon showed soulless eyes.
That was the gaze she had been looking at the people she saved so far.
“When did I ask for help?”
“…What…?”
“I don’t remember calling for help…”
At that one word, Marken rushed and grabbed Leo by the collar.
The insults towards them were understandable and bearable. But I just couldn’t stand it anymore.
Arya also said that she was good at herself, and she didn’t fall into that kind of hell.
“Yeah, you didn’t ask for support! But your brother is calling for help! So that’s it! Are you even insulting that!?”
“That’s great. It is a spirit of noble sacrifice.”
I admitted, but she wasn’t convinced.
Aria’s tone naturally reminded her of a hero.
“The result would have been if only the whole body had not had blood coagulation and blood vessel fusion in the event of an operation failure, and a situation in which molten organs had to be removed due to muscle rupture and burns throughout the body.”
For Leonardo, who personally performed the surgery, it seemed like a miracle to bow down and apologize.
Even if there were no failures in the surgery, such regenerative power was so amazing that even the word genius could not be explained.
“…Is Ariasviel the only one I’m truly mad at? You guys have every single thing I want to kill.”
Leonardo conveyed the pressure to Marken without even shaking off the hand that was caught by the collar. Marken, who had gone through countless battlefields, as well as others were crushed only by momentum.
“Don’t you know what it means for a hero to die?”
It is vivid even in my eyes right now. I couldn’t forget the end of the world slowly sinking to the bottom.
The gray world where good and evil become infinitely meaningless made even my heart fade.
“If only Arya died, the relationship between the temple and Reinhardt would be ruined first. Of course, if even the holy sword is lost, there will be an implicit hostility.”
It’s not what I expected. For Leo, it was in the past, not in the future.
“And it will be very awkward even with the imperial family. We might even take this opportunity to absorb and merge even knights who don’t trust the family.”
When Ariasviel died and even the Holy Sword disappeared, Reinhardt suffered a downfall. If the remaining people had overcome, the story might have been different, but the trigger was the death of the hero.
“Also, you might be able to present a horse bone-like guy as the successor hero. It’s obvious that it’s not the Holy Sword, but it’s against the backdrop of poor skills to see.”
While he may have been of little help to an honorable unity, he was a coward of little help on a practical battlefield.
“And after that son of a b*tch, a culture develops that freely promotes theft, rape, and drugs, saying that you and I will be warriors, but let’s put it that way. Uh?”
Even those who acted as warriors went out of their minds.
To say that he is a disciple of the brave Arya.
Or maybe she’s Arya’s real son, or her real daughter.
The real idiot was when Arya, as her goddess, uttered a damn about appointing herself as her disciple.
“…Is that the future?”
“It was the past, but it almost became the future.”
Perhaps he was tired of being excited, Leonardo sighed in exhaustion. It felt pointless to heat up like this.
“…A hero must be a protector of mankind, not a human being in the first place. Fighting like this is like killing a chicken with a ox knife.”
It wasn’t completely right, but I couldn’t deny that it was wrong.
But upon hearing that, Ariasviel’s expression hardened.
[A hero is not a human being, but a mission that exists for the preservation of mankind!]
Why?
I thought that the hero and Leo looked alike.
From noble mtl dot com.
But at the same time, I couldn’t erase the feeling that they were opposites.
“…That’s… Actually, I should have explained it earlier…”
Maybe…
“Again… I came to see the previous hero in the Holy Sword.”
I heard that Leonardo might have something to do with the hero.
***
“What are all those guys?”
That guess was shaken to the root by Leo’s reaction.
“…You can’t guess…? So, I’ve seen you before…”
“Okay. Besides you, there weren’t a couple of people who went on the rampage claiming that they were the chosen warriors. Could it be that Jintung, who was chosen by the holy sword, was there?”
On the contrary, there were so many people who could guess that it was confusing. That said, I could only come up with things that were not cool enough to pinpoint and confirm exactly who they were.
“…That’s… That much…?”
“There is a statue in the name of Ariaspil, a biography of a great man, and even a religion in the city. Now that I think about it, I don’t know if I got permission.”
The Reinhardt family had difficulty reacting to a story that went beyond insulting the deceased and was nothing short of humiliation. Because Ariaspil himself was alive and breathing right in front of me.
“Or, like those two ghosts, you actually have flaws in your personality?”
It was rude, but a reasonable guess.
Unlike seeing it in person, the wise man and angela were respected and worshiped to the extent of being equal to gods in their respective industries, such as the magic tower and the temple.
