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 of his

lined the walls spoke as one,

was actually quite historically accurate. It seemed that even though this was a Mythological

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

angry very easily. Even

curious. Seeing the latter step forward,

"Greetings."

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

Prince greets His Holiness." Lionus' smile widened, his actions mirroring

kiss feet. However, he still had to

intent swirled around the room. It seemed to want to

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

'Hm?'

much of a reaction to the killing intent. His eyes

it before because the room and Pope Margrave was too bright, but behind the throne, there were two young girls standing completely still. Their little feet stood on the cold

the fragrance coming from the two baskets. It seemed that they were the

off guard like this. The main reason was because he recognized one of the girls. In fact, the little girl was also looking toward Leonel with a

adorable little girl always seemed to be able to make him smile. Even though she had played the role of obstacle to

of the Adurna family blushed seeing Leonel's gaze and her eyes darted around as though

such a situation? Did he not want his life anymore? Even the

this little girl exposed him, it could be troublesome. Although she couldn't do so directly without exposing herself, there were other ways for her to

wasn't that naive. Though he had taken a liking to this little girl due to her innocence, it wasn't

it. It was already too late to do much. He could only stay on his