How to Survive as the Second Son of a Mage Family - Chapter 531

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How to Survive as the Second Son of a Magic Noble Family (531)

Again, it is him. He who could have been anyone but gradually became no one else.

He sees the morning sunlight beneath the evening glow. Through his eyes, he sees the pure white light that spreads in hundreds of colors, and he distances himself from the wicked clergy who claim that only they are the light, leaving him behind. He also distances himself from the countless heads who claim they must kill him because he is their light. From the naive heads that exist widely across the continent.

He recalls the knowledge that a great author’s passage once conveyed to him and that he directly reached. Only God resists the world. The reason this statement reached him, who does not tolerate in his mind even a bit of the omniscient God in human form that people commonly imagine, was because he knew it was far from the worldly disputes about whether God exists or not. Some truths transcend and touch despite any distinctions. The reason he, who neither worships God nor believes God exists, reached for this religious person’s passage was because he understood it despite any worldly classifications and distinctions. That author’s God does not refer to a human-shaped deity standing firmly with both feet against the sky as an absolute being. The God here is those in the lowest places. That God is not the supreme being we should worship, but those in the lowest places, those who are not respected as humans by humans, and thus those who are discriminated against and die, those who die from being beaten by the childish mindset of stone-throwers and burn to death for living lives that escape from others’ biases and worldly pressures. What truly resists the world is not religion or intellectuals, but such people. I am suffering now in the world you have made, I am burning to death now in your world, I am trapped here starving to death now, sounds that shatter the peace of the world made by those who do not think, making everyone uncomfortable. The screams that make everyone cover their ears and provoke everyone’s stone-throwing, the true God who manifested in the lowest place, in their lives there is the logos called God, some truth called logos. The truth that we must not turn away from them.

Believing that the first person existed and God was born, he touches the passage despite the atheism that would anger the religious world.

He who was always late among humans has today finished countless questions and become able to shed tears for them. He grieves differently for both the dead and the killers, feeling sorry for them differently. That he did not shed tears while grieving his own death might be because he was born with a defective brain as someone said, but perhaps it was because he experienced his own death and became able to hear the deaths of those lower and their wailing. Sometimes certain difficulties open new paths. He who seemed to be born surrounded by everything satisfactory to others knew better than anyone that he was not in such a low place. So now he wants to truly descend to a low place. And he pities the murderers who will always fall to low places and die, acknowledges that he cannot change their foolishness at once, and thus accepts fate, deciding to do what he can in his place even though he does not know what will happen next.

But the person before his eyes says the process of descending is wrong.

So the person before him might ultimately make him more transcendent. The call to become a person who resists is like that. Quite different from the intention of not lowering one’s head anymore, it is a story of descending to an even lower place. However, he says. Descending in today’s manner is unjust. The cry calling to resist fate pierces through the thick air. Resist the injustice that fundamentally the same thoughtlessness that the world inflicted on the lowly, the injustice of tens of thousands of years permitted by it, comes full circle to inflict on one human being. Even though he grew up in the poverty of a soul that found it difficult to know what affection was, he never went hungry, never lacked people by his side, and was not considered to have his character worn down by sharp discrimination, so he was not in a low place. But wherever you are, your death is unjust! The person before his eyes shouts with all his strength. Because it is murder from the same source as the death of those in low places. This is the injustice that fate commits. So I cannot keep my mouth shut here. I will make your voice heard by everyone, so go and shout…

He thinks of the future that accepting this death will bring. He knew it would endlessly kill those even lower than himself. So he comes to his senses for a moment. The next moment of awakening his soul comes early.

“If you want me to be angry instead of letting you sacrifice one body to make everyone feel pity.” He listens to the words of the person before him who feels as dear as a descendant. “I would be committing injustice for ten thousand generations.” Then he sees the distorted face that Leonard Wittelsbach makes. It is the face of someone who suppresses only with will the fear of the unknown facing the vast ocean and the terror that makes him hesitate in his steps. He discovers not the pleasant and hedonistic justice he saw in the faces of the heads that reached out to him, but justice of bone-cutting endurance. He already discovers the resignation and longing of one who departs from the past he knew. Ah, the moment he realizes, the crack grows uncontrollably. He knows with what resolve Leonard Wittelsbach has governed him and what kind of life he has walked. But now he had made his friend commit injustice for ten thousand generations. No, his friend declares that he will commit injustice for ten thousand generations for his sake.

Once he thought he wanted to preserve your purity. That resolution was wrong. You shine even while being broken. Because unwavering passion and persistence remain within you, you walk into the mire without anyone telling you to, breaking and remaking yourself again. He realizes that even if he confines you to a beautiful world, you will repeatedly break and remake yourself several times.

