233 – 1st New Generation – 4
Of course, the time it takes for people in their 20s to become people in their 50s is not very short.
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It’s safe to think that a one-year-old baby can grow into his or her thirties.
[…So I said it was a misunderstanding. Cold Brew.]
And the cold brew in front of you, although you may not be as good as those watching the video now, you will become a warrior known as the ‘magic gunner’ in the world of the first game.
[…How does this pseudo-bastard know my name?]
[It seems like a waste of time to get a chance to have a proper conversation only when you have lead stuck in your eyes.]
[Then don’t curse your parents…?]
Everyone, including Cold Brew, looked into Leo’s eyes for a moment. The reason for the convergence of vision was clearly due to an injury to Leo’s eye.
[…I only got bruises…?]
Leonardo’s eye was nothing but a bruise. Just when he thought it had made direct contact with his eyeball, the bullet hit the corner of his eye and fell to the ground, crushed.
The assassin’s weapon, which was capable of killing other cultists, could not even hit Leo even though it hit him directly.
“…How…”
[I focused the aura around my eyes while dodging. It was a new weapon, so I wanted to hit it once.]
Everyone, including Cold Brew, gaped for a moment at the crazy method and reason. It has long been beyond human common sense to choose such a gamble even though life is difficult.
[…It’s a cult, but it’s definitely crazy.]
[It’s difficult if you misunderstand. Because I don’t worship religion.]
[Then what is that tail!]
Now, Leonardo was wearing the same attire as the fanatic, and on top of that, he was wearing armor recognized as a heretic paladin.
No fool with narrow eyes would see Leo’s disguise and think that this church has nothing to do with it.
[This is a long story to explain, but speaking in a pit of blood, it feels intimate…]
Kwaang!!
This time, an explosion followed. Cold Brew took out the pin of a small bomb and threw it at Leo.
[Did you get rid of it?]
[Usually when you say something like that, it means you’re not sure.]
At the same time as giving a long piece of advice, Colt was strangled by Leo’s arms in the smoke screen through the explosion.
[And if you’re not sure, most of them are alive. This is my own theory, so please refer to it.]
[…Sigh…]
Leonardo’s skills in the first episode were not inferior at all compared to those of the current generation.
However, cold brew was an unfortunate evaluation for Ameri.
‘…You’re weaker than I thought.’
Unexpectedly, he was subdued by Leo without even a single resistance.
No matter how young he was, he was still strangling him without even being able to properly use the weapon he had.
[…You have grit. Struggling is not unusual.]
Despite his skills, Leo praised him and lifted the cold brew with his head still in his hand. If you give a slight snap to the wrist, that neck will snap and cause permanent spinal damage.
[Good job!! Rosion!! Even the Pope who was defeated will think highly of your merits!!]
Other believers who came later continued to praise Rodion (Leo) for defeating the intruder. Perhaps if I kill him like this, I will be able to secure a place in the Magic Church.
[Then I will have to live.]
[…What…?]
Everyone except those watching the video reacted to Leo’s words with a shocked expression.
[You guy!! I betrayed the mercy of the church that gave me away when I prayed for relief from memory loss and paralysis of my arms…]
[Instead, you had to do all kinds of hard work for several months. How about reading that stupid scripture from early in the morning? It would have been more beneficial to read the real Bible 300 times more.]
Saying that, Leonardo overturned his cold brew and fired a wire from his wrist. The hook of the wire that broke the window caught on the frame and pulled Leo in.
[Hello! Everyone! I throw away all the shackles and restraints of the main lord and set out to seek my own death! Everyone, please die quickly too!!]
The act of escaping while spewing out strange words was a humorous explanation of how mentally exhausted Leonardo himself was.
“…It’s okay…”
“Don’t talk to me.”
Leonardo in reality was squatting as he was, suffering further injuries to his devastated spirit.
Regardless, the video quickly changed to show that the person had already evacuated to a safe place, as if it were being pinpointed.
[…So, you’re saying you’ve come to destroy the cult like me? The reason you know my name is because you are an acquaintance of my parents?]
