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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in 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

look of an old, out of his prime man. It instead gave him an air of wisdom and

he lost his life at the hands of his General. Since then, the town has been gathered

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

However, the court ministers around

BANG!

his stature and power, Leonel wouldn't conclude that he was useless in combat like he had for the other

on his hands! This scourge must be

you go lead an army to stop him? Hm? Let him see what the esteemed Mikael the

His title was Mikael the Sturdy,

looked over and so who it was,

a lot to say, Normand the Cuckold. How about you come over here and do it to my

feet laying up on a similar wooden railing to the one Mikael slammed. The only difference was that the

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

nearly as enraged a fashion. In fact, he

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

his next words proved exactly why that

can I say? I simply did my duty. It's very amusing, even I laugh, I don't

I find even funnier? 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