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.

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

spy. But, from another angle, would a

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

Lamorak, what are you

there are some 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

a person who forgives easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his heart

It's better

these words. Even if he wanted to,

did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot of his mental faculties

staying here to the end. Maybe death would be less

unwillingness swelled

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

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

do him any

to get

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

any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit

If one had to explain it in just a

was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt

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