[Despite your excitement at first, you seem to be understanding, right?]
The two had already explained the situation to each other and seemed to have found a compromise. Although the words were still harsh, the atmosphere had calmed down and calmed down considerably.
[Because I made an X-drip with my parents.]
[Sorry. That was due to an unwritten mistake…]
[That’s enough. You can just pretend that you didn’t kill him. With your skills, you could have killed me.]
That was a fact that other Reinhardts had already noticed. If Leonardo had been serious about it, he would have cut it to pieces without having time to fire.
[I call it Cold Brew, as you know, just Colt. I’m used to it.]
[Last name?]
[I don’t know. Don’t ask if it’s not for you.]
When Aria Spiel first met Leonardo, she remembered him saying something similar. It is probably not a coincidence that Colt and Leo appear to overlap.
[Then I’m Rozion, it’s a pseudonym, but call me that.]
[Real name?]
[My real name is Pabi. If you find out, you will probably have to risk your life.]
It seemed like a threatening statement, but there was a hint of self-deprecation. Those who called Leonardo by his real name, especially his nickname, felt like they were blaming themselves for not having survived.
[Are you going to cooperate anyway? A strange archer friend.]
Leo held out his hand for a handshake.
[…If you don’t do it, I’ll kill you. And it’s not like a crossbow, it’s called a gun.]
Colt grunted and grabbed Leo’s hand.
[Killing him, what do you think of him?]
“By working together like this, we were able to get revenge.”
As it is his own memory, Leonardo himself narrated it. Supplementary explanations were essential as all of his memories could not be viewed one by one.
[Heretics, you pushed us this far.]
[Pope…! You obviously…]
The Pope faced Leo and Colt alive despite being hit between the eyes by a bullet. In fact, it was too absurd to believe that he was the same person.
[…You were a demon too. Isn’t it a waste of the name ‘church’!?]
[The cow was sacrificed for the greater good. Because the holy sword is inevitable in the world that is now being destroyed.]
The Pope, whose skin color had suddenly changed to the point where it was difficult to call him human, was holding a white sword in his hands.
The shape of the sword exactly reproduced the appearance of the holy sword used by Ariasviel. The only thing that could not be reproduced was the overwhelming light of divinity revealed by Aria.
[That alloy of spirit and believer mixed meat is called a holy sword?]
[Rozion, I thought you were the one among the believers who could understand me…]
[I understand. I felt sorry for him because he had such fantasies about that milk girl.]
“Hiccup…”
At the mention of a milk girl, Leonardo hiccuped as if he no longer had the throat to cough.
Ariasviel looked at her chest with embarrassment. He thought it was strange, but he might have been the size of a cow.
[…I hope you didn’t describe Ariasviel like that…]
[Is there any other breasts that can be called dairy cows? Is not it?]
[Don’t drag me into dirty talk. Mister.]
Colt turned his head to Leo in the video, and Leo himself shook his head and lowered his head because he didn’t want to face him.
“…That’s okay…”
“I’d rather get angry and tear it to death.”
[You know it won’t work.]
It wasn’t a saying that I wouldn’t do it, but it was closer to an assertion that I couldn’t do it.
Killing Leo was probably an impossible task unless everyone here worked together to attack him.
[…How long will that false madness continue?]
With that notice, the demonized Pope swung the forged holy sword.
I understood the meaning of the high-density mana and spirit spewing out with the wind pressure.
“…Was it made by killing a spirit?”
“Rather than killing it, we sealed it and used it as filler.”
“…It’s even more terrible.”
Aria, who uses elemental magic right here, knows how terrible it is.
Using spirits made of mana as fillers was no different from using humans as blood bags.
[…Colt, leave this to me. I didn’t like that guy from the moment he infiltrated.]
[Only you want to have fun…!]
[Fun?]
At that time, Leonardo’s eyes did not have the polite look of the second time, nor the crazy look of the first time.
It was as if a machine only sensed a target, a gaze that only revealed the purpose of killing, not even the intent to kill.
