Dimensional Descent

Leonel calmly watched as Arthur built momentum, dispelling [Grand Bell Construct].

Since he wanted to fight, Leonel would fight. He felt no sadness nor any remorse. Lamorak deserved to die.

Leonel took a step forward, his aura billowing upward, clashing with Arthur's. A surging violet aura stood above his head, fusing with his halo. In that moment, even King Arthur's felt stifled.

In a corner of the platform, Modred watch on with twinkling eyes. Despite the fact her father was so enraged, she didn't seem to feel any sort of particular way about it. She watched on like any other normal spectator.

In truth, she was the most curious about Leonel. It seemed that her favorite lover in recent months actually seemed to have quite some history with this boy. But, she still couldn't understand how they were related.

Though Monet tried to hide it, it was pretty obvious to Modred. This was especially so after that Big Buddha character didn't come back from the Random Event.

Modred smiled. The contrast of her cherry lips to her pale features was especially striking.

"It seems you all have forgotten about me."

Her voice was especially sweet, but it was barbed with the thorns of a rose.

She raised her wand, her slender fingers wrapping around it.

"Darling Monet, protect me."

Monet nodded, brandishing her fire coated whip.

King Arthur's expression changed. "You dare?!"

she hadn't heard a thing, a violent dark energy surging

would she wait around for a stupid battle of manly pride to finish? Since King Arthur wasn't paying attention to her anymore,

tapped forward with her

her shot outward like

several warriors were torn apart. In the blink of an eye, half a dozen had fallen and over a dozen more were varying

could. Even the five remaining

for King Arthur, there was still Monet. And since Monet had acted, Violet Rain who had maintained a low

away, she kept King Arthur

'She's this powerful…?'

realized that Monet was no weaker than

compressed her own Force as much as Lamorak had. But, her ability

the strength of one's ability, it might not even matter whether one reached the Four Seasons Realm or not. It would still be possible to display grand power beyond one's

clear that, much like Hacker Hutch, Monet had been training in the whip since long before

sword swinging with a mighty momentum

a portion of his

enough time, he could easily reach

platform descended into chaos. King Arthur had only cut the distance by half when a familiar voice sounded once

…

gazes of all those around him. It was obvious that this was probably a large part of the reason he was targeted at all. But, the archers who had chosen to take action had clearly been too eager. What