Dimensional Descent

"It shouldn't be a problem now, right?" Leonel said calmly. "Please allocate me amongst the lower age bracket. There's no need to make wild guesses and conjectures any longer."

There seemed to be nothing wrong with Leonel's words, but they were laced with a hidden sarcasm that gave away his immaturity. It seemed that he wasn't very good at controlling his emotions, but this only made sense. He was still a teenage boy.

However, none of that mattered. He was in the right. All of Lamorak's diligent planning went to waste. Never did he think that Leonel would actually have the ability to cast such a spell.

In the stands, Lionus smiled.

'This Leonel. It seems his true self is coming out more and more everyday. If Lamorak keeps pushing his buttons, he might not light the ultimate result.'

Without a choice, Leonel was allowed to enter the lower age bracket.

From start to finish, the two with the highest authority — King Arthur and Queen Guinevere — didn't say a single word. They didn't step forward to help Lamorak, nor did they say anything in favor of Leonel. It seemed they were intent on being spectators to the end.

As rulers of a Kingdom, they had long since become accustomed to internal strife. Though it was a bit surprising that Leonel could cast a Two Star Magus Art, it wasn't as surprising as killing two Demon Lords. So in the end, it was still acceptable.

Like this, Leonel steam rolled through the lower age bracket.

He didn't want to give Lamorak another excuse to target him, so since he was taking part in the Mage Academy selection, he used nothing but Mage Arts from start to finish, not pulling out his spear even once. In fact, he didn't need to use anything but Apprentice Arts.

Camelot. With each passing moment, he only impressed them more. Despite knowing that he was being watched by so

while they were impressed, Leonel was not. He could cast faster, his Spirit Pressure reserves were larger and his ability was created to be calculative. If he couldn't defeat them, he would be

that it would be almost impossible to find those with his level of strength at his age within the Third Dimension. Only those born

the result was

not to lose a single battle and claim the first spot

two young men stood side by side as they watched this

would be found that they were in their mid-30's. They had already bended the rules to battle it out with Leonel and force him into a

away with such a thing was because they were merely the servants of the Lamorak Knightship. Since they were orphans, they

inwardly sighing breaths of relief. If they were caught, the one to suffer obviously wouldn't be

not sparing a glance toward Lamorak again. Whether this matter would end with just this was still up in

coldly watched

that he lost all face today without anything to show for it. However, he

simply didn't want Camelot to raise a snake in its grasses. Since this didn't

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his living quarters. However, there was no happiness on his face. Instead, his gaze was suffused

entering the Segmented Cube's Lab Setting. There were

complete his glove craft. After that, he would have to bite the bullet and make some utility treasures. Before, he didn't want to waste the precious ores he obtained from the Project Hunt island because they were simply too difficult to gather and he wanted

matter to deal with him. However, he had never been a