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.

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

that The Emperor himself was responsible, there was no doubt that Leonel would brandish his spear toward the

was me. I gave the

moment, a calm voice

brunt of it held an

of two clashing titans reverberated through the

just a moment. Because upon hearing such words, Leonel didn't breathe

Leonel's foot as he planted on the ground hard, shooting toward Noah, a red-violet color flickering

"Prince!"

eyes widened. He forced his body to move,

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

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

under his command, even to this point, didn't seem to have the ability to move in the slightest. Even after seeing through to Leonel's goal, they felt that their movements were sluggish

it forward with all his

within them

that the bronze bell that surrounded Leonel could deflect his strike just

coldly, his

sound of his bones popping and his muscles stretching

a single man. But in the next, he was

battle tactic. Even if Leonel was a master of hand to hand combat, shouldn't he at

Just when it seemed that

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

even react before Leonel's fist tore a hole through his collarbone and shoulder. The strike was so fierce and