Dimensional Descent

At least that was what Leonel thought… But when the old timers actually came to their station, he began to question himself all over again.

"Hello Kaela." Jac smiled amiably. "How have you been?"

Kaela's face was a bit stiff, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.

"I've been good, Elder Beinala."

"Ai, what a distant form of address. What happened to the little girl who would always cutely call me master? Is there a need to be like this?"

Kaela's face still remained somewhat stiff. Every fiber of her being wanted to stick a middle finger up and tell this old fart to go to hell, but she knew that despite the amiable personality of this old man, he wielded quite a bit of power in Valiant Heart. She didn't want to risk her path being cut off for no reason.

She had already managed to separate from this old man without incurring too much of a penalty. She didn't want to risk anymore.

"Alright, Jac. Stop teasing the poor girl. If you had lightened up the workload on those poor little kids like I told you, she would have never left."

"Ai, I was just trying to get her full potential out!"

"Alright, alright. You've said this many times already. It seems your favorite disciple is doing quite well for herself, even ready to submit some new designs for the Exchange List. How about we give her the stage."

Who Leonel thought were Beinala's two wives mediatated the situation, finally letting them get down to business.

Leonel realized at that moment that he might have misread the looks the old timers had been given their station. He forgot to consider the fact they might just be looking because they recognized Kaela.

From their talk, it seemed that these old timers were closer to Kaela than he thought. At the very least, though Kaela was unsatisfied with their relationship, the three of them didn't dislike the young girl. They even seemed to somewhat understand her decision.

this was the case… Was there really no trump card coming? Was there no table flip? No

couldn't wrap his head around it at

and began to introduce the

products total split into two categories. We have a consumable product and a defensive

Polished Grenade and Elite Polished Grenade. They make use of

Beinala's

So, she was obviously

nodded, growing more

work on the same principle. We make use of

confident. Soon, her presentation became somewhat of a performance. Leonel couldn't help but think that she'd be a

that the Polished Grenade can kill anyone below Tier 4 and severely injure someone at Tier 4? And the Elite version

Kaela beamed. "Yes."

had never actually tested the grenades, but she was confident in Leonel's assessment. If there

the

Jac asked the

brighter. "The common version will cost just 5 merit points. The Elite version will

blinked, looking at each other in shock. The only reason they hadn't been too shocked by the strength of these grenades was because they expected it to be expensive. This was usually the case with the inventions of

ideas, powerful, even. But they would be much to expensive to manufacture on

1 merit point was just 10 kilograms of Fourth Dimensional Urbe Ore. To buy something that could kill a Tier 6 existence with just 100 kilograms

this is the price you want to sell it at?" Beinala looked toward the

"Certain." Kaela said confidently.

his gaze toward the defensive product they had

"And this?"