Dimensional Descent

Leonel felt as though his grandfather's every word was grating on his soul.

But he still stood there, his mind wrapped in a steel cage, clearly unwilling to accept the things he was hearing. A part of him would have rather ignored it all.

As quick as Leonel's mind was, if he wanted to come with excuses to ignore valid points, he could run circles even around this grandfather of his. His mind was simply too nimble and quick. And, as expected, that was exactly what he did. In no more than a breath of silence, he had already come up with several rebuttals.

His father? Wasn't he just restricted by the same things the hidden families were? How could he have interfered if he had rules he wasn't allowed to break?

His treasures? If he had handed them in, would they really have helped his friends? Trusting Supreme Monet with his things, would that have really been an intelligent thing to do?

Pisces? That backstabbing bitch? Was she really the same as the weak? Why should she be categorized as such?

The worst of it all was the fallacy of Emperor Fawkes' argument. He and Leonel weren't even remotely in the same position. One of them hadn't even known of their noble status until a few weeks ago while the latter was an Emperor of a world. There was a very clear dividing line in their responsibilities. There was no way Leonel should care more about the citizens of Earth than their Emperor.

Even if Leonel was the most selfish individual there was… So what? His burden wasn't the same as this supposed Emperor. Why were they even being compared?

However, in the breath it had taken Leonel to think of these things, Emperor Fawkes had continued speaking as though he had never taken a pause to begin with.

"Those were the last words I'll say on the topic. If you feel that you would be a better Emperor, I am right here. If you can defeat me, the throne is yours."

"Imperial Father!"

cracked, replaced by something other than indifference for

man before him felt like rolling hills that extended to infinity, like an endlessly rising land that shot into the skies, like a lurking beast slumbering as though there was nothing that could gain his

ignored his

this crown isn't something you can carry. You're weak. And worst of all, you don't seem to

as though he could see through him completely, even down to all the rebuttals he had at the tip of his tongue. But, true to his word,

his way around his words as though this was a debate rather than real life, that only meant that Leonel was even weaker than even he

do it again. He had no

long as you are on Earth. My dignity isn't something that can

to shift. It felt as though

help but think that it was precisely this old man who had earned the World

without the World Spirit was even more shocking. So,

leave Earth, though, you will be on your own. I doubt that Shield Cross Stars will be as blatant as they have been to this point, but

Scithe was. But, for some reason, hearing his name made him feel

most definitely be shocked beyond belief. Commander Scithe had been biding his time to strike at Leonel, yet

though that wasn't shocking enough, Commander Scithe was a Fifth

only matters to those who know of it. When it comes

though his

But only some people knew about it? He had a fugitive status? But it only mattered to those

did any of that