Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt a complex swell of emotions when he saw Guinevere. Those eyes… That day when he fell into an illusion of Dream Force, causing his long-forgotten memories to resurface, he had seen them before.

Mordred wasn't sure what to say or do. She wasn't nearly as emotional as Guinevere, but she also wasn't indifferent. She was caught in an odd in-between, a mixture of awkwardness and hesitancy coloring her usually confident, womanly demeanor.

Guinevere shook her head, seemingly realizing that she had lost control of her emotions. She quickly composed herself, her tears drifting away from her cheeks in a magical sort of way. But, there was nothing she could do about the redness of her eyes. They acted like a constant reminder of the emotions she had just displayed.

"Welcome to Camelot, please come with me."

The Queen bowed lightly, regaining a professional air. However, anyone who knew about diplomatic relations between countries, kingdoms or empires would be wholly aware that something like a monarch bowing to another would never happen. Such a thing would be like a power admitting its inferiority to another.

It was clear that Guinevere wasn't a fool who didn't understand these simple and obvious customs. She acted not only out of emotion, but also so that she could let Mordred and the others know that she would stand by them.

To Guinevere, in comparison to the Kingdom, her daughter was worth far more. It didn't matter to her that Mordred was already a woman of over 40 years old. To a mother, her daughter would always be her little girl.

Guinevere rose from her bow, her back straightening to exude the elegance of a Queen. With a light smile, she turned and began to lead them all forward.

From her back view alone, one could sense her strength and resolve.

Mordred blankly stared at her mother's back for a long time. She had expected either cold indifference or a flood of apology. But, she ended up receiving neither. And, somehow, this put her more at peace than anything else ever could.

"Empress…" Crakos' deep voice snapped Mordred out of her stupor.

and moved forward, her gait steady and even paced as she followed after

well when he suddenly realized that Aina hadn't

never expected for things to boil down to

heart beat uncontrollably. She felt as though she wanted to scream out from the depths of

such a look? Would her mother also look at her like this if she was alive? Or would she run

frame began to

body held so much power in it. Even now, a massive, curved package was attached to her back. Maybe even Leonel would struggle to carry it with such ease. Yet, at this moment, she couldn't seem to control this powerful

hand slip over hers. She looked

for a long time, but she didn't push

and warmth of his hand. Though his body might have been almost as tough of

only several breaths later that Aina caught her breath and pulled her hand away, slight

Leonel smiled. "Let's go."

almost imperceptibly nodded and

…

castle. But, this time he didn't feel the same awe he

was because he had seen through King Arthur's real character now or if it was something else.

a glance toward Aina who seemed to be looking around curiously. It seemed that despite the fact this was her first time, she didn't seem very affected by it

when it came down to it, she was

by him at all. In fact, she had always been the only one who seemed to ignore how serious

Aina looked toward Leonel, realizing that he was

grinned. "Nothing, you just