Dimensional Descent

Chapter 751 - Crest

Leonel wasn't very surprised when he was led to the manor he saw in the distance previously. However, he still couldn't help but watch as the streets became cleaner, more well paved, better kempt…

It was as though he was slowly traveling into a new world, step by step.

The houses grew larger, more elaborate. Guards began to show their presence more and more often. The number of luxuries seemed to skyrocket with every street he passed by.

The most common marker of this wealth was weight. Overweight women and men seemed to be everywhere, chatting idly, drinking things the poor could never get and spitting out food the poor could never taste.

Then, there was the holy grail of them all.

The manor was four stories tall and just its front face was 50 meters long from end to end. At its doors, true guards stood, wearing the same armor as the fat man by Leonel's side. Except, these guards were actually powerful, powerful enough that Leonel's patience fell by another measure the more of them he saw.

Where were these strong warriors when they fought that battle? Where had this equipment and armor they wore been? It can't be that they stood here this entire time to protect a manor that was dozens of miles from the battlefield… right?

"His Lordship has requested The General's presence." The fat man spoke to the guards.

Seemingly recognizing this man's identity, even some of the guards gave him looks of disdain. But, toward these kind of people, Leonel didn't particularly care if they sided with him or not. Ultimately, were they not here while men much weaker than them, far less trained, and far less fed fought in their stead?

Who were they to feel disdain toward anybody?

step, the marble cracked and splintered. But, he continued walking as though nothing had happened, passing

forgetting to follow -- the cold sweat that covered the backs of the guards could practically form

…

item Leonel laid eyes on cause his mind to flash to another under nourished soldier, another

guide him. With his Internal Sight, the entire layout

elaborate feast. If there was ever an incarnation of gluttony, Leonel felt

fruit, two cakes that were at least a meter tall each, pitchers of juice that could all fill their own table… The spread was

glance by the speed and pace these eight men and women ate

a bite or two taken out of them, juice cups were swapped between with the nourishing fluids

calmer. Eventually, he became so placid that he didn't even seem to exist anymore. As a result, no one seemed to notice he was here for

I'm quite

speak, a half finished chicken leg still being worked

of spoils given to me, my own General

do you think a Lord like me is

as he

"Hm?"

at him. Rather, Leonel was looking up at

quite

of a roaring lion etched onto it.

in an odd, ancient language with

a Warrior. The Heart of