Dimensional Descent

The blood and carnage was nauseating.

The bodies of brave knights were minced into pieces beneath rains of arrows and the ballistic balls of destructive cannons. Their mad roars filled the skies as they charged toward their deaths. They seemed to be filled with courage and a sacrificial will, it was the kind of thing that brought a man and his family honor in any era. But Leonel… Just found the scene to be sad to look upon.

What were they fighting for? Their country, of course. Maybe on a deeper layer, it was for their God. But was it worth it?

Leonel wasn't the kind of person who looked down on others for their faith. He was questioning more so if their God even wanted this.

Leonel shook his head. 'It isn't that they believe their God wants this… It's that they're being manipulated into believing so by those they trust the most…'

Before this, Leonel still had a hard time blaming Joan. Even though her actions almost led to his death, he had always been a forgiving person. Since he was still standing here, there was no harm, right? In that case, there was still a chance at mending their friendship.

Many would call this sort of mentality foolish. And if they did, Leonel wouldn't argue with them. He too found it to be foolish. But, this was just his nature.

However, after seeing this scene, the last wisp of understanding he had for Joan vanished. Whatever reasons she had no longer mattered to him. She knew how devastating her actions would be, yet she carried them out anyway.

How many innocent people would die today? A few thousand? More than that?

Leonel had always heard that the wars of the past were child's play compared to wars during and following World War I. But, even if these death counts couldn't compare to the millions who lost their lives during those pyrrhic monstrosities, reading numbers from a textbook and witnessing it for yourself were two completely different experiences.

It was… unforgivable.

'I can't keep letting them die like this while I do nothing but stand here and watch.'

"Aina…" Leoenel looked over with an apologetic smile at the dainty fairy that stood by his side.

in his heart. She wasn't wearing her usual long flowing dress, the kind that clung to her curves with the slightest gust

was quite tangled. Some of it even stuck to her

The massive, murderous ax on her back was too good at

explained as 'like' anymore even if

it." Aina said calmly without

have nothing to do with the situation. Even

he looked away from Aina's side profile and

"Aina."

exceptionally kind side to him, but there was another side that was full of resolve. It was that side of him that stood in

relationship between you and your family. But, I do

me, do you think I would let the

times. She didn't need anyone to keep count for her, she knew the number herself. She should have gotten used to it by now. However, it had been over a

red. It seemed like

away, but where would she run now? She couldn't leave Leonel behind in such a dangerous

a while, she was so stifled that she stomped her foot against the ground, causing it to

that this petite fairy before him

and those fluttering emotions in his heart faded. He knew how foolish his next actions would be. Originally, he should have waited for maybe even a few days of battle to pass by, only then would both sides be damaged enough for his plan to

strings of another. If he really did allow them to suffer for his own

"Let's go."

regained her composure following closely

were immediately noticed by Joan and the two

like a flash, Leonel and Aina crossed the defensive line of the tall

"For France!"