Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

To be honest, Lennon was determined to stay here, but the reality still bothered him.

For example, the fact that Beauvoir's parents had no intention of inviting him to dinner.

Although the message should have been passed on thanks to Topovya's kind cousin, Altenberg didn't know anyone and couldn't afford to stay in a hotel. It was more like he didn't bring much money because this was an impulsive act.

Those who have never fallen in love cannot understand it. It is like being struck by lightning in summer. At that moment, love at first sight has poetic meaning.

Huh, huh.

The cold was still spreading on his skin, and Lennon exhaled into his hands. Because it was summer, the thin clothes on his body could not resist the cool air of the day. He could only feel the chill slowly climbing up his back. In this lonely field, only the faint stars above his head emitted a desolate silver light.

The tall thatched grass around me swayed in the occasional breeze. I suddenly came to such a world and felt as if I was the only person in the world. Under the sky dotted with silver stars, I had entered another world.

“How beautiful…”

Looking up at the sky, Lennon sighed softly.

The plants rustled, as if someone was walking past them.

A man with a cane appeared in front of him. The man's face showed a faint outline in the dark starlight, but he did not seem to be European. He was much taller than Lennon. He was obviously walking with a cane, one foot was moved by his body, and one hand was strangely hanging down. However, Lennon felt that the other person was much calmer than himself.

The moment he appeared, he seemed to blend perfectly into this environment. No words were needed. His comfortable temperament was like the autumn breeze that calmed Lennon's momentary uneasiness caused by the appearance of a stranger.

"It's really surprising. Why would you stay in a field like this in the middle of the night? Aren't you cold?"

"...It's cold, very cold, but I have nowhere else to go."

"Nowhere else to go? What, you're not from Altenberg?"

"It may be a bit complicated to explain... The person I like is from Altenberg, but my father-in-law doesn't agree. In order to change his mind, I live here."

The man was stunned for a moment; "Are you talking about the Simon family?"

Lennon didn't want the man to think of him as a suspicious person, so he nodded calmly; "Yes, it's her."

During the night, Lennon couldn't tell what attitude the man had towards what he said, whether he was laughing at it, admiring it, or treating it as a nonsensical farce.

At least he is here seriously.

"When I was working at the church, I saw Mrs. Simon and his daughter here. Her daughter is tall and looks like she would be popular. Are you sure he really likes you?"

"...I'm not sure, but that's one of the reasons why I came here. I already know my feelings for her, but I don't know if she has the same feelings for me."

"So on the first date, you plan to let the other person come here to meet you with the idea of ​​opposing their parents?"

Lennon didn't say anything, but his expression said that he had no intention of giving up.

"You're not a small person, but you're still very stubborn. Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"Then wait here for a while."

The man disappeared into the field with his cane, while Lennon stood there, thinking.

Of course, from the meaning of the words, it seemed that the other party was kind enough to bring him some food, but this sudden kindness made him a little hesitant.

The main reason is that the man just now was too strange. A foreigner who appeared in the fields at night seemed to have serious disabilities, peculiar style, and special temperament.

It's not surprising that the other party could guess Simon's family, because Beauvoir's home is not far away, or it is the closest family to here, but the fact that he could say it out loud at least shows that he has been here for some time.

He seemed to have said that he worked in a church just now. Regardless of whether he was Korean or Chinese, how could a foreigner serve as a clergyman in such a rural area in France? It was so suspicious that it was about to overflow.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when the grass began to rustle again, the man appeared in front of him again. He was leaning on a crutch with one hand, but was still squatting with a plate on it. On the plate was food that was no longer warm.

"Eat if you want. I don't have anything better."

Lennon, who was sitting on the ground, took the food, looked up at the man, then lowered his head to look at the food. After a brief hesitation, he suddenly reached out his hand and started eating in big mouthfuls, chewing the already cold food in his mouth vigorously.

"........."

The man stood there, just watching him quietly, without making any comments while Lennon was eating.

He probably didn't want to sit down. With that body, it was still a little difficult for him to stand up.

After finishing all the food and feeling the feeling of his empty stomach being filled, Lennon swallowed the last bite of food still in his mouth, exhaled, looked at the man very seriously, and thanked him sincerely;

"Thank you very much, my name is Leonard Lennon, thank you for the food."

"It's okay, it's just a small favor."

"But I'm going to stay here, so I won't take the plate back for you. Please be careful when you go back."

This time he thought he noticed a real smile on the man's lips.

"You are violating the common human ethics of the time, and you are not being honest. I think some of your ideas and concepts are clearly different from the common moral rules. In a sense, they can be called cruel."

"I am destined to be a hero. After my death, I will be buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery, and perhaps a place has been chosen for the Panthéon. There will be streets named after me in Paris, and there will be street gardens and squares named after me in the provinces and abroad."

"You possess both inferiority complex and a passion beyond the ordinary. Your ability to attract the little girl from the Simon family is probably your intelligence."

Lennon noticed that this young man, who looked only a few years older than himself, called Beauvoir a little girl.

He had no intention of arguing about the various issues. On the one hand, it was because of the refreshing influence brought by the environment, and on the other hand, the other party had just helped him. It was reasonable for him to just snort and said no more.

Also, he didn't know why, although he was short, the other person was tall but had serious disabilities. He felt an incredible sense of oppression and an irrefutable sense of eldership from the other person. This kind of thing should have made him disgusted, but he remained silent in the end.

Because the other person's small eyes seemed to contain the universe.

"Fate is always strange. It will continue to produce people like you."

"Why... do you believe that I will become a great man?"

"Correct."

"Compared to me, you are the real weird one. When ordinary people see me, shouldn't they regard my actions as a farce of a madman? But you do the opposite. It's obvious that you don't understand me at all."

“No one can truly understand anyone except a fragment of them.”

The night wind rustles past, flowing through the eyes of the stars.

"Then goodbye, future great man."

"Wait, what's your name? Who are you?"

"Oh... Really? Just call me Ilio."

"Ilio?"

"I of Ikaros, Leo of Calliope, goodbye."

The grass rustled and the man disappeared from sight.

Only Lennon was left there, confused and puzzled.

On a night when the stars twinkled, Lennon did sleep in the field.