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.

moment they began to question him, he suddenly became defensive and

that moment, he had already assumed Leonel to be a spy. But,

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

Lamorak, what are

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

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

a person. It's better that he

Even if he wanted to, the

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 it

the end. Maybe death would be less

familiar unwillingness swelled in his

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

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

do him any good. If anything, it would probably

to get

to were two completely different

speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't so great,

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

completion, but

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