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.

locked onto the hands of the two women. From the outside, there wasn't any change to his expression in the slightest. But in his

of the fairy tales might write, Lancelot had never shared a bed with Guinevere. As for the awkward interactions between he and Lionus, this was only because Lionus had found out how close his

day be as valiant and have his name resound in the ears of the people just as much as

anything sinister or immoral about what they

that didn't carry any sense of

conversation Lionus had never

on. It only

had a tacit understanding that day that what happened

incredibly awkward around Lancelot. At the same time, though,

he couldn't decide

hatred for his mother, causing him to pull away from her. But, as he

Lancelot had feelings for his mother. He knew that both of them knew they were wrong. But, what

his sister's hand in this way, he felt like this was

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

now they were

King Arthur's heartbeat erratically.

Leonel painted a pretty picture, he would have to expel all thoughts of sovereignty he had in his

than himself, he would have to bow and politely greet them. In the future, when he wanted to direct the movement of his people, he would have to consider the opinions of others and swallow his grievances. In the