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.

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

already assumed Leonel to be a spy. But, from another angle, would a real spy

turned resolute

what are you

more points in favor of him being a spy. Your [Paranoia Fog] spell forces one to reveal their inner thoughts. It's clear

easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his heart will never

a person. It's

words. Even if he

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

had thoughts of just staying here to the end.

that familiar unwillingness swelled in

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

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

Fury wouldn't do him any good. If anything, it would probably speed up his

need… to get

able to were two completely different concepts. No amount

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

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

to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable mountain to Leonel. He felt that

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