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 finger on it. Could the oddity

To his hips, two swords hung. But, they

Leonel looked at him, but louder his primitive instincts screamed.

He was dangerous.

In that moment, Leonel felt as though his body had been dunked into a vat of ice water. His blood vessels involuntarily

Though their gazes only met for a split second, it felt like an

didn't try his best to look away as soon as possible. It made him give Leonel a once over, trying to see whether there was something special about the young man

at that moment, their silent clash had to come

"Crown Prince, you've come."

the small squad, took the initiative to hop down from

he's Lancelot. Who knows, I might get lucky

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

not…' Leonel smiled

amiable smile, looking over the

this Official Mage Leonel? I've heard a lot about you. That

with snake-like eyes narrowed his gaze at these words. It seemed

smiled, a

you could say his mace was a bit dirtied by

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

odd sight to see. Lancelot, with his looks, could play the part of arrogant and pretty playboy perfectly. Yet, he erupted with the same laughter one would expect from a man with

me. No wonder Queen Guinevere fell for

thinking, he'd probably get sentenced to

shoulder. "I like you,