Dimensional Descent

The Bishop. It had been too long since Leonel heard mention of this person.

Within the Joan Zone, this entity seemed to rule the lives of Joan and the men around her. At first, Leonel had thought that The Bishop was the man in the tunnels, Nicolas.

Leonel still remembered the fanaticism in Nicolas' gaze when he asked him if he was well known in the future. Despite the fact the man was his enemy, Leonel couldn't help but feel bad for him at the time.

These people were likely promised great things, but how many of them really got to enjoy these rewards? Nicolas thought he had become some famous legend in the future, yet… Leonel had never heard of him. Wasn't that too sick of a joke?

The moment Leonel heard Aliard's words, he realized that this really was related to the matters of the Joan Zone. In all likelihood, his previous conjecture that their purpose in the Joan Zone was related to their successful entry into this Mythological Zone was most likely also correct.

But, what made Leonel more apprehensive was that Aliard said he had been branded. Was he talking about the Force Art he had drawn on the back of his left hand? But hadn't he gotten rid of it? How was it that Aliard still thought he was branded?

The moment Leonel returned to Earth's Pseudo Fourth Dimension, the Art's effects were shattered. Could it be that Aliard had sensed its previous influence?

Leonel looked toward the back of his left hand. He could still see the vague outline of the once prominent scar, but the magic it once held had long since disappeared.

Leonel looked back up, facing Aliard.

"So you're the one who made Lamorak target me?" He asked coldly.

he seemed to

had been the one following him and guiding him all this time, it might even be possible that Aliard was slowly manipulating things in the

more Leonel thought about it, the

closed his eyes, settling the rolling waves in his chest. When he opened them once

you've taught me a

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

his spear, the clanging of the spears reaching a

Black Rhino Leonel had defeated during his trip to this no-man's land. Back then, Leonel had just wanted to complete a few missions so that he could read the rest of what the Mage Academy library

after seeing the combat prowess of Leonel and Arthur, and even taking into account the existence of Mordred and the others, it meant they were confident in

did he really look like someone who could just be

up some treasures and comprehending some Legendary Skills along the way. To them, this was practically an open treasure trove they could take up whenever they wanted. The so-called resistance

But, when others heard it, they felt

hear all of his emotions. His bitterness, his rage,

on a string. He thought himself to be

of Lamorak for a bit longer. By Aliard's estimation, had Leonel not killed Lamorak and gone against

his suggestive magic on Lamorak had been weaved over several months to years. It was much too subtle

he felt as though it was unnecessary and he felt forced by the circumstances. He didn't like not having everything in the palm of his

but frown slightly toward Leonel's