He does not get angry at those with shallow inner selves, just as an old man does not get angry at a child’s punches. What is thinking and what is deliberation, what is reflection and what is waiting, and when should all of that be accomplished? The foolish farmer who hastily sets fire to farmland because crops are not growing and later discovers sprouted roots is not foolish the moment he realizes his mistake. However, the moment he decides to believe that there was fault in the dry land to find reasons why he had to set the fire, that there was fault in the sky that did not bring rain, and that all things made him misunderstand the timing so there was no fault in himself who had to strike the land with fire, he becomes endlessly foolish and foolish and foolish again. Having lost harvest, land, and wisdom, he embraces only the flesh that ages toward death even at this moment and confides to all things in all directions how heartless the land and sky were. Like-minded farmers gather together to spit on the land and cry out under the sky. Those who cannot reflect on their own rashness make mistakes and repeat them until death. Since others cannot change this either, he only feels sorry for sentient beings even when he sees them.

But he witnesses one who throws stones at himself. One who is no longer foolish becomes a sage in that way. This sage cannot stand by and watch the injustice happening before his eyes, so he extends his hand while smashing himself with stones, the self that holds his own ankle. He is surprised that this hand came to him, but before that, he feels something sprouting in the process of this person breaking and destroying himself. Perhaps then for the first time he sees a kind of light he has never seen from heads. The brilliant freshness like dawn is achieved by carving oneself. From that, he too distorts his face. You said. “Filling the inside with love and being emptied versus rolling down in pain and being emptied without being able to resist are different. That’s a completely different story to me. The radiance and teachings you emit when emptied by rolling down, and your respectable life and character that pities and feels sorry for anyone will make the world righteous, but before that happens, there was injustice. Injustice I could prevent. So how could I not hold onto you…” This would be the end point of the first stage of knowing the love that the world could not give him and that he was not ready to receive from the world. He wanted to receive light from the person before him, fill his inside with this light, and spread it widely to the world. So he answers the same way. “How could I leave you behind then?”

He becomes conscious of the existence of vocal cords that had allowed sound without obstruction like part of the air until now. He feels his throat choking against his will. He knows that the light of new enlightenment spreads in the moisture in the eyes before him. Could I see more of this appearance, could I watch someone’s life story, could I laugh and cry together within arm’s reach rather than doing so from above the sky… Extremely human greed raises its head. The flesh will vainly become ash and return to earth. The matter briefly borrowed from the universe returns to the universe. What remains is memory and letters that will write the sage’s story to continue for ten thousand generations, but such letters will not be the Leonard he watched by his side every moment—when all the brains containing memories disappear, he too will be forgotten. It is sentient beings who grasp such impermanence. So as a sentient being, he does not shake off the hand that grasped him and stands on the ground. Before emptying without ever properly filling, he finally becomes himself.

“All the radiance you emit makes me say there are still many things I want to watch…”

I say. I feel the trembling of vocal cords and the stiffness of cheeks and the muscles of my body that do not obey my will, and feel the warmth of the sunset covering us. I caress the eyes before me and embrace the person. The pulse beating by my ear makes me happy. Even joy becomes light and holds me. I whisper while smelling the scent of soil and plants.

“Injustice for ten thousand generations.”

Whether true or not, to be aware of such a thing and still decide this way is not something anyone can resolve to do, so Leonard Wittelsbach certainly feels the pain of himself becoming powder. I could know. The student I loved and he loved, who used to smile clearly, chose today to kick away his hometown himself and become an adult. If the first event that struck Leonard Wittelsbach’s life was meeting Elias, and if I call what followed the Leonard Wittelsbach I know, then the first event that changed him was Luca’s death. He becomes an adult from his dead classmate friend. And the changes in worldly treatment and the relationship changes with Elias that overlapped with that period also solidified him as an adult. Several years were early, no, the direction changed. That Leonard Wittelsbach still shone but was like the quietness of the moon, but today’s Leonard is no different from dawn light. Seeing that one person’s speed and direction were both changed because of me, I had no way to refuse to see that young man’s light. That light is transmitted to me completely. Ah, I understand Leonard’s meaning. Only after filling with light, only after truly being completely immersed in light, could I flow it to everyone. If the heart that pitifully embraces everyone is called only compassion, it might not be compassion for the endless suffering made of suffering and suffering given to brilliant life, but compassion for joy. Compassion wanting to share this joy with you who suffer. At that moment I twitch my eyebrows. That way he wanted to do the same thing as me and truly accomplished it. Time stops. I realize I have been saved by my own god.

“You have defeated god.”

Quietly trembling in the stopped time, I say so.

The words that I should have said that I am happy to be chosen by you. On the day my only god spread and extended that hand to me. Because that way you became my only you. Only the wind answers that. But I knew Leonard would have smiled tiredly.

Leonard, who had been speaking in a resolute voice all along, now speaks faintly.

“You too.”

I feel joy spreading palely from his voice. He conveys body temperature with his embracing arms and says.

“Certainly, it won’t be smooth. But look at us. How many things happened in just this short April? We are already in tribulation. Tribulation where we must struggle every day to survive as complete humans without resting for even an hour… There will be no greater tribulation than this. Even if there is, we can overcome that too as we have done so far.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

“For a while, the people of the world won’t leave us alone.”

