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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distant city that dwarfed the small town in size and stature, a man

beard was indeed greying, rather than giving him the look of an old, out of his prime man. It instead gave him an air of

life at the hands of his General. Since

they're meant to, they've turned their weapons toward the Capital and have been steadily eating

listened to this matter without much of a change in expression. However, the court ministers around him already began to bluster in rage before he,

BANG!

power, Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless in combat like he had

his hands! This scourge

why don't you go lead an army to stop him? Hm? Let him see what the esteemed Mikael the Round can

was Mikael the Sturdy, not Round. It was clear that someone was

he looked over and so who it was, his fury only

to say, Normand the Cuckold. How

back in his chair, his feet laying up on a similar wooden railing to the one Mikael slammed. The only difference was that the two were on

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

being insulted even more blatantly than Mikael had been, Normand didn't react in nearly as enraged a fashion. In fact, he laughed

knew the story behind this could only show a range of reactions. Some shook their heads, some ignored the situation entirely, but the majority snickered. It was clear that amongst nobles, Normand wasn't well liked at

next words proved exactly

behest of his favorite son. What can I say? I simply

moping about right now were here, would you even let them lick the dirt off the sole of