It is quite suspicious," Heine nodded solemnly, then added, "But it's not without reason.
He said, "I really think he is good-looking."
Shiratori was speechless for a moment: ".."
Then she also said with a straight face, "Thank you, I also think he is handsome."
..
Eighth Night
Heine learned quite a few languages.
English, the universal language of the world, is naturally essential; having once lived in Italy, it is obviously impossible for him to be a mute, his years of living in Japan have allowed him to learn Japanese; due to the influence of his adoptive mother, he can also speak a few words of French and Chinese—though, of course, not much.
For an ordinary person, these languages would be enough to show off quite a bit. However, for Heine, it didn't seem like something worth specifically flaunting.
After all, in his youth, it would have been impossible for him to escape his Father using multiple languages, it would have been even more impossible for him to use foreign languages in a firefight to make his Enemy show mercy.
And as far as he knew, the variety of foreign languages spoken by the Black Organization was even greater, fluent speech came as easily as breathing to the Silver-haired man.
Although Sheila is mixed-race, he is still a Z Country citizen. Since their reunion, although the siblings underwent a "mysterious" guessing game before truly recognizing each other, Heine's Chinese proficiency has improved again under Sheila's influence.
Although it had only progressed from managing a few words here and there to being able to say several sentences with some stumbling.
Although he had never heard the song Sheila was humming, Heine could still make out some of the lyrics.
He couldn't help but marvel at the telepathy between himself and his sister—even though he knew that their shared "Rebellion" was merely a coincidence, he chose to selectively ignore Sheila's gaze, which made him look like an Idiot.
Sheila stared at Heine for a while with an expression that said, "My brother looks like he's not very bright," and seeing that Heine had no intention of explaining, she tilted his chin and gestured with his eyes toward the casserole on the stove, saying to his brother, "The soup is ready, hurry and carry it to the dining table."
Hein naturally complied.
Toward his beloved Sister, Heine's attitude was as gentle as a spring breeze. After serving her Sister some food (made by her), he began to talk to Sheila about the events of these past few days.
Although Sheila's field assignments had decreased significantly due to health reasons, she still maintained his sharp insight. The Black-haired girl nodded thoughtfully, then pointed to the dishes on the table and said to Heine, "You should eat first. If you keep talking, the food will get cold.. Eat up, I worked hard to make this."
"Didn't I tell you to order takeout?" Heine asked with a frown, though his tone held no reproach.
I spend all day at home; if I don't find something to do, I'll probably turn into a puddle of laziness." Sheila said speechlessly, "I'm not that fragile, okay?
His face was still pale, but his eyes were clear and bright.
Seeing that his condition was still quite good, Heine finally felt half a weight lifted from his heart.
And the other half of his heart..
There was still more than half of the rice left in Sheila's bowl. Since sitting down, she had barely taken a few bites, having mostly just drunk some soup, while she had given most of his dishes to himself.
And..
"I'll head to the restroom first." She put down her chopsticks and stood up, saying to Heine with a hint of embarrassment.
The amount of food Sheila cooked was not enough for two people.
Heine did not believe that Sheila was unaware of the amount they both ate.
So.. she just felt like she didn't need to do that much.
As for the reason behind it..
Watching his retreating figure, Heine felt that he had already found the answer.
..
Eighth Night
Then why didn't you stop him?" Heine was truly filled with curiosity about this. "If you hadn't stopped him, Gin would have at least somewhat adopted your suggestion, wouldn't he?
That was exactly what Heine thought.
Ever since he had deliberately approached Gin, he had already known about Gin's solitary nature.
And at a time like this, the girl beside the Silver-haired youth seemed exceptionally prominent.
At first glance, Shiratori Midori seemed like nothing more than Gin's shadow. Gin's brilliance was so dazzling that it was enough to overshadow the person beside him, Shiratori, who often followed Gin, also seemed like someone whose luster had been suppressed.
However, if you underestimate her because of this, you will certainly suffer greatly—because Shiratori Midori is by no means just a shadow.
She was excellent enough, brilliant enough, capable enough to stand side by side with anyone; that thick stack of Mission Reports was the best answer.
As a rare friend of Gin, he did not mind accepting her suggestions regarding minor matters.
As for Heine..
To say something that might be sad, for Gin at this moment, he is probably just a "decent" and "somewhat familiar" colleague.
