Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze went completely red.

Within the Joan Zone, he had already seen those like Pierre and Nicolas gaining abilities through Force Arts. They drew these Arts directly onto their bodies, gaining power through their pain and sacrifice.

However, what Leonel had always understood was that these abilities had to come from someone. He didn't know who they came from, but he knew that this was the only way things made sense.

Remembering Little Nana's fear when Margrave asked her to come to him, Leonel's fists clenched so tightly that veins threatened to burst along his forearm. Maybe if it wasn't for his impossibly strong physique, that's exactly what would have happened.

How exactly had they extracted Little Nana's ability from her? What had they put her through?

If the pain for just receiving the ability was so great, what was the pain like for snatching an ability?

Was Little Nana already under their control? Leonel couldn't imagine any other reason they would allow her to roam so freely.

The more he thought about it, the more furious he became.

The first person that Leonel had ever wanted to kill was the Junior Governor Duke. That bastard shot canons at his own citizens – men, women and children who relied on him for protection. Such scum deserved no less than the worse of deaths.

Leonel had never expected that his desire to kill would be unleashed again so soon.

As though something constrained within his body was completely released, the muddied ground beneath his feet quaked, sinking in beneath his might.

Without a thought for anything else, he placed the Segmented Cube within his spatial ring and shot forward.

Watching his back, Arthur and Mordred looked toward the valiant young man. The halo above his head, the violet-bronze aura swirling around his body, his dauntless charge...

The father-daughter pair looked toward one another. A swirl of complex emotions lit Arthur's eyes, but to Mordred it was as though she was looking toward just any other person.

Mordred smiled somewhat playfully, but it was most definitely not the kind of look one gave to their own father.

"I'm going to support him."

another word, she

at his sword then toward the corpses of his comrades. He sighed a sigh that seemed to resonate from the depths of his

that moment he

Then, he too charged.

protection looked toward each other. They were just an odd mix of humans

no choice in the matter.

who was coming with him. Maybe it was that he didn't care or maybe this was the charisma of a

to look to his back to ensure his Knights were following? When a King entered a room did he need to check to make sure everyone had bowed? When an Emperor looked over a world, did he need make all

need

palm, the arrow vanished, being

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

than they had in the past. It was

before he could act, he heard a giggle by

take them on,

His steps suddenly became

Stop'. Silver Skill 'Explosive First Step'.

brushed by the five as

him, his two long swords blurring into

"Leave him to me."

behind Leonel carrying a

a King was crumbling before him. All

His wife was hardly his own. And now, his Kingdom was crumbling

he

It drenched

his everything into his strike. If he couldn't strike Peirce down today,

Arthur to surge past

mental mage, his mind having

against him. He was the one who caused the death of so many innocents. He was the one who treated the life of a

lip curled. "You're

raised his hand