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?!"

hadn't heard a thing,

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

forward with her

instant, the sphere of blackness around her shot outward

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

red with rage, veins bulging out from his handsome face. Without a choice, he charged back toward Modred. If he didn't hold her back, there was no one else who could. Even the five remaining Knights of the Round Table he had come with could only be toyed around with

was still Monet. And since Monet had acted, Violet Rain who had maintained

whip seemed to cover the skies. Even from over 20 meters away, she kept King Arthur

'She's this powerful…?'

changed. He suddenly realized that Monet was

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

the strength of one's ability, it might not even matter whether one reached the Four Seasons Realm or not.

that, much like Hacker Hutch, Monet had been training in the

kingly aura fluctuated wildly, his sword swinging with a mighty momentum as he tried

too difficult. He had to separate a portion of his Force

he was given enough time, he could easily

whole of the grey platform descended into chaos. King Arthur had only

…

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