Bermuda Chapter 321

Leonardo, having regained his composure, began to read the docunts Flynn had left with focus. Although more than half of the words were unfamiliar and difficult, causing him to stumble at tis, he grasped their anings by referring to the “terminology” chapter in The History of the Council.

They say there’s no such thing as useless knowledge. The letters he had read with blurry eyes ca together to form a plausible encyclopedia in his mind. Soon after, when he replenished his sugar with the cookies Flynn had brought, he picked up considerable speed in his careful reading and morization.

In the afternoon, he t a lawyer who was said to have been recruited from outside by the Council for a fair trial. The docunts he brought bore the seal of the Agrizendro family, and Leonardo imdiately noticed this person was not an “outsider.”

The lawyer opened the conversation in a kind, gentle tone, saying he had heard many stories. He explained that focusing on the keyword “sacrificial hero” and appealing to emotion could work to their advantage in this trial.

Saying that the injury and dical records from that ti would be helpful as evidence, they moved to the ward together in the evening to compile materials for the defense statent.

While there, he received the scheduled examination and had a blood sample taken for the final blood test: a small wound on his fingertip, under the supervision of dical staff. Perhaps because he had caused a disturbance twice before, the Commander—whose face was hard to read—was also present during the process. After the examination, Leonardo buried his head in Hugo’s chest and took rough breaths for a while.

Afterward, when his mind and body had barely stabilized, the two were able to hear the final test results.

“No toxins were detected in the blood at all. The viscosity, though not perfect, has improved greatly, and if you just consu fluids frequently, there should be no cause for concern.”

Although Leonardo had never been particularly concerned about his physical condition, he felt relieved when he saw Hugo’s relieved expression upon hearing the results. Receiving praise for doing well—though he wasn’t sure what he had done well—Leonardo returned to his private room escorted by Hugo.

He made various excuses, wanting to stay together a little longer, but the other promised a future eting, as if about to leave soon.

“When you enter the courtroom tomorrow, I’ll be there. Get plenty of rest tonight, and focus only on keeping yourself in good condition. And as always, co in with a confident appearance.”

He wanted to whine once more, but seeing the smile that hid his fatigue, he simply couldn’t hold him back. Leonardo answered reluctantly, his face full of regret, saying he understood.

At least the goodnight kiss he received on his forehead lingered like an afterimage, comforting him through the lonely night.

Sleep well, Leonardo.

*****

Intense sunlight draped across the deep blue sky. The midday stillness, without a breath of wind, felt like the calm before a storm.

Even the Council flags that always fluttered in the breeze were unusually still today. As it was exactly three days since the funeral, the atmosphere of mourning had largely subsided.

They say such a day is perfect for release.

In fact, he didn’t like the word “release.” It was a day to regain freedom.

Leonardo leaned against the window fra, munching on a sandwich still in its wrapper. On the day of the final battle, one should always fill their stomach.

Until just a few days ago, he had to eat only soft foods, but now he had received the dical officer’s opinion that he could have raw vegetables or grilled bacon. Moreover, although he’d had a small amount of blood drawn the previous evening and expected nightmares, he’d unexpectedly slept well and felt light and refreshed.

Whether it was a placebo effect or not, after being told his health had improved, he definitely felt physically better. Perhaps sleeping apart from that person last night had also contributed.

For the past two nights, he hadn’t slept properly because he was so conscious of that person.

I wonder if he slept well today too.

Leonardo stared blankly at the blue sky that resembled the color of the man’s eyes. Part of him hoped he hadn’t slept well without him by his side, but today was an important day. ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) He hoped that person would greet him with a smile as he entered the courtroom in good condition.

Leonardo, stuffing the last piece of bread into his mouth with his cheeks puffed out, turned to look at the large gift box sprawled on the table. Inside, neatly folded, was a mage robe of ivory-colored cotton embroidered with gold thread. It seed the reluctant tailor had managed to et the deadline.

The mage robe’s design was almost identical to the one he had worn when first departing for the peninsula, but the fabric and functionality were incomparably superior to the previous one, to the point where he didn’t dare put a price on it.

Right now, he was wearing prisoner’s clothes with a number stamped on them because of the impending trial, but once everything was over, he would imdiately change into that outfit and leave this room with dignity. Just as he was curling up the corners of his mouth, thinking about that mont, he felt a slight presence by the window.

Has it co?

