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

gave him an air of wisdom and confidence, even bolstering his looks to a level that could

his life at the hands of his General. Since then, the

and have been steadily eating away at our Territory. At this point,

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

BANG!

a round belly smashed his fists down on an expensive wood railing. However, considering his stature and power, Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless

is on his hands! This scourge

to stop him? Hm? Let him see what the

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

looked over and so who

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

had reclined back in his chair, his feet laying up on a similar wooden railing to the one Mikael slammed. The only

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 though he was slouched and

nearly as enraged a fashion. In fact, he laughed as though the insult wasn't

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

next words proved

away by His Majesty at the behest of his favorite son. What can I say? I simply did my duty.

If any one of those 'nobles' you're crying and moping about right now were here, would you even let them lick the dirt off the sole of your boots? Do you even really care about