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?!"

as though she hadn't heard a thing,

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,

tapped forward with

the sphere of blackness around her shot outward

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

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 by her. Only Lamorak and Lancelot could last a few rounds with her but… he had

acted, Violet Rain who had maintained

skies. Even from over 20 meters away, she kept King

'She's this powerful…?'

that Monet was no weaker

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

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

clear that, much like Hacker Hutch, Monet had been

fluctuated wildly, his sword

was simply too difficult. He had to separate a portion of his Force to fuse with his armor and block

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

chaos. King Arthur had only cut

…

probably a large part of the reason he was targeted at all. But, the archers who had