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.

right now. King Arthur would rather

it was the internal strife with The Church, or the outside pressure of the Demon Army, both were issues that couldn't be

a wall, yet now he was withstanding the verbal assault of

slowly

heart was billowing with anger, his face had hardly shown any ripples from start to finish. He was a

that your rights for entry into the Merlin

could say that Lamorak and he had fought side

he didn't. He disdained to. What reason did he have to explain himself to someone beneath him? He was a King.

could have never expected Leonel's

"Mm."

as though this judgment had nothing to do with him. Then,

his heart and he left with

rage, but Leonel's footsteps didn't

King Arthur chose not to move, even waving

Leonel walked out, he affirmed something in his

who only fell due to the betrayal of those closest to him. However, there were others that painted him

interaction, Leonel already knew which version of

King Arthur let out a sigh and shook his 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 already decided to