Dimensional Descent

Chapter 223

Leonel's mind went blank. Was he really going to die here?

He was unwilling. Even more unwilling than he felt when his bloodline shackles tried to force him to take a step back. He was continuously roaring in his heart.

However, his body was really in no state to move. No matter how unwilling he was, there was a limit to what will could accomplish.

'He's still alive?' Lamorak raised an eyebrow.

He still didn't manage to kill Leonel after going all out like this?

Just when he wanted to swing again, though, a voice suddenly called out to stop him.

"Hold on, Sir Lamorak. There's still some value in questioning this young man, don't you think?"

"Questioning him? For what, exactly?"

"Don't you think there are still some odd points about this? If he really was a spy, his actions are a bit too odd. Plus, I'm sure you know it's not possible for our Camelot to not have a single spy within it, right? With such a high value spy like this young man, why would he come here on his own instead of relying on one of those connections to establish a footing first?"

Lamorak felt that Aliard's words made sense.

Leonel was because of his weird actions. The moment they began to

already assumed Leonel to be a spy. But,

frowned. But in the end, his gaze turned resolute as he raised his mace

what are

in favor of him being a spy. Your [Paranoia Fog] spell forces one to reveal their inner thoughts. It's clear that not only is this young

doesn't retaliate, his heart will never be with

a person. It's better that

any of these words. Even if

that the pain lessened when he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot of

to the end. Maybe death

familiar unwillingness swelled in

feeling. He couldn't explain why he hated it so much, either. It wasn't as simple as him not liking pain. At the same time, it wasn't like Lamorak was a horrible person. He was only

hated this. He hated it so much that even with all the pain ravaging his body,

what good was that? Fury wouldn't do him any good. If

need… to get

two completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his bones and flesh. His body

truth, the fact that he had any consciousness to speak of was shocking

of golden and silver lines. If one had to explain it in just a few words, it would be like if one created a complex network of tunnels beneath a planet's surface, then took

Art of the Force Crystal Mine Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable mountain to Leonel. He felt that even if he spent years meditating on it,

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