Dimensional Descent

Leonel raised his head to look toward King Arthur. His gaze was as calm as a lake, splitting the kingly aura that descended upon him in a steady stream.

King Arthur's aura became more and more stifling.

It wasn't just him. The guards along the walls of the throne room felt rage an indignation. Who was this boy to speak to their King in such a way?

It had to be remembered that though King Arthur was an orphan, he was still of noble birth. To the people of Camelot, his orphan status wasn't as important as his royal blood. From the very beginning, he was destined to be King.

To the subjects of Camelot, the difference in worth between Leonel and their King was obvious. How could they allow such an infringement on his dignity.

At that moment, Arthur felt a hint of rage in his heart. When had he ever been disrespected in this way? Ever since he pulled the sword from the stone, his life had completely changed. He hadn't suffered a single setback.

In that journey up, his Knights were his brothers in arm. Lamorak and the others grew up by his side. He would have never made it here had he not relied on the judgment of his close friends. It was impossible for a King to make every decision himself and see through every mystery alone.

Even if he appreciated Leonel's talent, Lamorak wasn't asking him to kill him, he was only asking him to rescind an entry right. Though this was still quite a major ask, it was still acceptable under the circumstances.

It was true that King Arthur had already decided to side with Lamorak. However, he had decided to question Leonel first.

In his mind, Leonel was just a teenage boy. Under the oppression of kingly might, any flaws he had would be obvious for all to see. However, what he had never expected was for Leonel to react like this.

It was true that Leonel had the right to feel indignant. A Major Opening of the Trials only happened once or twice a century. If he missed this opening, it would mean that he would never live up to his full potential.

now. King Arthur would rather wrong an

strife with The Church, or the outside pressure of the Demon Army, both were issues that couldn't be looked down upon.

already had his back pressed against a wall, yet now he was withstanding

Arthur slowly

was billowing with anger, his face had hardly shown any ripples from start to finish. He was a King. In the end, he wouldn't lower himself to the level

Court of Camelot that your rights for entry into the Merlin Trial Gates will be rescinded. You may

explain himself. He could insist that Leonel's origins were too mysterious. He could say that Lamorak and he had fought side by side on many battlefields and he trusted the judgment of his brother.

reason did he have to explain himself to someone beneath him? He was a King. The King

said… This King could have never

"Mm."

this judgment had nothing to do with him. Then, he turned to leave

with awe in his heart and he left with indifference

with rage, but Leonel's footsteps didn't pause. It was

the end, King Arthur chose not to move, even waving

out, he affirmed something in

painted him as a heroic man without flaws who only fell due to the betrayal of those closest to him. However, there were others that painted him as a hero of an era with tragic flaws that drove those closest to him

this interaction, Leonel already knew which version of King Arthur

head. He ultimately wasn't an oppressive ruler. He had his own guilty conscience, but that didn't mean he would change his mind. He had