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

hair, pulling it into a ponytail and sweeping it to her

a small towel at the edge of the pool. With the ability of the Cleansing Waters, soap

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

smiled. "Which scent do you like more?

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it was the sort of feeling that sent

while, she finally paid

stretched around her and raised two different budding flowers to her

tiny petals clumped together to form its figure. It had a slight spicy

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

It reminded Aina somewhat of lavender, but also of freshly made apple juice. It was hard to pinpoint its exact scent, but it

Aina said softly,

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

number of Mage Arts Leonel had learned from Camelot numbered in the hundreds to even thousands. Among them, not all were tailored toward battle. In fact, the

Apprentice Arts Leonel learned built the foundation for far more complex

do. There were many that existed

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

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

moment, tendrils 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

flower formed over a

allowed the blob of thick liquid to hover in the air before dabbing it the towel. Steeling his will, he approached Aina's

suddenly spoke

filled with

next words almost made his vision go