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 change to his expression in

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 mother and

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 heart, too,

surface, there wasn't anything sinister or immoral about what they spoke about… They conversed

one that didn't carry

sort of conversation Lionus

on. It only made it worse

a tacit understanding

then, Lionus had hardly spoken to his mother and was incredibly awkward around Lancelot. At the same time, though, he

couldn't decide

his father, he felt an irrational hatred for his mother, causing him to pull away from her. But, as he grew

He knew that Lancelot had feelings for his mother. He knew that both of them knew they

hand in this way, he felt like this was a

time. He often felt like his birth was meant to mend what they had lost after his elder sister was driven away, but he

now they

King Arthur's heartbeat erratically.

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

wanted to direct the movement of his people, he would have to consider the opinions of others and swallow his grievances. In the future, when he swore loyalty to this Ascension Empire, he would have to kneel and