Dimensional Descent

Alienor sat by Leonel's bedside, her expression one of endless doting. Every so often, she would glide a shimmering towel across her son's forehead as though she couldn't stand the slightest hint of dirt or dust touching him at all.

After Leonel met with her mother, Alienor thought it would be easy to finally swoop in and see her son. But, the result was actually outside of her expectations. What was something she had been looking forward to for decades became something her hands trembled at the thought of doing.

In a lot of ways, Leonel falling into a deep sleep like this was a great help to her. She got to be by her son's side and take care of him without the weight of two decades of baggage. She felt more at peace now than she had in a very long time.

Her eyes glistened with tears when she thought of all the milestones she had missed. Though she could watch them through Velasco's eyes, it just wasn't the same. She didn't get to watch Leonel take his first steps, or be there for his first day of school, she never got the chance to watch any of his football games or teach him how to impress the girl he liked.

Alienor smiled lightly, soon beginning to giggle beside herself. Her husband had always said that the worst people to ask for advice on women as a man was other women.

'Do you think a gazelle is going to teach a lion how to hunt them?' That was what her husband had said.

Velasco suffered the pinch of all pinches for saying these words, but thinking back on it now, Alienor couldn't help but laugh. Her husband was always saying wild and outlandish things. Compared to him, her son was definitely the far more handsome and refined gentleman.

Alienor's smile became somewhat sad. She shook her head and dabbed her son's forehead again.

Her son was so perfect, how could any woman make him go through such things? She didn't like this Aina at all. If it wasn't for her worrying about how her son would react, she would have taught that girl a lesson a long time ago.

'I will change the bedsheets again.'

Alienor transferred Leonel to another bed and replaced the sheets once again, even swapping out the pillows.

room was frighteningly clean and tidy, but witnessing his mother change bedsheets twice a day despite the fact he was giving off next

down to rest again, gently combing his hair with her fingers and dabbing his forehead once

on

people would just have to patiently stand by until

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up, especially after sleeping so long, he actually felt refreshed to an alarming degree. It was

the soft carpet and his mind subconsciously

'6 700 000…'

been just over five million before he fell asleep, but now they were actually approaching almost 40% more. At the same time, even the most subtle of movements his body underwent made his bones crackle and

inches. He had been about 6'6 before, but now he was nearly 6'9

as his muscle fibers flexed and blood rushed to his limbs. He could almost see the light bouncing off his tanned skin as though he was truly made of metal. Though… maybe he technically

fingers through his hair. '… It grew

shook his head and with practiced motions cut it off. A slight violet glow shimmered before his hair was coerced into

he was only wearing a pair of white boxers. He blinked, suddenly realizing that he definitely did not own these. It dawned on him that someone must have been changing his clothes

an enormous spread of food in the Penthouse's

BANG!

"Cap!"