Dimensional Descent

Things progressed about how Leonel expected. When he returned to his living abode within the Mage Academy, he found that there were several spells deployed that he hadn't constructed himself.

Many of them locked down space and prevented teleportation spells from activating. A few solidified the ground, impeding an Earth Mage's ability to use it to their benefit. And the majority were detection types, monitoring Leonel's every movement.

Leonel's gaze flashed with rage. With a violent surge of his Spirit Pressure, the detection Mage Arts shattered like a rain of glass, crumbling beneath his might.

It was hardly a second later when Leonel heard a knock on his door. He opened it to find a familiar face on the other side.

"These detection arrays were put in place for a purpose. Your freedom is not your own for the next year, under the rules set by His Majesty, King Arthur. If you destroy them again, it will be assumed that you are rebelling and you will be treated as such."

Lamorak spoke without emotion.

Then, without waiting for Leonel to respond, he moved to the side and allowed a mage without affinity to enter Leonel abode as though it was his own.

With an apologetic look, the mage began to recast all of the detection Mage Arts Leonel had just shattered. It was only after 20 or so minutes that the mage finally finished and took his leave.

After observing the whole process, Lamorak left the door ajar and took his leave.

BANG!

Leonel slammed the door shut with such force that it flew from its hinges.

alone the door, even the passageway it

seemed to have completely forgotten that he was

to deal with his now doorless abode. What was the point? If he was being monitored so thoroughly, who cared if he had a door or not. Might as well let them

Lamorak's expression darkened.

advise you to control

I advise you to go fuck

bore down on Lamorak with a savage

pushed him just one more step, he would flare

broad streets of Camelot. If they fought here, Leonel might not care about the damage he caused, but

clash between the two men continued, the crowd seemed to only be growing. The Mage

Academy would be exceptionally quiet. Even when two or more mages were conversing, they would keep their voices to respectable levels. Something like two people

to the situation and frowned. In the

Leonel could do but throw a tantrum,

still troublesome. It would be fine if he alone was losing face. But, if others knew that Leonel

neither King Arthur or Lamorak took into consideration

a step back now and make some concession, Leonel might really

would react? Their actions were no different from

Leonel snorted coldly.

closed behind him. Unfortunately, his forcefulness caused even more cracks to appear along the walls of the

stunned. They couldn't help but send hesitant glances toward Lamorak. How could they not recognize a lofty Knight of the Round Table? And, even if they didn't, Lamorak's oppressive

these people dispersed, news of what happened here began to disseminate. There was an outpouring of sympathy for Leonel. Many wondered just why it was