[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 187: Clause Memoria (6)

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"Our family has a long history, and it will take some time to explain. At its core, our great-grandfather, the one who became the beginning of all the success that all our family members had, he said, had built his business shortly after he was released from the detention camp after World War 2 was over."

Olivia gloomily began to explain, while everyone listened to her attentively.

For them, middle class society, this is something interesting to note.

On the other hand, Anzu nodded. "Starting his business at the age of 28, he started everything with a clinic and company that revolved in the medical and pharmaceutical fields, then died at the age of 103, leaving his extended family in abounding success."

It sounded like an unreal fairy tale, but what Anzu told was in accordance with what they knew while still on earth.

Even though he died in 2023, the story of his success is still often discussed in their lifetime, namely 2030.

"That's the truth, but .. What does this have to do with the death of Hakui? Can you not make it up? "

Different from usual, Olivia this time really showed a very clear expression of anxiety. Even an insensitive person can see his impatience.

Anzu smiled, and replied, "As I said before. The world and the political system that we had back then was really cruel. Prior to his death, Hakui was investigating members of certain parties who were likely to engage in illegal transactions with other countries. But, unfortunately he wasn't lucky."

"The person he investigated—officials we still do not know his identity, aware of the suspicious movements of Hakui. It was then that Hakui conducted his investigation in secret, which is why he did not have any support."

"Acknowledged that they managed to sniff their tracks, and infiltrated one of the hotel buildings that was likely to be a meeting location for the target. But, unfortunately that's where she'll end up."

Without bothering to hide his disgusted expression, Anzu sighed.

"We don't know the details, but he has been found lifeless in the basement of the hotel building. There were several marks of gunfire on his back, and his head also suffered extremely severe damage due to the blunt force blow. After knowing all that, you still dare to think that it was a work accident? "

That's a valid point, Olivia can't argue. He is now aware of it, he still lacks information, and knows nothing so he can easily accept statements from the police.

However, it raised a question in his head. How did Anzu know all that? When Olivia asked, Anzu only smiled sadly.

"That's because my father was the one who replaced Hakui in the Police Department. That was also the reason why I was able to get involved quite deeply with Izaya. My father knew Izaya as a foreign child that Hadui cared for."

Smiling wryly for a moment, Anzu then continued, "This may be unimportant information, but I first met and got to know Iza during a visit to Hakui's tomb with my father. It was a few days before our entrance ceremony to school."

For a moment, Anzu almost lost control of her mind and almost imagined all of it, but she immediately shook her head to erase the slowly arising memory.

At that moment, Olivia anxiously asked, "Then, what does this have to do with the death of Izaya's biological parents? "

(I also want to ask the same thing .. I'm sure they are curious too.)

Iris tried to control her expression to show a sense of 'disinterest', but it didn't fully work because her gaze occasionally traced the scene that was still going on, and the figure of Anzu who had a melancholy expression.

Anzu was silent for a moment, visibly thinking before answering. "We don't know either. But Iza insisted there was something wrong with her parents' death. That was why, he spent several years investigating, even though he ultimately did not manage to find anything."

"Then … "

Olivia tried to interrupt. He wants to express his confusion about why Anzu can say that the death of Izaya's parents was not an accident.

However, before he managed to reveal the confusion, Anzu had already spoken first.

"But we found some clues, which then indicated that the deaths of his parents were not an accident. You, or all of you might not care about the report, but there's actually no details on the accident case."

"No communication took place between the pilot and the control center, and no blackboxes should have been found there after the crash. Negligence? Impossible, all aircraft—especially high-end passenger aircraft—always have extra security assets paired. The blackbox was supposed to be there before departure."

Shortly after Anzu explained it, Olivia muttered, clearly beginning to understand the outline of this incident.

"Sabotage … "

Olivia wanted to ask more about it, but suddenly an oddity occurred.

The projected scene began to be covered and seemed to fuse with a strange wave, before finally showing a very clear rift sign.

Along with that crack, the scene suddenly stopped. Everything turned black-and-white, a very clear monochrome color.

The scene that was being projected featured the figure of Shion leaning her head on Izaya's shoulder, as her hands hugged the penguin doll she had just obtained. His eyes were blank, focusing on the gravestone Hadui had before him.

"What's going on? "

Not understanding the situation, all of them could only watch their surroundings in bewilderment; and before long, the projected scene was instantly shattered like a thin, fragile glass.

The scene that was being projected was instantly replaced by a strange, pitch-black scene—the extremely dense darkness—seemed to have no limits at all.

All of that made Olivia alert for a moment, but immediately loosened her guard when she realized that nothing had happened.

A second later, the light re-filled up, and the projected scene instantly changed.

