Dimensional Descent

At that moment, another teleportation array was lit. This time, a whole host of young and old knights walked out. It was very obvious that they came from the knight academy.

It wasn't long before they, too, were shocked by the lineup before them. It was clear that Camelot was taking this as seriously as they could.

Leonel suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. He casually turned his head to find a familiar large man.

Sir Lamorak looked down toward Leonel with placid eyes. It was impossible to tell what his emotions were at that moment. He seemed like a man who wouldn't blink even if a mountain came crashing down before him.

Leonel met his gaze equally as expressionlessly.. Even when his strength was far beneath Lamorak's, he hadn't wavered. It could be said the only reason he had panicked back then was due to Magus Aliard's attack on his mind.

The current Leonel had long since learned how to defend his mind from such things. He no longer had to rely on the passive strength of his spirit, he could actively block such spells.

It could be said that Leonel was one of the only few who didn't feel such reverance in the presence of these individuals.

In truth, Leonel was born in an Empire as well. Though somewhat different from a Kingdom, the concept was similar enough. However, Earth's government was quite unique. While the sovereignty of the Emperor was important and many positions were hereditary, there was still the shadow of democracy.

This was why officials went by titles like Secretary Marquisette and Governor Duke. Each of these titles were combinations of democratically elected titles and hereditary ones.

Due to this unique system, Leonel hadn't grown up in an environment where there was an emphasis on kneeling — and by extension, not kneeling.

That said, kneeling and not kneeling was one matter, while bowing to pressure was another. There was a difference between a person who knelt out of fear and one who knelt simply out of custom.

Leonel's body might kneel, but that didn't mean his heart kneeled.

Facing Lamorak's gaze, rather than shying away, Leonel felt his blood boil uncontrollably once again. It took all of his will power to not point a spear in the direction of that man.

eventually looked away from Lamorak. He felt that if he continued to look, he would

mote of light to float before each participant. Soon, that light broke apart

Leonel's number was 321.

will go on simultaneously. Please split apart according to

some Two Star Magi taking part in this tournament, there

was entirely made for those who wouldn't be receiving quotas

at a little boy, Lamorak?

than Lamorak looked up

boy who made you suffer a loss? I heard that you

Lamorak without restraint, laughing heartily. But, it was clear that this wasn't a disdainful taunt

narrowed. He didn't like the look Leonel gave him at all. It wasn't particularly disrespectful, but the feeling was akin to being questioned by

you, this might be a bit too easy for the boy. He should steamroll the 21-30 bracket with absolute ease. He should be of some help

last time. Though 50 years was long to a mortal, to those who practice Internal Strength, living 150 years wasn't a

more powerful than they had been in the past, they still didn't feel an ounce of confidence. This was the kind of weight the Merlin Trials placed on the

a spot to enter is still a matter that needs

"Don't tell me you're targeting

because this wasn't the Lamorak he knew and disappointed because this wasn't the

reason I allowed him to live was because Aliard stepped in and he was a Light Mage. But now, he's come out as an Earth Childe

up until now. But, allowing him to enter the Merlin Trials is impossible. He's an already difficult to control variable, letting him get more out of control

The knight's frown deepened.

that case, why are you allowing him

so that he has less things to complain about. I don't care about face, but

in his age

"Maybe those who have to take part in this selection cannot, but if I select a few talented 30 year olds from