[This position is an incentive. Additional enemies are waiting outside as well. You are the right person for that because you can be a good speaker.]
Leo soon returned to his usual expression and persuaded Colt as cheerfully as usual.
Mr. Ma, who was anxious about his life, nodded and ran towards the exit.
[Can I send it to you? [On your own…]
[It’s enough. To begin with, you are weaker than the Aria I know.]
It was difficult to deny. If Ariasviel were actually there, old people like that would be instantly incinerated by rays of light.
[Ah, do you perhaps want to say, ‘I am strong with just one arm?’ You are stubborn despite your disability.]
[If it’s a disability, it’s a disability. But that word also has another meaning.]
In the video, Leonardo unravels the cloth wrapped around one arm in one go. The dragon’s scales growing steadily, the change alone instantly distorts the Pope’s expression.
[If I use both hands, I really become a ‘monster.’]
[…How… This… This is ridiculous…! It’s dark… You’re… Dead…]
[Did you miss me?]
Dukshini swung the dragon’s arm while wearing a black mask. The Pope blocked the attack with a fake holy sword, but even resisting the recoil was too much for him, who was not even good at swordsmanship.
[Quaaa!!]
Red flames spewed out from Leo’s scales.
Chris, who wanted to observe her memories with a solemn feeling, could barely suppress the awakening of his dragon instinct.
‘…You shouldn’t think it’s cool. ‘Don’t imagine black flames coming out of your hands.’
The Pope falls to Leonardo’s attack.
When he swung the great sword, not with his bare hands, while holding it in the dragon’s arm, even the holy sword forged from life could not withstand the blast.
[…Uh…How…! These words…!]
[No, what parrot is it? They keep saying the same thing.]
[This holy sword will be comparable to the one used by Ariasviel!! It will definitely be a source of hope for humanity…!]
Leonardo grabs the Pope with his arm transformed into a dragon. The funny thing about being turned into a demon is that he can’t even struggle properly.
[Why do you keep bringing up Ariasviel’s name from earlier? Anyone who sees it will think that Ariasviel forced him to do it. The sound of that milk boy collapsing can be heard up to here.]
Contrary to the frivolous words, the situation was like a sheet of thin ice that would not be surprising if it broke at any moment.
Even though it was only a video, the life and anger were evident even in the movements.
[…You’re afraid of God… Aren’t you…!]
Saying so, the pseudo-pope plunges the holy sword into Leo’s shoulder. The white sword body was already gray and gradually turning colorless.
[God?]
This was a word that made this whole situation feel like a comedy.
[I gave up expecting anything from such a trivial observer by early evening. There was only one thing I thought about during the rest of the night. Why do I have to go through this?]
Leo’s hand twists the Pope’s right arm.
[Funny enough, people around me die while I am away. You’re lucky if you can find the body. If you can’t find it, you’ll end up imagining it endlessly.]
Leo’s foot strikes the Pope’s left shin and breaks it.
[How did he die? Mutilation, self-immolation, soldiers, vipers? What was it like right before you died? Was she raped? Or did he pray for his life? Did he noblely accept death? All sorts of imaginations fill my head, but reality always hides the answer.]
The holy sword falls out, slightly breaking Leo’s mask.
[I hoped that either the hero or the demon lord would kill me. But both of them were not in this world. I wanted to go to hell.]
Soon, Leo picks up the fake holy sword with its dying blade and cuts off the left half of the Pope’s body.
[Did you say God? God definitely had me as a prisoner. It was perfect work. But if you think that he has collapsed, you are completely mistaken.]
The Pope is still alive. He just crawls towards the exit like a bug.
[I haven’t been able to do anything I want yet.]
Only solemnity hung over the outside. Whether it was a memory or reality, no one could open their mouths properly.
When I think about the fact that Leo and I were the same person, I don’t even have the courage to open my mouth.
Because even Leonardo himself didn’t say anything.
[…Uncle?]
[Oh, Colt. Have you already sorted it out?]
[There are only five people, so what? What is that…Thing? Is it the Pope?]
