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!"

roar shook Leonel out

paladins that lined the walls spoke as

realized that kissing a pope's feet was actually quite historically accurate. It seemed that even though this was a

day, Leonel was still a teenage boy. He had already buried his discontent for so long. If he also had to

was a person who didn't get angry very easily. Even now, he wasn't necessarily enraged.

observed Leonel for a while, seemingly curious. Seeing the latter step forward,

"Greetings."

salute he could think of, greeting the Pope. But, he didn't climb the stairs, nor did he kneel. In his mind,

His Holiness." Lionus' smile

had no need to kneel or kiss feet. However, he still had to show this Pope due respect, whether it be as a magus

a surge of killing intent swirled around the room. It seemed to want to completely

were still half closed. The killing intent wasn't coming from him. Rather, it was coming from the paladins who stood against the walls of

'Hm?'

of a reaction to the killing intent. His eyes weren't on the

were two young girls standing completely still. Their little feet stood on the cold marbled floors, their bodies adorned with a white gown. Each of them held a flower basket in their hands that

smell the fragrance coming from the two baskets. It seemed that they were the reason this room seemed

off guard like this. The main reason was because he recognized one of the

little girl who almost caused Leonel to miss out on the Zone entirely. Seeing her familiar blue hair and large 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 of obstacle to him, he couldn't bring himself to be mad at such a

blushed seeing Leonel's gaze and her eyes darted around

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

it could be troublesome. Although she couldn't do so directly without exposing herself, there were

a liking to this little girl due to her innocence, it wasn't like he didn't realize the

It was already too late to do much. He could only