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?!"

smiled as though she hadn't heard a thing, a violent dark

stupid battle of manly pride to finish? Since King Arthur wasn't paying attention to her anymore, this

forward with her

the sphere of blackness around her shot outward like the spikes of

of an eye, half a dozen had fallen and over

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

there was still Monet. And since Monet had acted, Violet Rain who had maintained a low profile all this time could only act

from over 20 meters away,

'She's this powerful…?'

He suddenly realized that

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

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

Hacker Hutch, Monet had been

His kingly aura fluctuated wildly, his sword swinging with a

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

if he was given enough time, he could easily

Arthur had only cut the distance by half when a familiar

…

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,