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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town in size and stature, a man with a greying beard sat

instead gave him an

his General. Since then, the town has been gathered beneath the rulership of the General and has even begun to

toward the Capital and have been steadily eating away at our Territory. At this point, seven town and two cities

much of a change in expression. However, the court ministers around him already began to bluster in rage before he, himself, got

BANG!

his stature and power, Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless in combat like he had for the other nobles. In fact, this man was definitely quite dangerous,

is on his hands! This scourge must

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

was Mikael the Sturdy, not Round.

he looked over and so who it

to say, Normand the Cuckold. How about you come over here

much smaller stature than Mikael. Despite 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 to

green eyes. Everything from the shape of his jaw to the outline of his nose could be considered to be at the peak of perfection. He was truly a handsome man amongst handsome men. Even

had been, Normand didn't react in nearly as enraged a fashion. In fact, he laughed as though the insult wasn't about

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

proved exactly

away by His Majesty at the behest of his favorite son. What can I say? I simply did my duty. It's very amusing,

what I find even funnier? If any one of those 'nobles' you're crying and moping about right now were here, would