The figures of Izaya and Shion who had attended the funeral before, were already absent. It was replaced by the view of a grand mansion which was lavish and decorated by the stunning beauty of the garden.

Although it was luxurious, it was not a sight that would shock them. As nobles in this country, they were already very used to such a scene.

However, this was not the case for Olivia.

His expression clearly showed great shock, at the same time also having a clear sense of anxiety and worry.

"This … "

This sight before him was something he was already very familiar with, and he had almost forgotten about.

It was his main family mansion, owned by Mikhail Wecker in Germany.

Olivia suddenly realized the situation, and now could only laugh dryly while smiling wryly.

"After you, it's my memory's turn, yes … "

The projected scene, had changed from Anzu's memories, to her own.

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In that projected scene, a boy who seemed to be four or five years old could be seen.

His face was quite cute for a man, and his black hair accompanied by pale skin also looked very suitable to each other.

However, the one thing that made the boy look scary was his gaze. His eyes were red, but it showed no sign of any life, completely empty and lifeless.

It was not the kind of gaze that a minor could have. They all naturally thought that way.

The boy was seen sitting on the floor, staring blankly at a large book lying on the floor. From the movement of his eyes, accompanied by his little finger tracing the line to the line of the book, it can be concluded that he was reading it.

But, could a brat of his age really be or interested in reading such a thick book? It doesn't feel possible. They have the same idea for that.

"His face looks familiar … "

Werli was a little confused, and tried to dig into his memory to recognize the identity of the boy, but Olivia had already interjected first, not letting him find the identity of the boy himself.

"He is Izaya. Izaya as a child."

In almost an instant, a reaction of confusion exploded between everyone.

"He ... Izaya? Waita minute! That's impossible, isn't it?! "

His face was identical, but they did not want to admit it.

After all, the boy had a completely different image from the figure of Izaya they remembered.

Anzu nodded for a moment, before agreeing with his words.

"I've seen his picture firsthand as a kid, so there's no doubt, he's Iza. But ... It's a little beyond my expectations … "

Even Anzu himself was confused by that.

The scene resumed, and two doors connecting the room where little Izaya was with the outside world opened.

A beam of light entered the room, making Izaya flustered for a moment. He turned his gaze away from the thick book, and saw two figures walking up to him from the door.

"Young Master, you are asked to come out immediately and meet with 'important guests'. Do you need anything? "

The two figures were two people in simple servant clothes suits. One was an old man with a real aura of wisdom, and the other was a young woman with a calm expression and exuding a warm atmosphere.

The two approached Izaya, and the old man spoke to her.

"Who's guest? "

"You'll know when you see it."

The two maids did not speak anymore, and the young woman approached Izaya to help her walk.

Izaya, with one hand held by the young woman, walked out of the room, while the old man had stayed to finish the book he had read before.

At first, their conversation was heard using language that Anzu and other reincarnators could not understand, but seconds later their ears immediately adapted and automatically translated it into a language they understood.

After feeling the immediate effect, they inevitably thought how extraordinary the translation ability given by Anastasia was.

Olivia was seen pondering for a moment, before finally staring at the projected scene with a hint of disbelief.

"This … "

He had not finished speaking yet, the scene changed again.

This time, Izaya and the two servants had been on a path that was in a large beautiful garden. The cottage is made of white marble with a luxurious traditional design that makes them feel back to the past.

In front of Izaya, stood two figures of people of different genders.

The man who was there looked like a young man with around 30 years of age, but his sturdy shoulders and posture made him look younger than he should be. In addition, his facial features can also be said to be handsome and dazzling, making Izaya even silent for a moment when she saw him.

Next to the man, stood a woman who also looked very young. Her smile was gentle, just like the man beside her. His wavy black hair reached his back, and those gleaming, ice-crystal earrings were seen hanging on his ears.

Initially, the two stared at Izaya with a warm smile on their faces. However, that expression immediately turned into a fairly obvious sadness.

The obvious change was in the woman. He no longer put on his smile, and instead looked almost crying when he saw the figure of Izaya.

"Mama … "

It felt like someone had just muttered behind those who witnessed the projection, but they were unable to respond and instead focused on the scene.

the atmosphere around the man in the scene turned gloomy in an instant. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he turned around.

"I thought it would be like this, I'll talk to them. You can talk first."

With those words, the man walked away, followed by the old man who became the servant.

The woman nodded, and looked back at Izaya. For an unspecified time, the two stared at each other with different emotions emanating from the two.

Izaya didn't know anything, she just confusedly looked at the woman, while the woman herself looked completely sad and regretful upon seeing Izaya.

(Is there something wrong with my appearance? )

It felt like such a thought could be heard from his little figure.

After some time, the woman finally took a deep breath and exhaled it to calm herself down.

