Dimensional Descent

The paladin took a final step forward, pressing his hands against two large wooden doors and pushing.

A flood of light assaulted Leonel's vision, forcing him to squint. By the time his vision cleared, he could only shake his head.

The room was far too bright. Unlike the room he had woken up in after his battle with Lamorak, he found it difficult even open his eyes without a stinging pain assaulting them.

Embroidery of gold and silver raced across the room, forming up into a wide set of stairs that ended in a tall throne with a backrest that reached up to the ceiling.

On the throne, there sat a handsome middle aged man. In fact, Leonel found that just handsome didn't do him much justice. Even the movie stars of Earth women swooned over would look like piles of cowdung before this man. If Leonel placed great emphasis on his own looks, it was likely that even he would start to feel a bit inferior.

The man had a head of bright white hair. And, though his eyes were partially closed, Leonel could see that his irises held a deep silver color to them. The only thing that impeded his handsome disposition somewhat was the large headdress on his head.

Seeing this man, Leonel understood a bit of why The Church didn't take him as a Holy Son very seriously. The Spirit Pressure coming from this man was at the standard of a Three Star Magus.

Everything made sense now. This man was the fourth Holy Son of Camelot, a Three Star Magus of the Light Element, Pope Margrave.

However, what happened next truly left Leonel speechless.

The paladin respectfully crossed the bright room, climbed the first few steps leading to the Pope's throne, then respectfully knelt and kissed his feet. It was only then Leonel realized that the Pope wasn't wearing any footwear to speak of, his feet shone like gems at the base of his throne as though expecting to be worshipped.

"…?"

No matter what era Leonel was born in, something like kissing another's feet crossed his own bottomline.

The paladin retreated to the side, taking up his post among the guards that lined the walls of the room. He stood at attention and became like a statue in the blink of an eye. It was as though what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Greet His Holiness!"

Leonel out

that lined the walls spoke as one, their voices rolling

It seemed that even though this was a Mythological Zone, it still touched on things that were

still a teenage boy. He had already buried his discontent for so long. If he also had to kiss this man's

get angry very easily. Even

Seeing the latter step

"Greetings."

stairs, nor did he kneel. In his mind, setting down his pride to greet this Pope first was already

Lionus' smile widened, his actions

need to kneel or kiss feet. However, he still had to show this Pope due respect, whether it be as a

killing intent swirled around the room. It seemed to

raised his head, but he noticed that the Pope's eyes were still half closed. The killing intent wasn't coming from him. Rather, it was coming from the paladins who stood against the walls

'Hm?'

killing intent. His eyes weren't

Pope Margrave was too bright, but behind the throne, there were two young girls standing completely still. Their little feet stood on the cold marbled floors, their bodies

here, Leonel could smell the fragrance coming from the two baskets. It seemed that they were

reason Leonel was caught off guard like this. The main reason was because he recognized one of the girls. In fact, the

blue eyes, Leonel couldn't help but smile. This adorable little girl always seemed to be able to make him smile. Even though she had played the role

gaze and

couldn't help but chuckle, causing the paladins around the room to be shocked. Laughing in such a situation? Did he not want his life anymore? Even the Pope couldn't help but open his eyes

If this little girl exposed him, it could be troublesome.

little girl due to her innocence, it wasn't like

end, Leonel chose not to worry about it. It was already too late to do much. He could