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.

pants to the side, slowly

slightly, but she still grabbed at her long hair, pulling it into a

towel at the edge of the pool. With the ability of the Cleansing Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But, Leonel still brought out a few herbs he had found in the underground

that didn't mean that they didn't have special abilities of their

smiled. "Which scent do you like more? This

how close Leonel was. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it was the sort of feeling that sent goosebumps

while, she finally

arm stretched around her and raised two different budding flowers to

figure. It had a slight spicy scent that tickled the nose almost like a carbonated drink. It reminded Aina

pale that it almost seemed white at first glance. It only had three petals, but each was as large as Aina's palm and flopped about like drooping dog ears. Though Aina's hands weren't particularly big to begin with, such a

of freshly made apple juice. It was hard to pinpoint its exact scent, but

Aina said softly, pointing to

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

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

Leonel learned

that didn't mean that this was all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many that existed not for the sake of battle, but rather for

by the name of [Fragrant Touch]. It was able to concentrate natural fragrances one found in the wild into a liquid, soapy form. It was a favorite of female water mages, especially when they were

course, this was only because Camelot hadn't

of Cleansing Waters spiraled up from the pool around the two, circling around the yellow flower and grinding it into a paste. That paste soon dissolved

single flower formed over a liter of this viscous

the blob of thick liquid to hover in the air before dabbing it

Aina suddenly

Leonel paused, his heart filled with half relief and

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