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.

he thought about it, the reason he was so hostile to Leonel was because of his weird actions. The moment they began

a spy. But, from another angle, would a real spy really

frowned. But in the end, his gaze turned

what

suspicious points, there are even more points 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 man hiding something, but judging by his initial reaction, he's also

kind of attitude, he isn't a person who forgives easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his

a person. It's better that he

any of these words. Even if

to find that the pain lessened when he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it

the end. Maybe

familiar unwillingness swelled in his

not liking pain. At the same time, it wasn't like Lamorak was a horrible person. He was only doing what he thought was right. He also didn't look down on Leonel, nor did he disdain

Leonel still hated this. He hated it so much that even with all the pain ravaging

wouldn't do him any

need… to

thoughts, what good were they? Wanting to get up and being able to were two completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his bones

he had any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't so great, his thoughts would have

like a maze of golden and silver lines. If one had to explain it in just a few words, it would be like if

was none other than the Natural Force Art of the Force Crystal Mine Core. It was about 99% to completion, but

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