Leon Eljonson fell into a rare deep contemplation, something that was rare for him.

In the past, no matter what the problem was, it couldn't really bother him. He read a lot of books, history, art, philosophy. Books are not only wrapped in knowledge, but also questions.

These questions, which have plagued countless people for countless years, are nothing to him at all, not even riddles, he doesn't need to solve them, the answers will emerge from his mind on their own.

Now it's different, and now, he's thinking from the heart. He could have been more focused, but he had to devote some of his energy to suppressing his anger.

Coswayne stood beside him, his eyes straight ahead, unfazed by anything. He does not belong to any wing, to any order or order. He wanders between them, and in the name and command of a lion, he is familiar with and holds all the hidden knowledge and organizational structures.

In a sense, he is almost equal to part of the will of Leon El Johnson.

Right now, he's staring at Luther.

Luthor frowned, not knowing how things would go next.

Because the inquiry is over.

It lasted eleven hours and twenty-three minutes, and all the officers and knights in the audience hall revisited the oath they had taken in front of the lions, whether they were Terrans or Caliban.

They confided in the recorder servants that they should have been carefully buried, and the lion himself wielded a shovel to bring to light the truth about what had been buried in the tomb.

But there were no bones in the tomb.

The deceased – Tlynver Ratton, a sergeant, from the Empire's 439th Panzer Division. He should have been lying in one of these thousands of tombs, and he should have gained what he had lost today.

But he didn't, because he wasn't in the tombs.

Leon Eljonson opened his eyes and saw Conrad Coetzes staring at him. He turned to look back, not knowing how to interpret Coetze's expression at the moment.

The lion clenched his right hand and looked at Luthor in the quiet hall of the audience.

"What's the situation?" The lion asked, his tone so natural that he didn't even notice what was hidden in the sentence.

Coates raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Carlil, who didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth curved downwards in a subtle way.

Luthor pursed his lips habitually and shook his head, "I don't know, Leon. ”

"You don't know?" The lion's eyes narrowed. "You are the Grand Mentor of the Order, my Steward. How can you know nothing about these things that should have been destroyed by your hands when they are done, Luther? ”

yes, I shouldn't be ignorant, but—

Luthor bowed his head in silence.

"—I really don't know anything about Sergeant Tlynver." He repeated. "I know everything else, such as those from the 398th Regiment and the lieutenant colonel."

"I remember them, and any victim should be remembered, that's what you said, Leon. I didn't let that phrase fade out of my heart, we all are. ”

"But how could you not know about it?" The lion asked. His tone was calm, but his expression was confused.

After a few seconds, Luthor felt his hairs stand on end as Leon began to pace around the long table.

"Look, Luther—"

He raised his hand and gestured to Conrad Coetzes and Karil Lohals, who were standing on the other side of the table. The two pale men watched them in silence.

"—My brother came with Terra's orders, which means that the Emperor is aware of this as well. Of course, he will agree with our attitude towards the victims, but will he agree with us erasing the honor of the victims? No, he won't, if he did, he wouldn't be an emperor. ”

The lion walked up to Luther, bowed his head, and looked at him.

"At the same time, it also means that this matter cannot be fake." Leon Aljonson said calmly.

"It's not going to be the clouds that put it over our heads, it's all made up of people's gossip. It's a verbeit of black that appears on our white coats and collars. Can I ignore this, Luther? ”

Luthor was silent for a moment before looking up.

"I beg you to give me a moment." He said. "I'll let the truth come out."

"Nope." The lion said. "There's no need for that, Luther."

"I plead with you." Luthor was almost pleading—he knew what Leon Al Johnson was thinking, and he couldn't let it blurt out and echo through the Hall of Audience aboard the Indomitable Truth.

Luthor left Caliban a long time ago to join the legion, and he was one of the driving forces behind its beyond. The honor of many people is condensed here, including his, naturally.

And what the Lions are going to do next may make everyone lose their desire for glory.

But he knew what the lion was thinking, and how could the lion not know him?

"No, no, Luther." The king of the knights said in a cold voice. "This must be announced, urgently. I believe you, so if you don't even know about it, then there's only one reason. ”

He turned and snarled at Coswayne.

