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

resonate from the depths of his heart. Rain finally

that moment he decided to

Then, he too charged.

who had remained in Leonel's circle of protection looked toward each other. They were just an odd mix of humans and demons. The

matter. They weren't fools. They felt that if they lost this battle, they would regret

was coming with him. Maybe it was that

When a King entered a room did he need to check to make sure everyone had bowed? When an Emperor looked over

didn't need

palm, the arrow vanished, being replaced by his black

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

past. It was as though it could feel Leonel's emotions, his valiance,

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

take them on, little

look back. His steps suddenly became

'Explosive First Step'.

by the five as though

his two long swords blurring into long

"Leave him to me."

voice trailed behind Leonel carrying a

heart. He felt like everything he had built as a King was crumbling before him. All the sacrifices he had made, all the tears he had shed, all the blood he

had long since lost his daughter. His

he

It drenched him from head to

couldn't strike Peirce down

Arthur to surge past Peirce, his eyes training on

mental mage, his mind

one who set Lamorak against him. He was the one who caused the death

curled.

his hand