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.

felt that if he continued to look, he would lose

air, causing a mote of light to float before each participant. Soon, that light broke apart to reveal a wooden

Leonel's number was 321.

will go on simultaneously. Please split apart according to your numbers. You've been split into group of 100. Numbers 1 to

was a Two Star Earth Magus. Though there were some

entirely made for those who wouldn't be receiving quotas

at a little boy,

than

heard that you had to activate your Blazing

jeered Lamorak without restraint, laughing heartily. But, it was clear that this

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

easy for the boy. He should steamroll the 21-30 bracket with absolute ease. He

of the knights here were old enough to have entered the Merlin Trial Gates the last time. Though 50 years was long to a mortal, to those who practice Internal Strength,

than they had been in the past, they still didn't feel an ounce

to enter is

knight by Lamorak's side frowned. "Don't

was clear he was one part stunned and another part disappointed. Stunned because this wasn't the Lamorak he knew

because Aliard stepped in and he was a Light Mage. But now, he's come out as an Earth Childe and washed

even kill him for now. He can consider this payment for the service he's given to my Camelot up until now. But, allowing him to enter the Merlin Trials is

The knight's frown deepened.

are you allowing him to participate at

he loses justifiably so that he has less things to complain about. I don't care about face, but I can't tarnish the shield

joking, who are you going to find in his age group capable of defeating

selection cannot, but if I select a few talented 30 year olds from