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.

tossed his pants to the side,

long hair, pulling it into a ponytail and sweeping it to her front. The

the Cleansing Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But, Leonel still brought out a few herbs

didn't mean that they

scent do you like more? This one? Or, this

warm breath on her neck, it was

finally paid attention to

and raised two different

figure. It had a slight spicy scent that tickled the nose

but each was as large as Aina's palm and flopped about like drooping dog ears. Though Aina's hands weren't

also of freshly made apple juice. It was hard to pinpoint its

softly, pointing to the yellow

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 vast

Arts Leonel learned built the

'useless' Arts could do. There were many that existed not for the

one found in the

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

pool around the two, circling around the yellow flower and grinding it into

a single flower formed over a liter of

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

Leonel paused, his heart filled with

words almost made his