[Uh, I thought you should hit the last blow, so I saved you, but what should I do?]
An ordinary conversation ensued, one that could not be imagined as a person who had just been spewing out dark emotions.
It would not be an illusion if it seemed like a similar feeling to how they usually treat themselves.
[…Already dead?]
[What? Is that so?]
[What is that?]
[Well… I’m a bit sorry. You probably have a lot of resentment too.]
[That’s enough. I ended up killing him anyway, so that’s okay.]
Colt grunted while subtly examining Leonardo’s complexion. Leonardo had already taken off his mask and looked at the boy.
[Work is over, how about having a meal together? Is your friend going to pick you up right now?]
[Rice? Is it a time like this that we talk about food?]
[Even in times like these, you have to eat to live. And…]
Leonardo grabbed the sheath of his sword out of sudden anxiety. I had forgotten about it because of the solemn atmosphere, but here their daughter appears…!
[Eoduksini.]
[Mr. Leo~?]
It’s already too late. The daughter of the two crazy guys appeared behind Leonardo.
[…Uh, why are you guys coming? I called your parents? What about Lumine and Eileen?]
At that time, Leonardo was less perceptive than he is now.
[…There’s nothing to say before that, right?]
[Yes, it’s been 4 months since we last met, so it’s normal to have something to say.]
[…Huh, it’s nice to see you after such a long time, isn’t it?]
Wow!!
[This premarital chastity playboy!! You think it’s sweet just by sending a text!?]
[Do you know how worried I was! If the phone goes off, you too can go to the afterlife!!]
[Hey!! Evil! It’s crazy to hit someone who worked hard!! Colt, please explain! Explanation!! Do I have to live like this at this age!?]
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Colt looked at Leo blankly, seemingly at a loss for words as he watched the two pretty girls getting hit on.
“…Uh…Um…”
That gaze had the same effect on everyone watching this video except Leo.
A lukewarm yet business-like gaze.
“…Aria… I… That… I mean…”
Leonardo felt that his speaking ability had plummeted by one-tenth. I wonder if this was how her husband felt after being ripped off.
Other people were also shaking with concern that Ariasviel might explode for no reason.
“…Yes? Aren’t you trying to turn off the video? “It’s already dark.”
“…Huh?”
Ariasviel spoke to Leo in the most calm manner on this occasion.
“Weren’t you trying to stop the scabbard operation because it was late?”
“…Yeah, but… Well… Are you okay…?”
“If it’s okay with you, Raynald, then I’m okay with it too.”
Ariasviel smiled brightly as she said that.
“…Uh…Uh…Really? Yes.”
When Leonardo turned off the video, everyone went back to their respective rooms. I couldn’t even attempt to properly discuss what I saw.
I never imagined that just watching would consume so much stamina.
However.
“Lumine saint.”
The warrior Ariasviel summoned Lumine for a moment.
“Oh, Ariasviel? “Do you have anything to say?”
Lumine continued her words, worried that Aria Spiel might explode with jealousy.
“…Did you see it?”
But Ariasviel had no time to suffer from such childish emotions.
Right now, various speculations were swirling in my head, forming the eye of a typhoon made up of convictions.
“…Yes? What…”
“…Raynald… Leonardo’s eyes.”
Lumine showed signs of flinching.
Her whole senses were conflicted and she wondered if she could answer this.
It was never an issue to be judged easily.
“…Are you talking about the one that turned blue?”
However, Lumine was a saint who assisted the hero, so she could not tell a lie due to her personal judgment.
“…Yes. “It definitely turned blue like my eyes.”
Even when she was stabbed by the fake holy sword, her eyes were discolored blue. It was only for a moment, but the blue wall was clearly visible through the mask.
“…Yes, but… I’m not sure what the principle is.”
I know. Even in Ariasviel’s opinion, Lumine had no clue about this phenomenon.
But.
“Saint Angela.”
{…Yes. Did you call me? Hero?}
It would be different for Angela.
Soon Ariasviel asked a question.
Can two warriors exist in one era?