Dimensional Descent

'She's gone in a circle six times already… She really takes me for a fool…'

Leonel gazed toward Joan's slender back.

In reality, maybe it wasn't Joan's fault. Leonel's calculative abilities were too sharp and he hadn't revealed anything about his true powers just yet.

However, where she was at fault was in the fact that though Leonel portrayed himself as innocent and somewhat ignorant, he never pretended to be stupid. This Joan was looking down on him too much. Leonel was certain that he would see something wrong with her actions even without his abilities.

The tug of war in Leonel's mind raged on. On the one hand, he truly couldn't bring himself to see her as an enemy. But, another side of him was constantly hiding the most important aspects of himself as though instinctually.

Leonel felt that his ability was somewhat tempering his more emotional side, and he decided that he didn't particularly dislike that fact. But, he still needed to make a decision.

Should he continue to follow Joan? Or… Should he steel himself and kill her here?

Without Joan, completing the hidden quest would be next to impossible. The morale of the Frenchmen was almost entirely reliant on her. And Charles wasn't eager to attack Paris to begin with.

However, a hidden quest was ultimately a hidden quest. They could leave this place without completing it. Though, Leonel wasn't exactly sure of the ramifications for doing so.

had their own purpose. Their ultimate task was to deal with the anomaly in the timeline and

decisions based on the information he had. And, according to Aina, this Sub-Dimensional Zone might very well be a Unique Zone. In such a case, with so many potential variables, the quicker they

new morals faced. Was his conscience really fine with taking on this burden? Was he really okay with taking the life of a woman he had

I'm not

with her, shallow as it might be, warranted Leonel following to the end of this path. If

the spear he had used Aina's special pockets to help hide and stab

or failed in recapturing Paris, they would be able to leave this

"We're here."

if wandering around randomly… almost like how hidden Joan's smile was in this darkness. Leonel could only barely make out the whites of her

Archbishop has very strict rules. Even I am not allowed to see him freely. Take hold of this

them almost out of an odd habit that didn't seem to

hope

a striking English. The change was so jarring that Joan froze. She had only just brought her shoulders level with Leonel's, but she didn't dare to

tone… It held a level of command and conviction to it that Joan couldn't overlap with the Leonel she had come to

His abilities, his loving and caring demeanor, he was even