Dimensional Descent

Leonel watched the life of this little princess until the day she chose to leave the Kingdom. With her father estranged and her mother unable to provide the same warmth she once had, the one to ultimately suffer the most was a young girl who knew nothing of the world but the same coldness.

At that moment, Leonel felt his world swim once again.

When his gaze cleared, he found himself floating within a cocoon, facing a young woman that was in the same position. However, while he was awake, she seemed to still be in a deep sleep.

The cocoon around Leonel popped.

First his clothing came back, then all of his equipment. Even the bow weighed heavily in Leonel's hand.

By now, Leonel had gained a faint understanding of the trial. He was meant to understand and empathize with his opponent. The faster he did so, the faster he would awaken and the greater advantage he would gain.

If he wanted to win, all he had to do was put an arrow through Modred's head. She couldn't resist him even if she wanted to, she was clearly still immersed in what he assumed were memories of his life.

Leonel sighed. 'What a cruel trial…'

Leonel didn't particularly understand what the point of this trial was. Did Merlin want to show him that the people he killed to gain the rewards he had were people too? Did Merlin want him to understand his enemy before he killed him? Was there another purpose Leonel had yet to think of?

Leonel knew that killing Modred now would be too beneficial to him.

If he killed Modred and killed Monet before he left this place, that would allow him exactly the five rewards he needed to exchange for a Tier 9 reward.

to think about it, he

a tragic backstory. No matter how understanding he was, it was still clear and obvious to

was definitely over 40 years old. Even if he saw the reflection of that little girl within her, Leonel

his own bottom line.

then hours, and even

that Modred's challenge was comparatively more difficult than his own. Leonel's childhood was on Earth which had a population of billions. Just finding his storyline would be difficult let alone coming to

for this possibility in his trials. Leonel wasn't

was especially suited to taking in and organizing information. This sort of trial where he was required to

entire week later that Modred's lashes finally fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, the cocoon she was in breaking

surprise when she saw Leonel calmly meditating before her. He hadn't opened his eyes even after she awoke,

a moment, she came to understand what must have happened. After all, she could draw

for an enemy is as good as

have upon escaping death by the hair

his eyes when he heard Modred

call me quite

with an enchanting smile. "I think even the few that would do as you did would

looked toward Modred for a long while seemingly trying to see through

"Shall we fight?"

very curious about the world you

the pain she suffered as a child was just a fanciful story woven by writers? Would anyone

then you'll get to experience