[Who says there is a defect in personality?]
{That’s right. No matter how much I try to understand, such metaphors and assumptions are offensive.}
[As long as my eyes aren’t sore, I’m better than Angela.]
{Wise man?!}
As the sage immediately proved Leo’s words, Angela wrapped her arms around the little sage’s head as if enraged.
{Let’s fix this habit at the weakened opportunity!!}
As she said
, She was Saint Angela who secretly pressed the boy sage’s face to her chest.
[Yayaya! You cut the smell of your armpits on my head… aaah! Wow!!]
“Did you see it? A warrior who led such people. Think carefully. Will it be normal?”
When Leo pointed at their ugliness with his thumb, Arya almost nodded her head.
I really wondered how these people saved the world. Even if they did, how could they be recorded as such great men?
“…But… But you’re a hero…”
“You just almost got your soul cut off by that hero.”
Even as he said that, Leonardo brushed his chin with his extension. It was a bonus that he even made a gesture as if he was holding a cigarette as if he was in trouble.
“To be honest, even if it’s like me, I’d be embarrassed if the heir I kept alive died like a sunfish and came back.”
“…Ah…However, that’s a bit harsh. Aria too… I was trying to save Reynold-sama…”
“Yes, I almost died and the world was ruined because of it, but I am still alive and the results are good, so I will.”
Despite Rios’ defense, Leo didn’t stop being sarcastic. In fact, it was hard for everyone to have a very goodwill towards Leonardo now.
Because he was impatient to try to put the other down and be sarcastic somehow, and he also had his own legitimate reasons, it was inevitable to deal with him even more difficult.
“So what do you want to do? Are you going to throw the holy sword into the incinerator?”
“…That’s not it! First…”
Arya Spiel drew out his holy sword and looked at his blade in her own face. It was true that he was reluctant to carry the holy sword even now, in his honest feelings.
But
“…I’m thinking of going to the Holy Sword’s mortuary.”
“But if Ruben really doesn’t like you…”
Gladio could not speak until the end. He did not want to say with his own mouth the assumption that his respected first warrior would tear his daughter to death with such contempt.
“But you can’t know anything if you stay like this. Maybe it will reveal even more secrets that we don’t know.”
The hero was angry with himself, but it didn’t seem like he made up a lie. Perhaps it was even thought that he was not good at lying by nature.
“Is that so? It just went well.”
“…Yes? It just went well…”
As if not giving him time to panic, Leonardo made a suggestion with a completely different attitude.
“In the meantime, you should learn s*x blood combat from me.”
“…Yes? Yes?! Why all of a sudden…?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to learn. Rather, it was not enough for him to kneel down on his side and beg him to pass it on.
But he couldn’t understand. Just a moment ago, it didn’t seem strange that he would resign from the family again…
“Don’t get me wrong. It’s not just about doing it, there are conditions.”
“…But Reynald-sama… I…”
“Anyway, even if I don’t teach you, you’re going to use it as you please. Then, if you die, the whole world will be in trouble. If that’s the case, it’s more comfortable for me to teach myself and increase stability.”
People who heard this story looked at Marken and Leo alternately. Oddly enough, the way the two spoke was similar.
“And you can go to the Holy Sword Mortuary only when you are 20 years old. Even if I count from tomorrow, there are still 21 days left after 3 months. What’s the problem?”
“…Uh…Wait a minute…?”
I felt something out of place. It was also able to reverse the meaning of Leonardo’s attitude so far.
“No, so now…”
“Ah, if you’re going to keep babbling, I can too. You say you want to shock the penguin on your own, but I have no reason to stop you…!”
“You remember my birthday…?”
Leonardo has just calculated the exact date Ariaspil will turn 20 years old. In other words, it was something you couldn’t figure out without knowing his birthday.
“…That…What was that…?! You might even remember it!”
[The birthday of the deceased I haven’t met in more than 20 years?]
In the first place, birthdays were information that could not be found out or remembered unless one was interested in the other person.
At those words, Leonardo’s face turned red as if he was cornered.
[Well, my memory was fine even before I got dementia. I even remembered that I met him on October 21st…]
When the already pissed-off sage spoke as if he was trying to defend himself, Leonardo went into a fit of rage.
“What nonsense!? Rather, we met on March 21st…”
The only thing left after the awkwardly concluded words was the focused gaze of the party.
It wasn’t cold or sharp.
Only, Leo’s red-hot face was watched with lukewarm eyes that were difficult to sell.