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.

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

the awkward interactions between he and Lionus, this was only because Lionus had

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

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

without blemish, one that

Lionus had never heard his mother exchange with his

even now, Lionus felt uncomfortable for reasons he couldn't put his finger on. It only made it worse that the reactions his mother and Lancelot had when they stumbled onto his eaves dropping

three of them had a tacit understanding that day that

to his mother and was incredibly awkward around Lancelot. At the same time, though, he never

he couldn't decide whose

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 seemed to crack, but by then, it was already too late

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

his sister's hand in this way,

a long time. He often felt like his birth was meant to

they

King Arthur's heartbeat erratically.

known. Though Leonel painted

direct the movement of his people, he would have to