Dimensional Descent

Despite the cheers of the French, Joan's golden helm hid an unsightly expression. If she wasn't certain before that Leonel's goal differed from her own, she was now.

In truth, even if he did this, it shouldn't have been so obvious so quickly. However, Leonel only had himself to blame once more. The reason Joan was able to realize there was something wrong with his actions was because of those words he spoke to her in English that day.

Nigelle and Reimond simultaneously turned their gazes toward Joan as though trying to gain an explanation. But, what they found in return was her warped expression, making the answer to their question quite obvious.

These two weren't one of them.

On the castle walls, Leonel and Aina stood back to back, facing enemies on all sides.

From front to back, the walls averaged almost ten meters in thickness, so the number of knights and archers here was definitely not just a few. In addition, since there was so much space, the pair didn't gain any advantage due to the landscape.

However…

Leonel and Aina both took a strong step forward. Though it wasn't enough to shake the massive castle walls, the loud boom was enough for the warriors around them to look on in shock. Before they could react, tens more fell from the high walls.

This was only the first day of the siege. Or, rather, it really should have been the first of many days. As a result, most of the warriors on the castle walls were archers. Though there were some knights, they weren't high in number. With this, it became very obvious very quickly just how disadvantaged they were.

Aina and Leonel swept through them as though adults playing with children. The fear filled Englishmen were so shocked by the sudden shift in the battle that they didn't even realize that though many of them were being heavily injured, the majority of them hadn't even died.

"What's their…" Nigelle was confused. What exactly were they trying to do? However, it was at that moment his expression changed. "… The gates! Stop them!"

it, but then his expression became unsightly. There was only a distance maybe 20 meters between him and Leonel, a distance

that there were clusters of Englishmen in his way, there

soul who often did foolish things for the sake of his moral

they wouldn't have time to communicate between themselves to understand what was going on. As a result, they wouldn't be able to

path to the gates would be too easy

jumped up and onto the edge of the wall, sprinting along it at a speed that

who tried to push him off or knock him off balance, but his coordination stat had reached a

the gates!" Leonel

regained their senses. That was right, they were still in the middle of a

to become completely disorganized on an entire segment of the wall. Even if there were more parts left unscathed, it was still a huge pressure

confidence in Leonel's tone or the fact he was very much used

visage darkened even further. This was completely out of her control. What could she do?

much. But in this era, it already took her several years of God-like feats to gain the acknowledgment of these men. She was very much aware that even a single mistake could cause everything she had

defensive tower, dodging the sword of a defending knight and kicking

down a set of winding

in mind. They made it difficult to use your dominant hand to wield your weapon and

coordination stat, none of it seemed to matter

made it to the gear room, finding the large chains

a group of ten silver armored knights, looking

this. Who are you two? Where are you from? Have you not