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."

she

down at his sword then toward the corpses of his comrades. He sighed a sigh that seemed to resonate from the depths of his heart. Rain finally fell onto his body, pelting across his

was only at that moment he decided to come

Then, he too charged.

just an odd mix of humans and demons. The

well, but there was truly no choice in the matter. They weren't fools. They felt that

was coming with him. Maybe it was that

he need to look to his back to ensure his Knights were following? When a King entered a room did he need

need

a flip of his palm, the arrow vanished, being replaced

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

they had in the past. It was as though it could feel Leonel's emotions, his valiance, his Kingly

appeared before the five Aliard family puppets. But, before he could act, he heard a giggle

take them on, little

steps

'Abrupt Stop'. Silver Skill 'Explosive

as though they weren't

him, his two long swords blurring into

"Leave him to me."

voice trailed behind Leonel carrying a

betrayal was like a knife to King Arthur's heart. He felt like everything he had built as a King was crumbling before him. All the

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

he have

rain. It

couldn't strike Peirce down today, he would never be able

past Peirce, his eyes

mage, his mind having returned to

him so much trouble from the very beginning. He was the one who set Lamorak against him. He was the one who caused the death of so many

curled. "You're

his hand