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 the

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

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

that didn't mean that they

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

She could feel his warm breath on her

a while, she finally paid attention to Leonel's

arm stretched around her and raised two different budding flowers to her

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

glance. It only had three petals, but each was as large as Aina's palm and flopped

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

Aina said softly, pointing to the yellow

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

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

the 'useless' Light Elemental Apprentice Arts Leonel learned built the foundation for

that didn't mean that this was all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many that

name of [Fragrant Touch]. It was able to concentrate natural fragrances one found in the wild into a liquid, soapy

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

the two, circling around the yellow flower and grinding it into a paste. That paste soon

flower formed over a

thick liquid to hover in the air

Aina suddenly spoke

filled with half relief and half

Aina's next words almost made