Prophecy-4
The fortune-telling was more shabby and shabby than expected.
I just made a space with a tent in the alleyway between the big buildings, but it didn’t feel like a proper building.
“Why are you so shabby…? Didn’t you say business is going well?”
“A lot of people come. It’s because the business owner is like a beggar.”
So it was an added bonus to add that we live together with beggars.
“Prophet, long time no see.”
Anus kicked the entrance of the tent with his characteristic harsh tone.
“Yeah, it’s been a while.”
The Prophet was dressed more neatly than expected. It was quite different from what he was dressed in the slums of a city where there was trafficking in children back then.
On the contrary, even though he was older than before the return, he had no gray hair, and his eyes were much more lively.
“It’s the perfect companion.”
It was a questionable word.
The person who called directly was Anus.
The most predictable person is Dean.
Leo and Arya were obviously added without notice.
But she was amazed as if she already knew.
As seen from the beginning.
“When were there many?”
Anus was not surprised by such a reaction, calmly shooting a venomous remark.
“There was never a time. So I guess I was friends with you.”
“An unlucky year.”
With that shot, Anus put a bottle of tequila down on the table. It was the finest tequila juice that he had asked for at the best tavern he knew in the capital.
“First of all, there are two guests, so I’ll have a drink later.”
“When did you become so sincere?”
“Well… after thinking that what I saw wasn’t everything.”
It was an answer that was not entangled with time or period, although it was different at what time it was. From the point of view of the future, tense may have been an unnecessary adjective.
“I mean not long ago.”
“It’s like that.”
“Then are you out?”
With the bottle of tequila back, Anus lifted the tent and turned outside.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Then let me go. You two ask slowly.”
Dean followed Anus and tried to wait outside the tent.
“Wait, wouldn’t the ‘White-haired Black Knight’ also go out?”
“…”
Leo’s eyes widened at those words.
I didn’t just tell myself to go out.
‘…a black knight with white hair…’
[…Isn’t that your nickname before your return?]
I do not know.
Is it because he picks up his own disguise magic that he has put on now?
Did I pick up the notoriety of the lost past that shouldn’t even exist?
Not sure yet.
“Still, Leo would love to hear this…”
At that, the old old woman got up from her seat and whispered something in Arya’s ear. After only moving her mouth for about 4 seconds, Aria’s expression changed dynamically.
“Get out first…!”
“Yes?”
Arya pushed Leo away with an extremely red expression.
It was really strange and incomprehensible, considering his usual attitude that made him overheard even the oracles of the temple, which only the warrior’s family could hear.
“hurry! hurry!! Don’t be fooled by the prophecies!!”
Overexcited, Arya pushed Leo’s back in embarrassment.
[…He obviously doesn’t ask the oracle.]
＜…maybe.＞
maybe it is
They are doing that because they are worried about what they will hear because of the burden on the trust.
Or maybe that prophet is using a trivial trick, causing confusion for a while, and there is something he wants to check on his own.
Unless you are an idiot, you will never forget the purpose of coming here.
Would Ariaspil, who is also known as a genius, make such a mistake?
“therefore…! Who is Leo’s favorite?!”
It was Arya who deliberately changed the trajectory of the conversation rather than making a mistake.
Arya was definitely a genius, but when it comes to talking about Leo, her intelligence and sensibility have fallen below Ain.
“Calm down first.”
The Prophet touched the tent and snapped his fingers.
Then, a black curtain surrounded Arya and the Prophet one more layer.
“…This…”
It was the soundproofing and blackout barrier that Leonardo used when he knocked on the daughter of Cheongtapju.
“It will look like you are talking in moderation on the outside.”
From the outside, the scenery inside will look like just having a conversation, and the conversation will sound like it’s being crushed by the wind or the cloth covered with a screen.
“It is a kind of service. It’s been a really long time since I’ve met a benefactor, but I think I need this kind of courtesy.”
“Ah… You must have been very close with Anus-sama.”
Arya simply thought that the benefactor was Anus. Perhaps the words of Arya were funny, the Prophet smiled kindly.
“It’s like that. good friend Anus.”
“…so… the story you were going to tell me…?”
Aside from his sudden excitement, what the Prophet was about to say was too embarrassing for him.
Arya blushed and shook her head, desperately trying to regain her composure. Even so, in fact, there was only one thing that had a decline in intelligence.
“That’s not something I can say on my own.”
“yes…? then…”
The Prophet pulled out a crystal ball like a fortune teller and smiled. As the smile was refracted by the round face of the crystal ball, the curve of the smile was deeply and bizarrely distorted.
“Ask what you want to know. The essence of a prophet is not to inform, but to answer.”
A fortune teller who only talks about what he has predicted and found out is undoubtedly a third-rate. Because no one would easily listen to such a story.
Among the prophesied facts, a fortune-teller who only gives information that the other party will like must be second-rate. At first, they may be satisfied with the sweetness, but in the end they become slaves subordinated to the future and fate.
Therefore, a first-class fortune-teller leads the prophecy in an extremely natural way.
“I will only answer the questions you ask. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Answer only the facts that are being asked. There are no lies, but the truth of the future is answered fragmentarily.
That was the way of a real prophet.
“…okay.”
Arya looked at the Prophet with a slightly tense expression. Even if I sat in the chair prepared, even if I did not make eye contact with the prophet, an unknown tension enveloped my body.
It was a different standard than displeasure or malice.
I just thought it might be fear.
“…does Leonardo have a secret?”
“There is.”
The plain answer, the Prophet, looked quite disappointed. Perhaps it was because the mistakes the servants made in these conversations were seen in the eyes of the Prophet.
“Everyone has secrets. You have a lot of secrets that you can’t even tell.”
