Dimensional Descent

The Church was located within the core of Camelot, some distance away from the Castle. They stood on two opposing sides of the city like two pillars holding up the world. Regardless of which it was, Leonel could feel an oppressive aura weighing down on him as though neither would be satisfied unless he bowed his head.

It was true that Leonel didn't grow up in a world that emphasized the importance of bowing, but what he didn't like was being forced to do anything. He subconsciously straightened his back beneath this pressure, his shoulders standing broad and wide.

Lionus blinked slightly when he saw Leonel's reactions. But, aside from a small smile, he didn't say anything else.

Due to the oppression he felt at the gates, Leonel had subconsciously expected to walk into a warzone of sorts, but what he had never expected was that even after an hour, no one had come to receive him and Lionus.

Leonel wasn't sure how to react to such a thing. Wasn't he a Holy Son? Wasn't he one of the only four in this Kingdom with this title? Why was it that he was suddenly being treated like this?

Leonel sent a gaze toward Lionus who sat to his side, but the latter only had his eyes slightly closed and didn't seem to have much of a reaction. This left Leonel stunned. He didn't feel uncomfortable about this even as the Crown Prince?

The waiting room the two Holy Sons sat in could hardly be called as such. The walls were decorated with polished stone in neat arrangements, the wooden furniture radiated a pleasant fragrance that carried hints of nature, and the tea placed before them — although cold by now — was quite good.

Of course, these were just Leonel's speculations. He knew nothing about tea at all. He could probably count the number of times he had drunk tea on his two hands without much issue. He only knew that it felt quite smooth running down his throat and had a faint sweetness to it even though he hadn't used sugar.

In the end, since Lionus didn't say anything, Leonel didn't say anything either. But within his heart, he already felt discontent.

wasn't about whether he was a Holy Son or not. He just

his youth, his father had ingrained those two concepts — Respect and Persistence — into his very soul. He always had a particularly bad reaction when someone was lacking in them. Though is was a bit difficult to call out someone who lacked

attend to or if their visit was sudden. However, not only had they not sent anyone to inform

was here waiting with him and that he couldn't afford to make enemies of The Church within this Zone, he would have already left

third. It wasn't until a few minutes into the fourth that there was finally movement at the doors they entered to come to this waiting

wearing silver armor with gold engravings pushed the door open. A large shield in the shape of a triangle with curved edges was attached to his back and a proud halo hung

type treasure Aina used during their escape from the Fort.

they get something like that…?' Leonel

base, Leonel understood many things now his

a special affinity. Or rather, lack thereof. Meaning, if he was a mage, his robes would

and had decent Spirit Pressure that he could make use of

had no affinities so

Margrave will see you

close to grasping something. It wasn't until a few seconds later

it seemed those few seconds were already enough for this paladin to be

to wait over three hours, yet a few