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 man with a greying beard sat upon a throne, listening to a report

greying, rather than giving him the look of an old, out of his prime man. It instead gave him an air of wisdom and confidence, even bolstering

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

than continuing to defend the border as they're meant to, they've turned their weapons toward the Capital and have been steadily eating away at our Territory. At

change in expression. However, the court ministers around him already began to bluster in rage before he,

BANG!

Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless in

blood is on his hands! This scourge must be

you go lead an army to stop him? Hm?

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

so who it was, his fury

Normand the Cuckold. How about you come over here and do it to

had reclined back in his chair, his feet laying up on a similar wooden

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 would match up in this

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

a range of reactions. Some shook their heads, some ignored the situation entirely, but the majority snickered. It

proved exactly why that

his favorite son. What can I say? I simply did my duty. It's very amusing, even I laugh, I don't mind if

moping about right now were here, would you even let them lick the dirt off the sole of your boots? Do you even really