Dimensional Descent

"Do you want us to come with you?" Mordred asked.

Leonel shook his head. He was less interested about the state of Earth and more interested about his own personal strength growing. After witnessing Noah's comprehension of Winter, he felt like he had finally come to understand something, so he wanted to test those waters.

And, even if he hadn't, it was better for Mordred and Arthur to stay here.

"I don't believe that they'll give up on Camelot so easily. Depending on how the wars on other Provinces go, they might send another group here. It's best if you remain in this place."

Arthur and Mordred nodded.

"But, defending isn't all you should do." Leonel suddenly thought of something. "Put some effort into organizing your people. With all of them slowly awakening to their abilities, there's definitely a lot of untapped potential. It's hard to tell how long this war will go on for, but Camelot could play a bigger role than it seems…

"I didn't say this before, but even if I can give you merits as a Prince, there's still a limit to how much. For example, I can't just give you enough for a Grand Prime Minister title. If you wanted such a position, you'll have to fight for it yourself."

Arthur's gaze narrowed, but in the end, he nodded.

After saying this, Leonel grabbed onto Aina's small hand and walked out of the military tent. He quite enjoyed the feeling, so he most definitely wouldn't let an opportunity to do so slip by.

But, while he was in his own world, he almost didn't notice that Noah and Jessica were actually still waiting for him outside, stationed before their troop.

Noah looked between Leonel and Aina. Truthfully, he didn't know how a Prince of the Empire ended up with a woman of the hidden families. Even when he brought this up to his grandfather, Emperor Fawkes brushed it off without a care in the world as though it wasn't a big deal. In fact, his Imperial Grandfather even said that he should try to be more proactive in love too.

grandfather always seemed to have a warm air about him, Noah could feel the underlying oppression in his every action. Making such

same

effectively losing half his fighting strength and warriors he had carefully nurtured for the past more than

in the slightest. There weren't any fluctuations in his emotions and

hard to tell if there was no uproar because it didn't matter to them one way or if they were simply just this well

leaving it numbering at about 500. The remainder had been stationed at White City and it seemed the Tyrron had gone to manage

raised an eyebrow and

no need to question his strength. But, commanding a group of men and women went beyond just strength. It required judgement

wondered… Should he take his 'grandfather' up on his offer? Or, should he

a while, Leonel made a decision. No, rather… It felt more like an

Leonel said

drew a line down the middle of Noah's troop

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an oddly peaceful place. Along with the Capital, it was among the only two Provinces of Earth that seemed completely unaffected by

with nature. Green forests, tall mountains, and gently rushing

was purposely left here to make it even more difficult for prisoners to escape, not that they'd ever step foot out of the perimeter of Dark Cloud Prison, that

idea of an entire Province being cornered off for a Prison sounded insane. But, to summarize it not so many words:

they seemed to be open concept with plenty of windows, everyone knew

could see. What many didn't know was that the hexagonal ring structure of Dark Cloud

seen,

that two guards walked, their steps