Arya’s head started to burn again. Not long ago, he couldn’t blush when he remembered that his most sensitive and sensitive secret had already been misunderstood by those closest to him.
“At that age, there are some secrets that you cannot tell. The question is not whether there are any secrets, but which secrets and why not, which will be a more meaningful topic.”
The Prophet was unusually helpful in bringing the matter into focus. If Arya was a person unrelated to her benefactor, the Prophet would have provided only information without any hints.
“…Leonardo… does he like me?”
It was a pure, young girl-like question, but this time it was a question that could only be answered quite a bit. Of course, it was a question that the Prophet favored, so he had something to answer.
“That question is going to be my own. If that’s okay with you, I can answer you.”
“…it’s okay. I want to hear it first.”
Arya was weak, but she was determined. Perhaps, if Leo is homos*xual, he will come up with a way to become a man or become a man at all, and if he is as*xual, he is prepared to come up with a way to somehow release his s*xual desire.
“First of all, in terms of the feeling of love, the existence of Leonardo must be more devoted to you than anyone else.”
“…that…is that so…?! For that kind of thing… it was pretty dignified…!”
Although she tried to deny it, Arya couldn’t stand the corners of her lips raised and caught in her ears. Although it was a subjective opinion, he couldn’t help feeling bad that his favorite partner had such a thought for him.
“Are you mean to me? Do you really think so?”
“…that…”
Looking back, it was strange.
Leo’s actions were too abnormal to attribute to feelings such as loyalty or friendship.
When you think about it in common sense, is there any kind of servant who beats up seniors or senior knights for humiliating themselves?
Also, is there a friend who refuses a position from his side because he wants to be with him equally even though he has a chance to get a good position?
Is there any warrior who wants to help himself and his family in any way and trains at will?
No matter how insulting they are, there is a knight who will not be angry and will keep by his side, and will not betray him no matter how sweet proposals and temptations there are.
even when you die.
wanting to do something for others.
is there a human
“…However…”
When he thought that love could be made, Leo cut the story off himself. Even if it’s not intentional, it’s weird.
“…I get it.”
“…this is it?”
There is a feeling of love. But I don’t want to be in love.
Can such a contradiction be established?
“It is not impossible. A contradiction is, after all, a difference of point of view.”
What if a spear that pierces everything and a shield that blocks everything collide?
If you focus only on the problem, you will not be able to solve it.
It was such a contradiction.
Those were words that could be applied to the contradictions that Arya was experiencing.
“…doesn’t Leo want to be loved by me…?”
If it was just a common-sense gaze, it was a nonsensical question.
There is nothing more blissful than being loved by the person you love.
“…Now you have come to the problem.”
The Prophet understood a little bit of why he grew up quickly, and why Irai was called a genius.
“You could say ‘yes’ to that.”
It was really inconsistent.
You don’t want to be loved while devoting yourself to the person you love.
It must be a chaotic feeling that cannot even be compared with service or dedication.
“To be precise, it would be disgusting to be loved by someone you hate.”
“…does Leo hate himself…?”
The Prophet smiled happily. At least it didn’t seem like an obsession.
At least, he seemed to be worried about what his opponent was feeling.
“I don’t think it’s to the extent that I don’t like it. He must be at the level of hatred because he cannot forgive himself.”
At the word of forgiveness, Arya recalled.
No, because I couldn’t help but think of it.
‘I’m dead. Parents.’
Why Leo started his journey out of town.
‘I was very close to my first love.’
‘I didn’t even get a call, but I found out that he was dead.’
Even the reason Leo is obsessively obsessed with power.
“…is that… is it because of what Leo did before?”
“It’s like that.”
then…
“…Is that because of the first person Leo loved?”
“…”
The Prophet, who was silent for a moment, held out a crystal ball.
“I need some help in solving the problem. Even if the situation is hypothetical.”
“…can you look at the divination with a crystal ball?”
“It’s okay to think of it as watching your time. You look at the time with that person’s memory. What’s important is the catalyst, although you need a part of the character’s body…”
The Prophet was trying to say that it would be possible with only his own skills and Arya’s body catalyst. But there was no chance to speak.
“…can this be it!?”
A pocket with a bunch of black hair, and the other pocket was full of white half-moon-shaped nails.
“…This…”
The Prophet already knew what this was. I knew who the owners of these bodies were.
Still, the cold sweat fell because of the amount of it. It was probably not enough to collect in a day or a week.
“…and maybe blood…”
“no…! That’s enough!”
With a look of great bewilderment, the Prophet took handfuls of nails and hair, one at a time, and ground them into powder.
Then, the powder was placed in a bowl of crystal and set on fire. Smoke rose with a strange smell of burning protein.
And soon the smoke rose towards the crystal ball above, forming a single shape.
“…what does this look like?”
“…the place where I first met Leo.”
The place where I had an argument with Leonardo.
Aria and Leo were standing there.
Arya pointed out that a person’s head was cut off and hung on a tree and that the guard was beaten into a scarecrow.
Leo sarcastically ridiculed her as if he was full of energy, and eventually threw his gloves into a duel request.
‘…I didn’t know…but I found out they were really bad people. both.’
When Jehad, a former knight, found out to find Leo, the guard had really done something wrong, and the owner of the cut neck was the leader of a bandit who killed more than 100 people.
‘…If you think about it, Leo looked a little strange and rough at this time…’
Come to think of it, when I first saw Leo’s posture, it looked really basic and weak.
However, after saying something strange for a moment, his eyes changed and he overwhelmed himself.
Even thinking about it now, it was surprising.
‘…I miss you…’
The only opponent among his peers who defeated him.
That’s it…
visor!
puck!
It must have been Leo…
“…I…”
Why are you winning?
“Did you win…?”
overwhelmingly too.