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, a

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

tapped forward with

blackness around her shot outward like

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

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

Violet Rain who had

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

'She's this powerful…?'

changed. He suddenly realized that Monet was

Monet hadn't compressed her own Force as much as Lamorak had. But, her

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

addition, it was clear that, much like Hacker Hutch, Monet had been training in

his sword swinging with a mighty momentum as he tried to

had to separate a portion of his Force to fuse

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

Arthur had only cut the distance by half when a familiar voice sounded once

…

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 they have done had