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 door, even the passageway it flew through was

abrupt and violent that Lamorak felt his heart skip a beat for just a moment. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was dealing with a child. Was he

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

you

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

him just one more step, he would

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

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

or more mages were conversing, they would keep their voices to

situation and frowned. In the end,

nothing Leonel could do

would be fine if he alone was losing face. But, if others knew that Leonel was being targeted after all the merits he had accomplished for Camelot, it would

or Lamorak took into consideration was

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

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

Leonel snorted coldly.

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

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

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