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.

that it wasn't. The 'side', 'main' and 'hidden' quests all had their own purpose. Their ultimate task was to deal with the anomaly in the timeline and save the present from being eaten away

well be a

his new morals faced. Was his conscience really fine with taking on this burden? Was he really okay with

not

it might be, warranted Leonel following to the end of this path. If danger lied at the

naive decision, a foolish one even. The smartest thing to do was to take out the spear he had used

be guaranteed. Whether they succeeded or failed in recapturing Paris, they would be able

"We're here."

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

Even I am not allowed to see him freely. Take hold of

Aina, bowing slightly to them almost out of an

I hope I'm

just brought her shoulders level with Leonel's, but she didn't dare to turn and face him despite the fact his

tone… It held a level of command and conviction to it that Joan couldn't

opinion, Leonel was almost perfect in every aspect. His abilities, his loving and caring demeanor, he was even handsome.