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.

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

to be a spy. But, from another angle,

turned resolute as he

what

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

doesn't retaliate, his heart

It's

these words. Even if he wanted to,

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

had thoughts of just staying here to the end. Maybe death

familiar unwillingness swelled in his

At the same time, it wasn't like Lamorak was a horrible person. He was only doing what he

hated it so much that even with all the pain ravaging

that? Fury wouldn't do him any good. If anything, it would

need… to get

get up and being able to were two completely different concepts. No amount

of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't so great, his thoughts would have already

drifted, looking toward the large, complicated Dream Sculpt hanging in the air above him. It looked like a maze 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

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, it wouldn't do him any

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