Dimensional Descent

Leonel pocketed the Segmented Cube and seemed to finally realize that the atmosphere was a bit off. He swept a gaze forward and noticed Noah.

After a brief pause, he turned back to Aina.

"Are you sure that it's comfortable?"

Aina giggled. This was the fourth or fifth time Leonel had asked this question.

"Yes, really, it is."

She lightly touched the mask on her face, a light smile blooming beneath.

She normally wouldn't wear a mask, but the purpose of this one wasn't to hide her appearance.

After learning about Aina's curse and the time limit, Leonel found out that there was a way to delay the progress of the curse. It was obvious that it was greatly suppressed by Cleansing Waters, so Leonel chose to Craft a mask for Aina that could help her.

What he hadn't expected, though, was for Aina to like the mask so much. Though she never said anything, the curse placed her in a perpetual state of discomfort. Even in its least inflamed form where her scars appeared no different from knife wounds, there was an uncomfortable tightness and itchiness she always had to deal with.

But, for the first time, she felt completely at ease. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that Leonel had cured her completely.

The mask itself was something that Leonel put his heart and soul into. It was actually the reason they had taken an extra two days to exit the Segmented Cube, other than celebrating Aina's birthday, of course.

gave the mask itself a premium white glow that seemed somewhat like

inner-workings of the mask were forged with the Ice Vein type Ore, Misty Dream

Vein Ore, it was known for its ability to keep its ice-like state even

Cleansing Waters. The combination of the two allowed Aina to have a fine mist of Cleansing Water perpetually hovering

milky whiteness to the sharp blue lines of the Misty Dream Ore made it look particularly dazzling. In fact, even Aina hadn't

to give it defensive strength rivaling a Tier 8

how valuable Force Crafters were, but how could Aina not be aware? The realization that Leonel hadn't been

He wasn't that type of person. Rather,

he was almost at the standard of a Fifth Dimensional Force Crafter. At his age, at least in worlds as weak as theirs… That was completely unheard

smiled bitterly when she saw how the two were still somehow in their own world. Didn't

Mordred cleared her throat.

"Sorry, I heard that there were negotiations happening now? I've already promised Em to take the helm

Mordred couldn't help but smile. It seemed that she

was willing to beat this cousin of his so savagely, there shouldn't have been anything to worry about to

Prince of The Empire, something like Leonel negotiating on behalf of outsiders was highly inappropriate. She wanted to open her mouth to say something,

"As you wish."

Leonel nodded.