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?!"

heard a thing, a violent

wait around for a stupid battle of manly pride to finish?

forward with

the sphere of blackness around her shot outward like the

screams sounded as several warriors were torn apart. In the blink of an eye, half a dozen had fallen

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 by her. Only Lamorak and Lancelot could last

since Monet had acted, Violet Rain who had maintained a low profile all this time could only

cover the skies. Even from over 20 meters away, she kept King Arthur at bay under

'She's this powerful…?'

He suddenly realized that

Force. Obviously, Monet hadn't compressed her own Force as

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

kingly aura fluctuated wildly, his sword

to separate a portion of his Force to fuse with his armor and

he was given enough time, he could easily reach Modred. The issue was that he didn't have

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

…

Leonel's head flickered and disappeared under the unwilling 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