"Huff ... Okay .. First of all .. Good morning, Izaya. You may not remember me, but I'm your aunt."

The sudden words from the woman made Izaya flinch for a moment. He knew that he had a lot of family members out there, but he never saw the woman in front of him.

Moreover, this woman clearly gave him a different look from everyone in her family.

"You may be confused, but you don't have to worry, you can spend time adapting. Right ... For now .. I ... I'm really sorry … "

The woman began to stutter, and her red eyes slowly began to be unable to stem the tears that were slowly dripping due to the weight of the sentence she had to say.

He took a deep breath and looked back at Izaya, clearly trying to hold back his cries.

"Your mother was already considered my own sister, and at first she'd leave you to me if anything happened to her. But ... I'm really sorry .. I'm sorry I just showed up now. A lot of things happened, and I barely had a chance to go to Germany and see you … "

He really looked panicked as he explained that. After all, Izaya still did not change her expression. He could only stare at the woman confusedly, without being able to understand the meaning of her words.

His mind was blank, while the woman continued to speak. Until finally…

"Ayano, come out."

In response to the woman's call, a small figure that looked smaller than Izaya appeared. Apparently he had been hiding behind the bushes all this time.

What appeared there was a little girl, looking the same age as Izaya.

Her face and expression were truly cute, making her look like a small animal that knew nothing. Several white petals were seen clinging to her black hair.

He curiously walked towards the woman, who was his mother, while feeling a bewildered look from Izaya.

"So that was you when you were a kid, yeah … "

Iris muttered as she glanced at Olivia who seemed to be focusing on the projected scene.

As soon as the little girl—Ayano— reached right beside her mother, she somewhat hesitantly looked at Izaya, before finally staring at her mother in a daze.

Her mother smiled wryly, and she looked back at Izaya.

"This girl is my daughter, her name is Ayano. Since he's almost the same age as you, I hope you can get along with him."

This was the first time Izaya had met Ayano, a girl who would bring about a major change in her life.

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"What are you doing? "

In a reading room in the villa, the real figure of the little girl Ayano was seen playing around with the chess pawn in front of her, while her gaze was directed at Izaya several times. It was clear that he could not hide his interest in what Izaya was doing.

Izaya himself is reading a book that may be 300 to 400 pages thick. He flipped through the pages as if trying to ascertain something.

Ayano, who had already moved to his side, astonishedly asked, "You can read it? "

This time Izaya stopped, she turned to Ayano and put on an expression that seemed to be looking at a strange creature.

"You can't? "

Ayano. "No. Mama says don't rush, there's still plenty of time to learn."

Izaya paused for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the book before her. With a little sadness, he muttered, "They really allowed you to do that, yes … "

Although his murmur had a very low volume, Ayano very clearly heard it. He put on a puzzled expression and got closer to Izaya.

Now his face is only a few inches away from Izaya's side face.

"Can't you stop learning? "

Izaya shook her head with an astonished expression on her face. His expression seemed to be looking at something strange. "No, I have to follow all his schedules, or they'll get mad."

At the moment saying that, Izaya glanced at a long paper affixed to a bookcase. The paper is affixed to the bottom so that it can be reached even by Izaya alone.

On the paper, various activities are listed along with numbers that indicate the time when the activity will begin.

It was a schedule that completely governed Izaya's life. He had to meet all those schedules so that the people who gave him the task would not feel disappointed in him.

The first activity on the schedule was a small stretch, which was done after Izaya woke up, exactly at half six in the morning. Then followed by breakfast with other family members at seven o'clock exactly, and followed by basic education lessons with a private tutor, right at eight.

After that, there are many other activities, such as: a course of musical instruments with violin and piano, exercises of the basics of fighting, lunch, a 30-minute courtesy class, etc, which will then be interspersed with naps to maintain his health. After that, he could spend the rest of his time on various other useful activities, such as reading a book all day in the family library, following the gardener and butler taking care of the garden, eating snacks, and so on, and go around the garden to rest his body and mind.

Those are all schedules that are actually too tight for a child. In fact, the butler and a few other servants actually refused to apply this schedule to Izaya's life.

But, what can I do? All were the decisions of the house's ruler, Mikhail Wecker, who was Izaya's own great-grandfather.

"After seeing the schedule he had as a child .. I'm no wonder he always got perfect grades in his studies at school … "

Waka concernedly nodded as he watched the projected schedule of Izaya activities.

Olivia's face was still gloomy, and her expression grew cloudy as she looked at it. He really wanted to scold his little self there for acting insensitive towards Izaya.

The small projected Ayano looked puzzled for a moment, before finally distancing her face from Izaya. He looked around, and cheerfully said, "No one's looking, let's play! "

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