Dimensional Descent

Leonel sucked in a cold breath.

If Monet had managed to get close to Modred, this was either a good thing or a bad thing. Something like betraying Leonel and siding with the demons was impossible. After all, doing so would put Monet's life on the line as well. Unless... unless her Zone detection treasure made a mistake.

Leonel had already learned the hard way that such treasures tended to be unreliable. Had it not been for his luck until now, he probably would have fallen in a Zone already simply due to lack of information.

If Modred's detection treasure informed her that the main quest was to save King Arthur, this could be a good thing. However, if for whatever reason it was off in its assessment, then Monet might become an enemy Leonel had to fight against.

'... This might be a problem...'

Leonel looked through the rest of the opposing armies.. He immediately found the remaining three who had entered with him.

'Big Buddha... Little Nana... Violet Rain...?'

Leonel was stunned. Could it be that adorable little girl was all alone now? What happened to the rest of the Adurna family? Did they all really die?

Leonel knew that there was an escape ticket to leave Zones. However, he couldn't imagine that a family would leave their little sister behind like this. There had to be another explanation.

On the other side, the fact that only Monet, BIg Buddha and Violet Rain stood on the side of the demons likely meant the others were dead, including Badger's partner, Mayfly.

Leonel didn't know how to feel about this. Though he had no love lost to the Slayer Legion, Mayfly had been among the two who came to save him. Though he didn't really need such help at that time, sometimes the thought was as important as the action.Â

The two armies faced each other, the tension towering into the air.

King Arthur sat upon his horse with a stoic expression. A strong dignity scrunched his brows.

version of him now was completely unlike the enraged monarch he had been before. Rather, he had once more regained his bearing, facing off the enemies of

opposite side, Modred stood. Unlike King Arthur, her demeanor didn't hold any dignity. This wasn't to say that

originally twelve Knights, she was completely indifferent. It was as though she didn't put Camelot in her

"DRAW!"

mighty roar was met by the sounds of unsheathing blades. Their movements were as one, causing the sharp, metallic

pillar of light to Modred's back

curled into a smile. It carried a hint of seduction and teasing. It was the kind of expression that a daughter should never give a father.

We can simply enter together and leave the rest

voice should have made them sigh a breath of relief, but it instead made their rage bubble

whole of this last month. Now, they finally met the enemy that was the cause of all their frustrations but

was as though they had met the enemy of a lifetime, but could do nothing but watch as they basked in their own success. The worst part was that they knew they had no choice but to

he didn't flare up. His cold, blue eyes flashed with a hint of

Gates in this condition would no doubt put them at a great disadvantage. Modred definitely

She didn't even protect her back. This not only showed her disregard for Camelot, but also how

and protecting their lives,

had already sacrificed so much to

he didn't find a hint of Leonel's shadow. This realization caused him to

the Gate. Only enter at the last

nodded. He was King Arthur's nephew, a Knight of the Round Table, Sir

relationship, Arthur had no choice but to walk a fine line. As such, his compromise was forcing Lancelot to remain back and defend while Gawain was allowed

last moment. The moment Modred turned toward the Gate, he had already begun moving through the ground. In this situation, he

Modred's steps would

"Hm?"

arched, seemingly sensing