Dimensional Descent

"Is something the matter?" Leonel asked.

Leonel couldn't really understand why Anared had come here with such an aggressive stance. He couldn't remember offending Anared before. Yet, the latter was wearing an even colder expression than he usually did.

"What do you mean by this exactly?" Anared replied coldly.

"… What the hell are you talking about?"

Anared stared at Leonel for a long time.

"It seems you want to die."

Leonel's gaze grew cold.

At that moment, Aina also reacted. A slight red light flickered within her almost golden irises. It seemed as though she might pull out her sword at any moment.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" Syl's voice suddenly cut into the conversation. But, Anared didn't respond to his sister.

He looked from Leonel to Aina and back.

"You'll leave her if you know what's good for you." Anared said coldly.

Leonel suddenly took a step forward. There was nothing that could get him riled up quicker than matters related to Aina.

In a single bound, he already stood less than a foot from Anared. With his height, he stared down from above, his gaze reflecting a slight violet hue.

Anared's sword began to vibrate wildly to his back as though sensing a threat. But, Anared didn't take a step back, his white robes billowing beneath Leonel's aura.

"I don't know what story you've woven for yourself," Leonel began with an icy tone, "But, I'd suggest you watch your words. The only reason I chose to join your Keafir family's quota was to find her. I'm sure you're intelligent enough to understand what that means without me spelling it out for you."

Why would he choose the Keafir family over Aina? He would rather fall out with them at

heard was that Leonel toyed with his sister's emotions for the only purpose of finding another woman. And, now

SHING! SHING! SHING!

all but screamed

frowned and looked toward

me!

Syl had ever raised her voice toward him. Whether it was out of respect

"You…"

as though we were involved. Leonel never made any advances on

doesn't matter. He must take

"Brother!"

continued coldly. "Since he can use our Keafir family,

He was the only one that seemed to match Leonel's aura without taking a step back. In fact, his battle intent soared as though he

to catch an inkling of what was going on. Her eyes shifted toward

no one was in position to stop this face off because the three

…

going on Sael?" One

kid's family

of the

It had the ability to delve into one's mind and find the truest form of address for a person. So, they had no doubt

not a case of a lower plane taking on a name they

a Quasi Grade Six

were

point, Sael wanted to shed tears. Only she knew that this wasn't the end of it. The more she thought back to Leonel's list of talents, it made her want to ram her head into

Bow Embryo at 18 years old… What kind

what should

before