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.

wasn't any change to his expression in

awkward interactions between he and Lionus, this was only because

just as much as King Arthur did. So, when he stumbled upon his mother having a midnight conversation with Lancelot, his heart, too, was filled with all sorts of complex

their conversation back then for just a few minutes. On the surface, there wasn't anything sinister

without blemish, one that didn't carry any sense

this sort of conversation Lionus had never heard

his finger on. It only made it worse that the reactions his mother and Lancelot had when they stumbled onto his eaves

tacit understanding that day that what happened

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

couldn't decide whose side he was

But, as he grew up, the image of his perfect father also seemed to crack, but by then, it was already too late to grow closer to his

his mother. He knew that both of them knew they were wrong. But, what he

sister's hand in this way, he felt

his birth was meant to mend what they had lost after his elder sister was driven away, but he was never quite able to

they

King Arthur's heartbeat erratically.

side with Leonel meant giving up all the power he had ever known. Though Leonel painted a pretty picture, he would

his people, he would have to consider the opinions of others and swallow his grievances.