As he turned his head at once, sothing fluttering caught his eye. Leonardo, who had been waiting all along, naturally reached out his hand.

The butterfly carrying news alighted gently on his palm. Soon, it moved its wings rhythmically as if in greeting.

“Did you check what I asked about?”

Leonardo asked, cutting to the chase as he brought his outstretched palm closer. The butterfly began to visually convey the information it had brought by fluttering its wings.

His narrowed golden eyes focused on its movents.

Although it took quite a while to decode because of the length, the information it brought was valuable.

So that’s what they’re planning to use it for.

He had been constantly worried about why terion Clinder had approached him despite the risks. While testing him, he had said not to interfere with his work, which made Leonardo suspect that statent itself was covering sothing fishy.

After confirming the mining team’s den on the peninsula and escaping, he had spent so ti pondering what his intentions might be. Having been silenced, he had the butterfly check, just in case—and it brought back a slightly more detailed answer than he had expected at the ti.

And at the end, it added a specific ti.

6 PM...

Knock knock—

Leonardo glanced sideways and waved his finger to send the butterfly away.

Blaine, it’s about ti to go. Have you changed your clothes?

Flynn’s voice ca from outside the door. Leonardo dusted off his palms and raised the collar of his clothes, zipping and buttoning it all the way up.

Running his hot hand through his hair, he looked back at the window and answered into the air:

“Yeah, I’m coming out—”

He closed all the windows as if he had never opened them. Only after the shimring flutter of wings had completely disappeared from view did he step outside, drawing a deep breath, determination settling in.

Let’s do well.

*****

He had heard that the trial would proceed quietly, accommodating only a few judges invited from the check-and-balance institutions, internal Council personnel, and so jurors, in keeping with the Council’s spirit of justice and fairness.

Of course, that “quietly” ant they wouldn’t announce it externally to prevent confusion—not that there would be few attendees or that it would be conducted in a comfortable atmosphere.

Flynn had said that among the Council’s deliberation cases held in recent years, this trial would be the largest in scale. Leonardo, who had been boastful—“What nervousness?”—to Flynn, who told him not to be nervous, headed toward the waiting area before entering the courtroom, escorted by Flynn and mbers of the 1st Battalion.

However, the feeling had been ominous since he entered the building. By the ti they arrived at the waiting room, the atmosphere had shifted a full 180 degrees.

“We’ll escort you from here. Please follow our instructions.”

One of the leading ard mbers who had co to et them approached, holding out the mana-restraining handcuffs that had been tornting his mind all along.

As Leonardo’s expression, which had been relaxed until a mont ago, hardened instantly, Flynn—flustered—hastily added:

“Blaine. It’s not because it’s you, but everyone who enters as a subject of deliberation has to wear these. I should’ve told you in advance, but I was too busy. I’m sorry—don’t take it badly—”

“I know. It’s fine. Put them on. You’ve gotten rid of those strange handcuffs, right?”

Leonardo slightly twisted his lips and obediently held out his clenched fists. Anyway, everyone inside was a coward afraid of him. As long as his release depended on them, he was willing to put up with even worse if it ant they’d let him go.

However, as if to say he wouldn’t stand for it if these handcuffs had any ulterior motives, Leonardo coldly stared at the mbers.

“Yeah, of course. Those handcuffs are gone now. Don’t worry.”

Flynn reassured Leonardo with an even more nervous look, then reluctantly nodded to the escorts.

Two ard mbers with their faces hidden behind protective gear hesitated before putting the thick mana-restraining handcuffs on Leonardo’s wrists. Fortunately, it didn’t feel unpleasant. Leonardo relaxed his sharp gaze.

“I’m going.”

Just before being led away by the mbers holding both his arms, he turned to Flynn and deliberately smiled brightly. He returned the sa smile Flynn had used to reassure him. Though it seed their positions had reversed, Leonardo put on an even more composed face, if only to stand his ground against those gripping his arms.

Seeing him pretend to be unfazed even while wearing handcuffs, Flynn felt a pang in his heart. He also felt an inexplicable anxiety. It was a sense of déjà vu, as if seeing his back entering the examination room again.

But wasn’t today an important day? He, the Commander, and Leonardo had all worked hard for this day.

While the person in question was smiling as if composed, Flynn couldn’t show an anxious face. He faced him and forced a bright smile.

“Alright. See you inside.”