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,

close, she shuddered slightly, but she still grabbed at her long hair, pulling it into a ponytail and sweeping it to her front. The action should have completely exposed her

Cleansing Waters, soap was completely unnecessary. But, Leonel still

herbs, however that didn't mean that they

"Which scent do you like more? This

on her neck, it

while, she finally

around her and raised

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

as Aina's palm and flopped about like drooping dog ears. Though Aina's hands weren't particularly big to begin

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

said softly, pointing to the yellow

Leonel nodded. "Watch this."

thousands. Among them, not all were tailored toward battle. In

Arts Leonel learned built the foundation for far more complex

this was all the 'useless' Arts could do. There were many

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

Camelot hadn't

At that 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

a single flower formed over a

blob of thick liquid to hover in the air before dabbing it the towel. Steeling his

suddenly spoke

Leonel paused, his heart filled with half

next words almost made his vision go