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.

because of his weird actions. The moment they began to question him, he suddenly became defensive and even jumped

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

gaze turned resolute as he raised his mace

what are

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

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

person. It's

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

It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot of his mental faculties to enter this

staying here to the end.

familiar unwillingness

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

that even with

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

need… to

were they? Wanting to get up and being able to were two completely different concepts. No amount of will could mend his

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

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 took

99% to completion, but that final

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