Dimensional Descent

Leonel watched as the four were escorted away.

He felt better than he thought he would. Being able to resolve things with his words again rather than his fists left him feeling light.

Well, technically he still relied on strength this time around. If it wasn't for his vastly improved method of using Camelot's Mage Art magic system, it would have been impossible for him to hide so much movement from them all, this was especially considering Laeron's perfect recall ability. If there was even a single blade of grass out of place, he likely would have been seen through.

Still, Leonel was happy. He didn't have anything to complain about. He could only hope that the negotiations The Empire went as smoothly.

Unfortunately, Leonel could only be hopeful about this. The power imbalance between The Empire and them, even if Camelot and the Demon Empire came together, was too large. He obviously couldn't use bully tactics as he had just done if this was the case.

"Are you sure we'll be able to hold him?"

A sudden voice cut into Leonel's thoughts. When he looked over, he found Lancelot's figure beside him.

Lancelot was wearing the same smile he always his did. His mood seemed great. But, Leonel was quite aware that much of this was a façade.

A leader of men didn't always have the luxury of wearing his heart on his sleeve. This was a curse that it seemed both Lancelot and Arthur were afflicted with.

Leonel nodded. "The restrictions I placed on him are modified Three Star Magus Arts. Though they're not able to stop him completely, it will take him some effort to break them even if he goes all out. My estimates sits at ... seven seconds. By the time he breaks it, I'll already be aware and that time is enough for me to activate the teleportation key I hid on him."

Lancelot nodded with some assurance, his smile as bright as ever.

"About these negotiations, Leonel. I'm curious about this Ascension Empire and what joining them means for Camelot."

Leonel sighed. "The Ascension Empire is just like any other. Its main focus is growth, expansion and holding onto its power. In the past, what mattered most was your talent and now what also matters most is still your talent. In truth, I wouldn't say that it's any different from Camelot. The only difference is that compared to being at the top like you are now, you will have to fight to hold such a position again."

Leonel swept a glance toward Lancelot, half expecting him to defend Camelot and speak words about how much they loved their people and other similar things.

Leonel was being quite kind to Camelot. Compared to The Empire, Camelot treated its 'lesser-thans' far worse. At least

would be easier to deal with Invalid tides. In fact, much of the reason Leonel didn't run into an Invalid despite the

worlds in similar positions would have to spend centuries fighting against Invalids. By the time they established themselves, their worlds would have to be separated in

this problem. And, with the exception of the

but wonder how much of the invention of Paradise Islands were about land shortage... and how much was

Lancelot nodded, not a hint of derision on his face. "I hope they will be

somewhat sadly, a slight crack showing

what happened

wasn't intentional. In truth, I did it mostly

irises dimming somewhat. "... It's unfortunate that selfishness isn't always possible, and selflessness isn't

remained silent for a long while

after selfishness has finished taking everything it wants first. After that, the selfless can only find

froze. He looked toward Leonel's

it just

to resonate with

space

ground beneath

gaze sharpened. 'It's here? That

tugging at the back of his mind. However, his Dreamscape

himself knew. The more he thought about it, the more possibilities he crossed off... the more he realized that there was only one possible explanation

quests

and Leonel had already saved King Arthur from a fate of death, if he could just resolve the love

was one issue with

have the heart to do so even if he didn't know her so well, they were now intimately acquainted. To Leonel, killing Mordred would feel no different from killing any one of his

moment when he called Mordred his friend,

in place