Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze locked onto Nile who had begun to approach him with their group.

Nile's jaw clenched, his body tensing. It felt like a python was slowly constricting around his body. This sort of aura, he had only ever sensed it from Prince Noah. He didn't understand how such presence could also come from a young man who seemed to be at least a few years his junior.

However, Nile remained standing. Other than his slightly abnormal breathing, one would never think that anything was wrong with him.

"This is the official business of The Empire and His Highness, Prince Fawkes. This isn't something you should meddle in."

Leonel slowly turned to face Nile. "Is that the question I asked?"

Indifference. Disregard.

One could easily see by Leonel's wrist that much like Aina, he too was a citizen of The Empire. But, unlike Aina who had chosen to acquiesce to their demands for the sake of not splintering relations, Leonel simply did not care.

"I asked you a very simple question."

Leonel took a step forward.

"Who is responsible."

Nile stood, his spine shivering. He gripped his spear as tightly as he could, trying to calm himself. But, despite the endless battles he had experienced, he couldn't seem to find any sense of peace beneath Leonel's glare.

It was fine for someone of Camelot to not understand the strength of The Empire, but Leonel, as a person who had grown up within its walls and been indoctrinated since birth shouldn't be so ignorant. It should be almost impossible for anyone indoctrinated to such an extent to defect, especially not if they were so talented.

Anyone with Leonel's level of talent was most definitely a Five Star Professional. Such existences received the best schooling and had the deepest understanding of The Empire. Their deification of the Fawkes Royal Family should practically be ingrained into their bones.

Empire was mentioned. His breathing

Leonel that

I gave the order

that moment, a calm voice

soothed the atmosphere, but the brunt

a moment, the muffled sounds of two clashing titans reverberated

moment. Because upon hearing such words, Leonel

Leonel's foot as he planted on the ground hard, shooting toward Noah,

"Prince!"

eyes widened. He forced his body to

It was as though the latter hadn't blocked his path in the slightest, he might

Nile roared, but from an objective party's vantage point, he seemed to be trying to shout his fear

move in the slightest.

brandished his spear, piercing it forward with

within his irises, dancing within them and leaving arcs of

its tip crackling with the same fierceness. Nile didn't believe that the bronze bell that surrounded Leonel could deflect his strike just as easily. But, what was shocking was that the illusory bell dissipated just

coldly, his

popping

single man. But in the

that Leonel would try to meet his spear with a bare hand. He had never seen such a foolish battle tactic. Even if Leonel was a master of hand to hand combat, shouldn't he at

at a complete loss. Just when it seemed that Leonel's fist would be split in two, his spear completely

above, a gaze of indifference and disdain coloring their

resistance crumbled. He couldn't even react before Leonel's fist tore a hole through his collarbone and shoulder. The strike was so fierce and swift that he