Dimensional Descent

Leonel's words hung over the Royal Court. They played like an indifferent, systematic dismantling of everything Matteus had tried to build up. It felt almost impossible, yet every single one of his words were pointed and sculpted perfectly.

Honestly, it was a far cry from what many of them expected. But, how could they know Leonel's level of understanding when it came to human psychology? In fact, after he finished speaking, he didn't even feel the need to say anything else.

He shifted his gaze from King Arthur and fell into silence. It was as though he didn't care about the result at all. He had said his peace and whether or not Arthur wanted his help would be up to him.

From anyone on the outside looking in, it was as though it was King Arthur who had come to Leonel for help rather than the other way around. But, the truth was that in Leonel's mind, it was exactly like this.

From Leonel's analysis, Camelot didn't stand a chance if they didn't follow his plans. If they were more fond of being destroyed and losing any semblance of status they once had, then Arthur could feel free to choose against him.

At that moment, Guinevere's hand slipped into Mordred's, catching the latter off guard. The Demon Empress involuntarily trembled and even hesitated as to whether she should pull her hand away.

It was just a subtle action. Hardly anyone noticed, in fact. Even in such a silent Royal Court, the movement didn't make a sound.

Still, there were four individuals this didn't escape.

The young prince Lionus. The King of Camelot, Arthur. Leonel himself. And, finally, the Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot.

seemed locked onto the hands of the two women. From the outside, there wasn't any

As for the awkward interactions between he and Lionus, this was only because Lionus had found out how close his mother and Lancelot were getting and

held a deep reverence for his father. He hoped to one day be as valiant and have his name resound in the ears of the people just as much as King Arthur did. So, when he stumbled upon his mother having a midnight conversation with Lancelot, his

in on their conversation back then for just a few minutes. On the surface, there wasn't anything sinister or immoral about what they spoke about… They conversed about

that didn't carry any sense of infidelity in the

conversation Lionus had

reasons he couldn't put his finger on. It only made it worse that the reactions his mother and Lancelot had

three of them had a tacit understanding

hardly spoken to his mother and was incredibly awkward around Lancelot. At the

truth was that he couldn't decide whose

to how much he worshipped his father, he felt an irrational hatred for his mother, causing him to pull away from her. But, as he grew up, the image of his perfect father also

knew that his mother and feelings for Lancelot. He knew that Lancelot had feelings for his mother. He knew that both of them knew they were wrong. But, what he didn't

his mother grip his sister's hand in this

mother and father had been growing distant for a long time. He often felt like his birth was meant to mend what they had lost after

now they were

King Arthur's heartbeat erratically.

all the power he had ever known. Though Leonel painted a pretty picture, he would have to expel all thoughts of sovereignty

greet them. In the future, when he wanted to direct the movement of his people, he would have