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.

Empire, Camelot treated its 'lesser-thans' far worse. At

billions to die just so that it would be easier to deal with Invalid tides. In fact, much of the reason Leonel didn't run into an Invalid despite the early

Invalids. By the time they established themselves, their worlds would have to be separated in safe and unsafe

much immediately, Earth never had to deal with this problem. And, with the exception

Paradise Islands were about land shortage... and how much was a

"I hope they will be better at finding talents than we

slight crack showing in his

didn't have an opportunity to say it before, but I'm sorry for what happened to you. To think that you

chuckle. "I can't take credit for that, it wasn't intentional. In truth, I did it mostly to save my own life. It's just that

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

for a long while before

taking everything it wants

He looked toward Leonel's side profile,

just a

to resonate

space

moment, the ground beneath their feet began

gaze sharpened. 'It's here? That

a feeling tugging at the back of his mind. However, his Dreamscape didn't

maybe even he 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 hadn't ended

King Arthur from a fate of death,

there was one issue with

alone the fact that he wouldn't 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 teammates. He couldn't bear

called Mordred his friend,

not a game so their quests didn't exist just for the sake of existing. The quests were in place as guides to those who entered, allowing them to