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.

Yes." Mordred nodded and moved forward, her gait steady and even paced as she

to move to follow as well when he

had never expected for things to boil down to a negotiation and she had definitely not

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 off like her father

frame

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

hers.

heart didn't calm down for a long time,

the size and warmth of his hand. Though his body might have been almost as tough of a Pseudo

caught her breath and pulled her hand away, slight blush

Leonel smiled. "Let's go."

imperceptibly nodded

…

didn't feel the same awe he had the

now or if it was something else. But, regardless of the reason, the feeling was

was her first time, she didn't seem very affected by

acted so shy, but when it came down to it, she was quite a bold woman. Leonel felt that the dichotomy made her so

blushed profusely when he confessed, whenever they were interacting normally, she didn't seem off put by him at all. In fact, she had always

looked toward Leonel, realizing that he was

grinned. "Nothing, you just look