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.

again, closing his eyes. He didn't even need to think about it, he knew that he

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

40 years old. Even if he saw the reflection of that little

his own bottom

turned to minutes, then hours, and even

than his own. Leonel's childhood was on Earth which had

his trials. Leonel wasn't from their world,

where he was required to filter out the unnecessary and focus in on the

finally fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, the cocoon she was in breaking to reveal her defined body which was quickly wrapped up in a long, flowing black

hadn't opened his eyes even after she awoke, but Modred could tell that he was already on high

came to understand what must have happened. After all,

enemy

carry any gratefulness nor was it laced with any of the relief one should have upon escaping death by the hair

his eyes

call me quite

"I think even the few that would do

long while seemingly trying to see through her.

"Shall we fight?"

very curious about the world you

to this. Was he supposed to tell Modred that the pain she suffered as a child was just a fanciful story woven by writers? Would

things go well, then you'll get to experience it for yourself."