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.

the passageway it flew through was left with cracks that stretched

just a moment. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was dealing with a child. Was he supposed to expect that Leonel wouldn't make

monitored so thoroughly, who cared if he had a door or not. Might as

Lamorak's expression darkened.

advise you

you

flared. His eyes turned red and he bore down on Lamorak with a savage expression nearing

just

this time, they weren't on the broad streets of Camelot. If they fought here, Leonel might not care about the damage he caused, but Lamorak didn't have such a luxury. And, Leonel

crowd seemed to only be growing. The Mage Academy was a place of scholars to begin

keep their voices to respectable levels. Something like two people having an argument and causing so much noise was exceedingly

the situation and frowned. In

could do but throw a tantrum, he regained

if he alone was losing face. But, if others knew that Leonel was

Lamorak took into consideration was Leonel's own

if he didn't take a step back now and make some concession,

this the normal way anyone would react? Their actions were no different from cutting off Leonel's future. Who wouldn't

Leonel snorted coldly.

Official Art [Magic Touch] and flung the door closed behind him. Unfortunately, his forcefulness caused even more cracks to appear along the walls

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 aura was enough for them to know that

to disseminate. There was an outpouring of sympathy for Leonel. Many wondered just why