"Go and bring all the officers who participated in that battle, and let them wait for me in the main hall!"

His gaze was extremely dangerous, as if he was being stabbed across his neck. He raised his hand and threw the sword at his waist. It has an ornate scabbard that is one with his armor.

They all mean something.

"If necessary, draw your sword!"

"Yes, Proto."

The knight, who did not belong to any wing, reached out and took the sword, placed it on his belt, and answered his king in a firm tone.

"If necessary, I will draw my sword."

——

The lion left the audience hall, saying that he needed to be alone for a while. He just had the time to do it. After all, it was not easy to assemble all the officers who had participated in that battle, and it would take a lot of effort for Coswayne to find everyone.

Even with optimistic estimates, the whole thing would take at least two hours to complete. Now, there are only three people left in the meeting hall, but only one person is in a daze.

Luther.

He tilted his head and stared at the stained-glass window that stood tall, his expression full of bitterness.

Leon El Johnson's will, once determined, will never be shaken by any external force, and the Lion has proven this countless times. Luther sighed softly as he remembered the turquoise eyes the color of the deepest part of the Caliban forest.

Involuntarily, he also remembered his wife and daughter. He didn't want to remember, but humans can't rely on their own will to prevent memories from coming back.

Finona.

He silently recited his wife's name, and then remembered his daughter, who had not yet had time to choose a name, and his heart involuntarily stopped. His wife suffered a difficult birth when their daughter was born, and doctors in Caliban failed to save them.

Luthor had tried to lash out, but he was so heartbroken that he couldn't stand. He couldn't blame the doctors who shouldn't be blamed, and he couldn't scold the injustice of fate.

Half a year later, he found Leon El Johnson in the forest. He didn't find him alone, he had a few companions. The atmosphere was tense because they had entered the depths of the forest to track down a giant beast.

And Leon AlJohnson didn't look like a person at all.

He was naked, covered in blood and filth, and his blonde hair was as thick as sideburns. Thinking of this, Luthor couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps it was because of this that he blurted out in an atmosphere of stalemate at the time, calling Leon 'Leon'.

He called him a lion.

And Leon did behave like a lion.

Many years have passed, and to this day, Luthor can no longer understand the relationship between him and Leon.

He is qualified to call the lion his son, and if he does, the lion will not refuse. But he didn't. He can likewise call the lion a chief, a comrade-in-arms, or a brother.

But he still didn't. He just called him Leon, just like he did back then.

"What should I do?" Luthor muttered to himself and turned his head to look at the other two, his eyes almost distressing. "He's going to bleed the Legion, what should I do?"

"What do you want to do?" Conrad Coetzes asked. "It seems to me that this is not unusual, Grand Mentor Luther. No genogen could allow this to happen in the Legion, let alone Leon. ”

He paused for a moment, his dark eyes glinting, giving Luthor the strength to keep listening.

"I don't know much about him, but his character that values honor doesn't need to be deliberately observed."

"He'll question them." Luthor replied bitterly. "With his character, it's impossible for him to stay calm right now. He will ask everybody, will he get the truth? I do not know. But I know another thing. ”

"Today's events will definitely become some kind of stain, Leon will spread it, and then, where will the cohesion of the legion go?"

Coetze shook his head and stopped talking. Luthor then switched to another giant, and Carlil Lohals looked at him, arms crossed, fingers tapping on his arm.

"One puzzle, immediately another." Carlil spoke slowly. "We originally came here to remind and avenge the wrongs of the victims, but I didn't expect that the First Army really had only one unjust, false and wrongful case over the years."

"You've only created one deserter, Lord Luther, and it doesn't seem to exist. The whole thing sounds like a weird and scary joke, but it has to be funny enough to be funny, otherwise it's not a joke. ”

Luthor's heart began to pound, and he could already see something from Carlil's expression.

"We're not going to let things get to that point, Lord Luther." Carlil said. "At the end of the day, the news was brought by the Eighth Army. Terra's intention was to remind you, not to let your friendship be swept away by anger and shame. ”

Luthor shuddered—a few seconds later, he nodded heavily, and at the same time, he made up his mind.

Forgive me, Leon. He said to himself. But if things really have to get to that point. It is better to sacrifice the few than the majority.

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