Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter for 200 powerstones. Next bonus chapter at 300.]

Leonel collapsed on a bed stuffed with hay. The last month had really been far too tiring. And, to make it worse, for fear of exposing himself to Joan as a person who knew much more than he should, he hadn't practiced [Dimensional Cleanse] at all either. This was on top of the fact that he hadn't eaten his fill even once in these past few days.

That said…

[Leonel Morales]

[Strength: 0.95; Speed: 0.91 (+0.1); Agility: 0.99 (+0.1 - partially nullified); Coordination: 1.05; Stamina: 0.99-1.10 (+0.05 - nullified); Reactions: 1.05; Spirit: 0.30; Force: 0.20]

Due to the fact Leonel was running obscene distances almost everyday, the residual medicinal properties of his dad's smoothies began to eek out more and more, causing his strength, speed, agility and stamina to take leaps forward.

But, this wasn't Leonel's greatest discovery. Since running from battlefield to battlefield was so monotonous, and there wasn't exactly great entertainment when they did rest, Leonel spent much of his time calculating the perfect positions for his next eight Force Nodes.

He came to realize over time that the more he used his ability, the stronger it seemed to become. In fact, the bump in his coordination and reactions was precisely due to this indirect increase. On top of this, due to this improvement, he found it hard to pin down his stamina with any sort of accuracy anymore, so he left it as a range.

Because of his calculative mind, Leonel had the ability to make the movements of his body incredibly efficient. It was for this reason his ability impacted his coordination, and likewise his reactions. However, for the same reasons, it could also improve his stamina, but it varied depending on how much of his calculative abilities he focused on making his movements waste less energy.

By now, Leonel was completely certain of the positions of his next seven Force Nodes. He was only having a bit of trouble pinpointing where the last should be.

"Are you two free?"

The sudden words from a familiar voice at the entrance of his and Aina's tent caused Leonel to quickly sit up, sending a glance toward Aina who was lying with her back facing to him. She happened to looked toward him at the same time.

words since that day in the carriage. Leonel didn't exactly know how to feel about

the

tent,

to see you two. I'm not sure why, so don't bury the

role of excited fanboy he always had.

always been quite used to being well liked through

and Aina rose from their makeshift

in encampments on the outside of Reims, but the King who had traveled from Orleans here, and important officials were on the inside of the city. Leonel was surprised to find that Michael

she would stay inside the city. Charles couldn't allow the primary reason he

eventually brought to a mansion. The specifics about it, he was uncertain of. Was she just lounging here? Was it rewarded to her? He didn't know. He could recall the main details of the timeline, but such small matters were long since forgotten

a word, leaving Leonel and Aina to walk into an office area by themselves to find Joan turning around to greet them with a

to have you here. Have you been

to Leonel given certain clues. It was fine if she was a mute, but not understanding the language would be too suspicious. So, when

"That's good, that's good…"

really did do this, but rather that he had subconsciously sharpened his reactions,

breath and sighed. "I've been lying to the two of you for a very long time, for that… I

forgive me, I can take the two of

Archbishop?" Leonel's eyes lit up like a child, as though already forgiving Joan. "We get to meet

stunned for a moment before

through well. However, his mind was

understated. The difference between a Bishop and an Archbishop was massive. Joan would never make such a mistake. That meant she meant to call out the title Bishop. But who was this Bishop that she was willing to allow Leonel