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?!"

a thing, a violent

manly pride to finish? Since King Arthur wasn't paying

forward with

her shot

In the blink of an eye, half a dozen had fallen and

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

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

to cover the skies. Even from over 20 meters away, she

'She's this powerful…?'

that Monet

Obviously, Monet hadn't compressed her own Force as much as Lamorak had. But, her ability more than

the Four Seasons Realm or not. It would

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

wildly, his sword swinging with a mighty momentum as he tried to

difficult. He had to separate a portion of his Force to fuse with his armor

he could easily reach Modred.

grey platform descended into chaos. King Arthur had

…

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 would