Dimensional Descent

Chapter 752 - Silence.

Leonel watched as the corpses fell before him. The screams of the attendees and the subsequent commotion of the manor all shook the city, yet he didn't seem to be able to hear anything.

He stared at Lord Helyes' body as it slowly bled out before him. Even now, the man struggled to gasp and gurgle, his gradually dimming eyes still filled with shock.

Even as he died, he couldn't fathom the idea of someone killing him, he couldn't wrap his head around how someone beneath him, someone he had appointed, no less, could possibly treat him in this way.

When Helyes took his last, struggling breath, Leonel turned and walked out of the dining room, his gaze still suffused with coldness.

Walking down the hallways, there were some guards who simply charged by him despite the fact he still wielded a bloody spear. Maybe in their minds, they still couldn't wrap their heads around the idea of someone attacking their Lord either. So, when they heard such commotion and alarm, their first reaction was to understand the situation before taking action.

As for the few guards with sense enough to realize that these matters were definitely related to Leonel, they received a whipping spear to the side of their heads, causing their brains to rattle within their skulls.

The commotion of the city continued to grow. However, it soon became obvious to Leonel that not all of it was caused by himself. There was most definitely something else going on. But, even Leonel was shocked when he stepped out of the manor doors to find the source.

that moment, Leonel stood at the top of the manor's marbled steps, his position unwittingly being right above the cracks

there was

of the Majesty Helyes mentioned before his death. But, Leonel knew that such a thing was far too quick. He had no idea who this Majesty was, but what he did know

the surge got closer, though, even Leonel couldn't help

wasn't this so-called Majesty. But the source

noble district. Without a care for the risk to their lives,

the shimmering armor of the guards they faced, their equipment

unable to afford shoes. Most wore rags that could barely cover their bodies. Some gripped makeshift weapons or kitchen knives so awkwardly that it became clear

too well. Even from so far away, Leonel could see the fury and determination that lit his eyes. But, what was maybe even more

for her. Her face was the picture of nervousness crossed with resolve, but the tears

Rather, he felt as though he was watching his little sister try her best to open a jar with her tiny hands. She squeezed and grunted, putting in all the effort her small body allowed. However, it only resulted in sniveling tears that made

beyond Leonel's range of understanding. He didn't even

if he was Rollan, he most definitely wouldn't have the resolve that would be needed to march into enemy territory with his wife by his side like this,

wrong

that the answer was too complicated.