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.

eyes. He didn't even need to think about it, he

naïve enough to believe that Modred was a good person just because she had a tragic backstory. No matter how understanding he was, it was still clear and obvious to him that her actions in the past several decades had definitely caused a lot of pain to a

the reflection of that

his own

minutes, then hours, and even

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 from

suited to taking in and organizing information. This sort of trial where he was required to filter out the unnecessary and focus in on the

Modred's lashes finally fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, the cocoon she was in breaking to

before her. He hadn't opened his eyes even after she

happened. After all,

enemy

Her tone didn't carry any gratefulness nor was it laced with any of the relief one should have upon escaping death by the hair of their teeth. It was obvious to any semi intelligent individual that Leonel had shown mercy. But, Modred's disregard for her own life was

opened his eyes when he heard

people would call me

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

trying to see through her. Finally,

"Shall we fight?"

very curious about the world

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

go well, then you'll get to experience it