Dimensional Descent

Chapter 753 - Three Months

Feeling their gazes was more than just that. It wasn't like what one would experience standing before a crowd and being expected to give a well thought out speech.

No… It was far heavier than that. As though the burden of their hopes and dreams had suddenly been settled onto his shoulders, as though he was their light bearer, as though he was their only hope.

It was a different kind of weight, one that would definitely crush the heart and soul of any man unworthy of it all.

Rollan stood down below, holding onto the small, trembling hand of his wife. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through the space between them, landing on Leonel with a burning light, an endless fervor.

He looked from Leonel's face to the bloodied, four meter long spear in his hand. The crimson liquid dripped slowly from its tip, rebounding off of the marbled steps.

The sound, slow and rhythmic, beat along with their hearts.

"This is your choice?" Leonel asked.

In return, silence was all he received.

"Alright, then."

The crowd of commoners erupted, their roars and cheers surging through the small town like a torrential wave. For the first time, the nobles began to feel some fear of their own, none of them daring to so much as peek out from their windows.

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dwarfed the small town in size and stature, a man with a greying beard sat upon a throne,

of his prime man. It instead gave him an air of wisdom and confidence, even bolstering his looks to a

Your Majesty, Helyes' death has been confirmed. According to reports, he lost his life at the hands of his General. Since then, the town has

the border as they're meant to, they've turned their weapons toward the Capital and have

this matter without much of a change in expression. However, the court ministers around him already began

BANG!

power, Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless in combat like he had for the other nobles. In fact, this

is on his hands!

an army to stop him? Hm? Let him

look of fury over. His title was Mikael the Sturdy, not Round. It was

so who it

sure have a lot to say, Normand the Cuckold. How about you come over here and

the fact he was in the King's presence, he had reclined back in his chair, his feet laying up on a similar wooden railing

of his nose could be considered to be at the peak of perfection. He was truly a handsome man amongst handsome men. Even though he was slouched and his figure wasn't clear, one had no doubt that he

as enraged a fashion. In fact, he laughed as though

behind this could only show a range of reactions. Some shook their heads, some ignored the situation entirely, but the majority snickered. It was

words proved

was indeed snatched away by His Majesty at the behest of his favorite son. What can I say? I simply did my duty. It's very amusing, even I laugh, I don't mind if you

you're crying and moping about right now were here, would you even let them