“It would be ‘me,’ right?”

“No, us. Your pain is no different from my pain.”

Leonard slowly unfolds his arms from my back. He faces me and smiles confidently. Like the one I once made, and a smile I never expected to see from Leonard.

“But let’s try once more this time too. Even if this fate won’t leave you alone, that’s just a process. A process whose end is not far off. Shouldn’t we see clearly who will laugh last?”

Yes, that’s right.

This way I stand up for the third time. Even if a fourth ordeal is before me, there’s nothing to be done. I choose to do so. I smiled by raising the corners of my mouth as usual. Leo smiled the same way at the smile that showed my closed teeth. I said.

“Thank you.”

“Who should be saying that.”

Leo answers with a smile and slowly lies down on the roof. I did the same. The smile never leaves his face. When he closes his eyes and faces the wind, I turn my head toward him and open my mouth.

“Leo.”

“Yeah?”

“I have something I want to tell you…”

Crash—

At the sound of someone kicking up onto the roof, I opened my mouth. Leonard sits up with an unsurprised face. Elias with still black hair is visible.

“Luca.”

I see the tremendous fear steeped in his face, then see his sea-blue eyes roll toward Leonard. When it returns to me again, Elias opens his mouth, then tilts his eyebrows and shows a smile. As soon as I recognize the deep relief and emotion, Elias sticks out his mouth like a duck’s bill and charges at Leo’s head. Leo, who caught Elias’s face with one hand with excellent reflexes befitting a battle mage, wipes over his hair expressionlessly even though it didn’t even touch. Elias screams at the grip strength, breaks free, and giggles.

Elias now stops laughing and approaches me, silently embracing me. I smile and wrap around his back, stroking it. He speaks without showing me any expression.

“You know, right?”

His voice is heavier than usual. What, he means the future. Who will be by my side in the future and how he himself will treat me. Elias knows well how things will flow in the future, and already knows what my feelings will be each time. I feel my heart resonate along with resonating emotions. His worry and resolve are transmitted to me too, making me more fulfilled than ever.

“Of course.”

“I am always on your side. Even if the sky turns upside down because of you.”

His heartbeat matches mine. Since Elias’s emotions are always transmitted to me as they are, I don’t know what to do with such tremendous love of the same frequency. I could only return it as it was.

“Me too, Eli. How can I convey this boundless joy.”

“It’s transmitted without saying, so you don’t need to worry.”

Elias separates his body and smiles looking at me with eyes that seem to see himself, yet with deep respect as when treating an independent entity. Since I also knew how to make such a smile like him, I do so. Elias smiles brightly, happy to discover evidence that we are deeply connected, and immediately turns his head to Leo.

“And, Leo.”

Leo, who had been smiling steadily, tilts his head slightly to mean speak. Elias spoke in a voice filled with composure. His hair, cut short and dyed, becoming a bit stiff, flutters like an ebony curtain in the wind. His eyes, which had been casting slight shadows from his hair, shine intelligently.

“I owe you so very much.”

“…”

“From your existence to our other friend as well.”

“Thank you for saying I owe you even my existence.”

Leo answers with a full smile. He has a different kind of joy on his face than when he was alone with me. It is the same abundance as when facing long peace and stability, family like a hometown he has spent his lifetime with. Elias’s reaction is not much different. However, some wariness about future difficulties remained on his face, and differently from that, he smiled mischievously and pointed to the ground.

“Let’s go down! We should go back now.”

“Yes.”

I got up from my seat and followed behind him. Elias snaps his fingers and lands on the ground fearlessly. As I’m pondering to find a slightly more peaceful way to go down, Leo says quietly.

“What was it you were going to say earlier?”

I look back at him and think for a moment. Then I answered calmly.

“Can I save it for later? When all this is over, I’ll tell you then.”

Leo raises his eyebrows for a moment, then looks at me quietly and grins.

“That’s something that makes the future worth looking forward to.”

“Hur— ry— down—! No, come down slowly—!”

Elias’s booming voice echoes from below. Leo chuckles at those words and makes a bitter smile. We could guess why he said to come down slowly. Time is flowing. But soon his face returns with resolve to win.

Leo extends his hand to me with a dignified smile.

“Let’s go down.”

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“The Imperial Newspaper extra edition is out! The French Imperial Newspaper has released breaking news!”

In Berlin, an old man passing through the plaza in front of the Imperial 2nd Education Institute handed a coin to a child with newspapers in his bag and received an extra edition. The extra edition he now held was our Imperial Newspaper’s transcription of breaking news that the French Imperial Newspaper had announced 5 minutes ago. The Easter evening sky was gloomy. Sharp winds that you would believe had become fierce and sharp while whirling between rock walls stripped their hats in the weak city center and made them wrap up the coats they had loosened in the spring weather. The old man pushed up his glasses and adjusted his thick skirt hem like winter’s while reading the newspaper. His dim eyes that were almost losing their function read through the serious news.

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