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 the side,

long hair, pulling it into a ponytail

Touch] and grabbed a small towel at the edge of the pool. With the ability of the Cleansing Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But, Leonel still

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

"Which scent do you like more? This one? Or,

close Leonel was. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it was the sort

finally paid attention to

around her and raised two different

gentle purple color and dozens of tiny petals clumped together to form its figure. It had a slight spicy scent that tickled the nose almost like a carbonated drink. It

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 size on

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

said softly, pointing to

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

not all were tailored toward battle. In fact, the vast majority weren't. They rather existed almost as foundational understandings one

Leonel learned built the foundation for far more complex

mean that this was all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many that existed not for

one water spell that went 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

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

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

a single flower formed over a

the blob of thick liquid to hover in the air

Aina suddenly spoke

Leonel paused, his heart filled with half relief and

almost made his