“Because I don't think you have any Malice toward Zhenjun,” Shiratori Midori said. “I don't want to interfere with Zhenjun's choice.”
In the sunlight, his green eyes were bright, so bright that it was almost impossible to look away.
Heine gazed at his for a moment, his expression momentarily dazed.
"I think your eyes are also very beautiful," he said suddenly.
Midori: "??"
However.." Heine continued, sounding nonchalant yet strangely serious, teasingly remarking, "The way you protected him before was really strange.. just like a hen protecting his chicks.. Hmm, it was quite amusing.
That's right.
Heine is not incapable of being gradual. When it comes to a person like Gin, he has always been very patient.
As for using this kind of abrupt approach, on one hand, he felt it was more efficient, on the other, he found it quite interesting.
It could be considered a sort of evil sense of humor.
Watching Shiratori Midori flapping her wings to protect her young.. this way of interacting was quite interesting.
Especially the person behind him.. it wasn't some little chick, but a strong and powerful Leopard!
However—
Shiratori Midori glared at him poutily and said coldly, "Because I want to!"
Heine couldn't help but laugh.
.. It's so wonderful.
It was probably from this time onwards that the relationship between them became harmonious; they weren't close, but it could certainly be described as amicable.
..
Ninth Night
After Sheila's physical condition deteriorated, Heine was in a state of anxiety for a long time.
But just as Sheila was unwilling to reveal his weakness while not in a therapeutic state, Heine was also unwilling to show his anxiety in his daily life.
He is the Big brother, if he also becomes uneasy.. then what about his sister, his Aurora?
At times like this, the person who could actually make him calm down was, instead, Gin, who had always remained on the outside of the situation.
Gin's arrogance, calmness, dominance in personality allowed their plan to proceed in an orderly fashion, his seemingly certain attitude made Heine feel even more at ease.
He made Heine believe.. that they would succeed.
That's good..
Heine no longer wanted.. to lose any more Family.
The communication with Father was not pleasant; although, as time passed, he could gradually understand that man, a rift had always existed between them.
It was just that Heine had become more mature and could distinguish between pros and cons more effectively.
Occasionally, they would also accidentally mention the matters from those years.
This often leads to long silences, however, compared to their usual state, the silence seems much better.
Heine didn't quite understand his father's attitude toward him, just as he didn't understand what kind of feelings his father held for Columba, or what kind of mindset he used to face Sheila.
He wasn't sure, but he did know that, in any case, it wouldn't be without some ripples.
As for Heloise.. Heine felt that man probably wouldn't care about him, but then again, Heloise had long since let it go.
This change lasted for a long time, so long that Heine could even chat with Sheila about that man.
He thought that this could be considered a form of reconciliation in a sense.
A reconciliation with himself.
And then, his father told Heine that he wanted to hand over his influence to him.
And—
To recruit his own core team.
..
Eighth Night
Life in the Black Organization sometimes passes quickly, sometimes it feels very slow.
However, those occasional thrills and excitement still brought a lot of joy to life.
Time changed many things: it brought many new members and also devoured many young lives.
Sometimes, Heine would think of that girl, that girl who would puff out her cheeks and glare at him, saying she did it because she wanted to.
Sometimes, he would think of his past life, of the little girl who used to grab his hand and call him Brother, the little girl who used to cry and ask, "Brother, let's not part, okay?"
More often than not, he throws himself into blood and bullets, immersed in power struggles and rooted in the Dark.
There were always all kinds of girls around him.. sometimes even one or two youths would appear. His smile was romantic and unrestrained, his gaze brilliant yet romantic, he was exceptionally free-spirited when breaking up.
Killing and danger can often make people forget many unpleasant matters, allowing them to focus more on the present.
Heine had thought that this kind of life would last a little longer.
However, there are always certain things that break a sudden peace.
For example.. that girl who looked at him with a smile and said, "Hello, Senior."
The Girl had a stunningly beautiful appearance, with blue eyes as clear and gentle as autumn waters.
So when Heine extended an olive branch to the Girl, almost no one harbored any suspicion—because this guy was a Romantic wanderer among flowers to begin with, because the Newcomer was not only skilled but also possessed looks that were truly heart-stirring.
However, no one knew that everything was due to only one reason.