Dimensional Descent

After a moment, Leonel regained his serious expression. Once he did, his senses quickly picked up on a few things.

First, the small squad of four riding war horses toward them was led by a man with billowing blond hair and blue eyes that held a complex light within them.

Secondly, according to what he knew about Lionus, it was impossible for him not to take the helm in greeting these knights. This wasn't because the Prince felt the need to take control of everything, but rather because Leonel felt that Lionus was a man who placed emphasis on relationships and respect, not much unlike Leonel himself.

For a man like Lionus, as the leader of their squad, he would of course observe proper etiquette and greet these knights of Camelot. After all, in the future when he was named King, these men would be the backbone of the Kingdom. And, even now, they were putting their lives on the line, fighting day in and day out In the most dangerous border regions.

Yet, not only had Lionus not stepped forward, he even seemed reluctant to do so. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of doing so, but that he was reluctant to do so.

After reaching this conclusion, Leonel observed the man coming toward them once again and immediately noticed something else. This man's strength… even faintly surpassed Lamorak's!

At that moment, noticing his looks, Leonel had a faint inkling of something.

'Please don't tell me he's Lancelot…'

Leonel felt another headache coming on.

Leonel shook his head. 'Things still shouldn't be so simple. I don't believe that even if things are as I think they are that Lionus would be so unable to hide his emotions. This is even doubly so for a Knight of the Round Table like Lancelot.'

When Leonel had this thought, he began to calmly observe everything else.

Two of the knights who followed Lancelot out had deadpan expression, but the third had a gaze that reminded Leonel of a snake. He calmly looked Lionus up and down as though he was measuring up goods in a flea market.

It was difficult to tell anything else from his gaze, but for some reason, he didn't have eyes for anyone else. Even the two beauties — Elys and Mary — had no ability to catch his attention.

his gaze, but Leonel couldn't put his finger on it. Could

light. To his hips,

him, but louder his primitive instincts

He was dangerous.

Lionus, locking eyes with Leonel. In that moment, Leonel felt as though his body had been dunked into a vat

to a crawl. Though their gazes only met for a split

possible. It made him give Leonel a once over, trying to see whether there

their silent clash had to come to an

"Crown Prince, you've come."

hop down from his horse, kneeling down to a single

I shouldn't keep subconsciously thinking he's Lancelot. Who knows, I might get lucky and dodge this

don't do this, Sir Lancelot. I'm not

Leonel

an amiable smile, looking over the

Leonel? I've heard a lot about you. That old

words. It seemed

a

say his mace was a

bit stunned by Leonel's response for a moment before he erupted into a

the part of arrogant and pretty playboy perfectly. Yet, he erupted with the same laughter

charisma is affecting even me. No

others knew what Leonel was thinking, he'd probably get sentenced to death where

patted Leonel's shoulder. "I