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.

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

Leonel to be a spy. But, from another angle, would a real spy really act

gaze turned resolute as he raised his

Lamorak, what are

reveal their inner thoughts. It's clear that not only is this

kind of attitude, he isn't a person who forgives easily. Even if he doesn't retaliate, his heart will never be with Camelot. This

person. It's better

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

that the pain lessened when he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot

to the end. Maybe death would be less painful

familiar unwillingness swelled

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 Leonel,

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

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

to get

thoughts, what good were they? Wanting to get up and being able to were two completely different concepts. No amount of will

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

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

was none other than the Natural Force Art of the Force Crystal Mine Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage

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