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 moment they began to question him, he suddenly became defensive and even jumped back, broadening a ten meter radius between

spy. But, from another angle,

the end, his gaze turned resolute as

Lamorak, what

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 hiding a bestial aura within

he doesn't retaliate, his heart will never be with Camelot. This

a person. It's better that he

hear any of these words. Even if he wanted to, the

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 to enter this

the end. Maybe

familiar unwillingness swelled in his

did hate this 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 doing what he thought was right. He also didn't look down on

this being said, Leonel still hated this. He hated it so much that even with all the pain ravaging his body, he still had emotions to spare

any good. If anything, it would probably speed

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

had any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe

air above him. It looked like a maze of golden and silver lines. If one had to explain

but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable mountain to Leonel. He felt that even if he spent years meditating on

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