Dimensional Descent

Leonel's endless barrage of fists suddenly came to a grinding halt, his indifferent gaze flickering.

Unconscious, Noah finally fell heavily to the ground, his breathing short and hurried. Maybe he could consider himself lucky to be in such a state, or it would be impossible to measure the amount of pain he would be in.

At that moment, the roaring white ape finally got an opening to attack, but it seemed to lose its will when Leonel swept a gaze over it. It felt a heavy gravity field envelop it, making its knees tremble.

Leonel frowned, shifting his senses toward Jessica who was still in a state of agitation.

Ignoring everything else, Leonel's palm flipped over to reveal the flat disk-like dictionary.

"Who is my grandfather?"

[ *Ping* ]

The dictionary flickered, causing Leonel's eyes to narrow. It had been a long time since one of his questions caused a recording to appear. Usually, if Leonel didn't want to watch a mechanical version of his father, he had to go back and watch the lessons his old man left on Force Crafting. But, it seemed he wouldn't have to this time.

"Ah, I never expected you to ask this question."

Leonel's father appeared with his usual carefree demeanor, scratching the back of his head. Eventually, he pushed his glasses up and looked forward.

"I know you wouldn't care enough to ask on your own, so it must have been some busybody flapping their gums a bit too much. Ai, what a headache."

entire battlefield had focused on him. In fact, the others felt their knees go weak, any surprise they felt for

them feel as though they were standing in the presence of a wild beast. But, what was maybe more shocking was the fact that Leonel seemed completely

all his life, so how could he possibly notice the kind of effect he had on others? Just

their fault Leonel was asking this question and that he

stand. Even knowing that Leonel was looming over him,

his resemblance to Leonel… was this the uncle his

Your grandfather is

must be about his other grandfather, unless Jessica had really been lying, that

he was aware, Emperor Fawkes wasn't dead, so this

to this. His grandparents had never been in his life, so one way or another, he

he saw a flicker of

had never seen his father become angry. Much of his own personality came from his father, the same cheery, charming

his father displaying any emotion other than carefreeness, and that was when he spoke about treating Familiars

had been adamant that he must treat his Metal Spirit well. But, even then, though his father had formed a murderous aura…

the surroundings seemed

reaching a certain standard of strength. It seems that you haven't just yet, so this is all I

staring coldly

words were short and brisk, but they already made his already

that he would think she had been lying. Though she didn't know what that treasure of