Dimensional Descent

Chapter 971 - Head Butting

Emperor Fawkes' laughter rang through the spring gardens. He laughed so hard that the birds dispersed and the Force around him seemed to warp. If it wasn't for certain protections placed around the Palace, maybe the whole of Earth would have heard his laughter.

Leonel's uncle soon made his way to find his father in this state. Quite frankly, he was speechless.

Maybe if Earth was still a Third Dimensional world, Leonel's 'rebellion' would be quite meaningless. There were simply a million and one ways to stamp out whatever hope he had toward fulfilling his goals. There was a limit to what mere mortals could do in that aspect, especially when the Empire had already unified the whole of Earth.

Now that Earth once again had enemies to face toward the outside, the Slayer Legion had returned to their rightful place as the protectors of the Emperor, so there wasn't even this foundation for Leonel to use either. It could be said that if Earth was in the Third Dimension, they would have the luxury of laughing and watching Leonel's ambitions fizzle out. After all, he was their own flesh and blood, sometimes there was no need to be so harsh with family.

But, in this sort of situation, it was much different.

Not only had Earth entered the Fifth Dimension, Leonel clearly had methods of freely travelling between worlds. On top of that, they were well aware that he had a father who was quite unfathomable. And, Leonel's uncle knew well just how much Leonel's mother and loved and what kind of temper she had for certain people.

This was all to say that if Leonel's mother learned of Leonel's ambitions, she would probably directly pass on her position as Crown Princess to him. And, even if Emperor Fawkes voided it, he would end up having to fight both his grandson and his daughter.

If things continued like this, especially since Leonel was a brat who might not be able to see the bigger picture, Earth might suddenly be shaken with internal conflict when their blades should have been pointed toward the outside.

Knowing all of this, despite the fact Galaeron had very rarely questioned his grandfather in his life, he still couldn't help but speak.

is… This really

with laughter, his white gold hair shimmering

Galaeron. He's even rubbing off on

slightly before his expression became somewhat bitter. Maybe only his father could make

that I gave the position of Crown Heir to your little sister and not you? You would think that would have bred

it that your sister has been gone for decades and yet you've done nothing?

lamenting… Him

"But… This could…"

how he should approach this.

brat finally grew some balls.

he had ever heard his father say. What the hell

but he hardly even showed it, letting his purpose become warped beneath the ideologies

Imperial Father, he's…" Galaeron shook his head. "…

was clear he had been rendered completely speechless by his

never letting anyone know his purpose before he suddenly struck at a critical time. But,

not what

mean resources? Well, the brat is right. I do

a family filled with maniacs. Whether it was his brother-in-law, his nephew, his