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

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

end, his gaze turned resolute as he raised his mace once

what are

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

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 that

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

escaped into his Dream World. 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 took a lot of his mental faculties to

thoughts of just staying here to the end. Maybe death would be less painful in this

familiar unwillingness swelled

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

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

do him any

to get

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

any consciousness to speak of was shocking enough. Maybe if his spirit wasn't

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 beneath a planet's surface, then took everything away but the tunnels

Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an insurmountable mountain to Leonel. He felt that even if

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