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.

of his weird actions. The moment

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

But in the end, his gaze turned resolute as

what

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

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

a person. It's

of these words. Even if

he did so. It wasn't that his body had healed, but rather that it took a lot of his mental faculties to enter this space. So, his other

just staying here to the end. Maybe death

familiar unwillingness swelled in

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 person. He was only doing what he thought was right. He also

so much that even with all the pain ravaging his body, he still had emotions to spare for

him any good. If anything, it would probably speed

to

completely different concepts. No amount of

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

drifted, 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

Core. It was about 99% to completion, but that final percentage point felt like an

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