Dimensional Descent

Leonel's sharp intake of breath slowly calmed, his emotions sitting on a cloud high above. He didn't believe that there could be a greater happiness in the world. It wasn't just about the feeling itself, but rather about the fact the woman he liked so much had been by his side during it.

"… You didn't have to do that."

Leonel's voice carried and edgy gruff to it. Maybe it would still take him a while longer to recover completely.

"No, I didn't have to." Aina said with a sweet smile. "I wanted to."

Leonel smiled beside himself.

"Looks like we need another bath." Leonel said playfully before hoisting Aina up again.

She giggled lightly, letting Leonel do as he pleased.

…

While the couple were in their own little world, they had no idea about the goings-on outside.

Though the Segmented Cube had been left right in the middle of a battlefield, no one dared to disturb it. Was that a joke? With how wrathful Leonel had been despite the fact no one had actually laid a finger on Aina, how would he react if they tried to interfere in his matters now?

dumped in a pile to be burned. Or, rather, Arthur had tried to do this, only to

The last thing they could afford now was some sort of diseased outbreak. Arthur didn't know if the Fourth Dimension still had plagues, but what he did know was that if

finally learned

"… He did what?"

though he was examining a mentally ill patient. He wasn't very fond of Demons to begin with, so he was hesitant to believe their words

indifferent and his demeanor carrying the very same scholarly air. He didn't understand the rhetorical question culture of humans. In fact,

well that Arthur had already heard what he said, so there was absolutely no need for him to repeat

out a hand, stopping the situation from reaching a point of escalation. "Is what you said true,

capture killed themselves, so now there's no one left. There should only be the normal citizens of White City left. Before he left, Leonel suggested that we mobilize an army

Mordred fell into

citizens of another world unconquered. Also, there was always the chance of others coming to take it over. If that happened, then Camelot would be thrust right back into the same

both aware that Leonel's suggestion was the smartest. It was really inadvisable to leave a

"Alright, we will –"

words paused, his gaze

Mordred and Crakos – were within a military tent on the very same battlefield City Lord White had fallen on. It had been about two days since Noah and his

the ass whooping Leonel gave them, he wouldn't have had the face to stay either. But,

had semi recovered

time. He could have blasted a hole through his heart, but he gave the Junior Governor Duke a

that he was still heavily injured. Yet, if it wasn't for the natural reaction of his skin tone, it would be impossible to

a glance over the battlefield. Seeing that the Segmented Cube was still in the same place it had been before, his gaze flashed with an imperceptible light, but he didn't say anything until he made his way to Arthur's tent riding upon the back