Dimensional Descent

Leonel was shocked to the point of speechlessness. Did he really just hear what he thought he did?

"… You don't want to?"

Aina's soft voice shook Leonel to his core. She had never sounded so fragile to him before and a part of him thought that the only reason she managed to drum up the courage to say such a thing was because she was facing away from him.

"Yes, yes. I'll do it!" Leonel hurriedly replied.

Aina stood from Leonel's lap, still facing away from him. Most of her alluring back-view was obstructed by [Light Curtain] and her long hair. But, Leonel's imagination alone seemed to be capable of spinning him away into a land of fantasy.

Aina slowly waded into the deeper waters until her waist was submerged. Her body shifted slightly and Leonel's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she bent over and stood again with a black fabric in her hand.

'… That's definitely… That's definitely her underwear…'

Leonel looked toward the ceiling and gulped.

"… Are you coming?"

Aina's voice sounded even weaker than before. If Leonel didn't know better, he would think that she was still wounded.

Shaking his head, Leonel also stood from his seated position. He had already taken off his upper garments, revealing a toned torso, even more toned than he seemed to remember, in fact. So, all he had to do now was take off his pants.

Leonel looked down toward a certain region.

'Behave.' He said sternly.

to the side, slowly walking

she shuddered slightly, but she still grabbed at her long hair, pulling it into a ponytail and sweeping it to her

pool. With the ability of the Cleansing Waters,

had uses for these herbs, however that didn't mean

do you like more? This one?

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it

while, she finally paid attention

and raised

gentle purple color and dozens of tiny petals clumped together to form its figure. It had a slight spicy scent that tickled the nose almost

but each was as large as Aina's palm

lavender, but also of freshly made apple juice. It was hard

Aina said softly,

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

learned from Camelot numbered in the hundreds to even thousands. Among them, not all were tailored toward battle. In fact, the vast

Arts Leonel learned built the

Arts could do. There were many that existed not for the sake of battle, but rather for

concentrate natural fragrances one found in the wild into a liquid,

hadn't exactly invented soap. So, they found other

flower and grinding it into a paste. That paste soon dissolved into the water and

over a liter

thick liquid to hover in the air before dabbing it the towel. Steeling his will, he

Aina suddenly

heart filled with

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