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.

didn't even blink an eye when The Empire was mentioned. His breathing didn't hitch, his heart didn't skip

longer. If he opened his mouth and told Leonel that The Emperor himself was responsible, there was no doubt that Leonel would brandish his spear

was me. I gave

moment, a calm voice

atmosphere, but the brunt of it held an aura that soared, colliding with

sounds of two clashing titans reverberated through

moment. Because upon hearing such words,

chain, violent winds surged around Leonel's foot as he planted on the ground

"Prince!"

eyes widened. He forced his body to move, trying to

the latter hadn't blocked his path in

Nile roared, but from an objective party's vantage point,

ability to move in the slightest. Even after seeing through to Leonel's goal, they felt that their

piercing it forward with all

irises, dancing within them and leaving

kind, 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 when Leonel

coldly, his fist whipping

bones popping and his muscles

seemed like just a single man. But in the next, he was like the

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 least use gloves to cover

at a complete loss. Just when it seemed that Leonel's fist

a gaze of indifference and disdain coloring their features. To use a spear before a God… what was he

hole through his collarbone and shoulder. The strike was so fierce and swift that he wasn't