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.

his pants to

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

Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But,

for these herbs, however that didn't

do you like more? This one? Or, this

on her neck, it was the sort

she finally paid attention

arm stretched around her and raised two different

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

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

far more subtle. It reminded Aina somewhat of lavender, but also of freshly made apple juice. It was hard to

one." Aina said softly, pointing to the

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

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

Leonel learned built

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

to concentrate natural fragrances one found in the wild into a liquid, soapy form.

because Camelot hadn't exactly invented soap. So, they

spiraled up from the pool around the two, circling around the yellow flower and grinding it into a

formed over a liter of this

in the air before dabbing it the towel. Steeling his

suddenly

filled with half relief

almost made