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 too shot

looked 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 valiant white armor and drenching his golden

moment he decided to come back to

Then, he too charged.

protection looked toward each other. They were just an odd mix of humans and demons. The most powerful among them was probably the #1

in the matter. They weren't fools. They felt that if they lost this battle, they would regret it for a

him. Maybe it was that he didn't care or

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

need

arrow vanished, being replaced by his black

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

even more now than they had in the past. It was as though it could

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

them

steps suddenly became unpredictable and

Skill 'Abrupt Stop'. Silver Skill 'Explosive

brushed by the five as though they weren't there at

his two long swords blurring into long shadows beneath

"Leave him to me."

carrying a fury no less

him. All the sacrifices he had made, all the tears he had shed, all the blood he had spilt... None

lost six of his brothers. He had long since lost his daughter. His wife was hardly his own.

did he

roared beneath the rain. It drenched

strike Peirce down today, he would never be able to take a first

used Arthur to surge past Peirce, his eyes training on

of the mental mage, his

who had caused 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 innocents. He was

lip curled. "You're courting

raised his