Dimensional Descent

"Oh, it seems that your rival is acting just as wildly as usual."

An old man chuckled after hearing the news. He leaned back in his chair, taking a swig of alcohol and seemingly uncaring about Amery's feelings on the topic. He was quite sloppy for a man of his stature, but he didn't seem to care about that either.

"Rival?" Amery said lightly.

The old man's gaze flashed with a hint of coldness that was completely different from his usual demeanor.

"What did I say about excuses?"

The coldness in the man's words seemed to cause the temperature to drop by several degree. However, Amery was unmoved. He continued to squeeze and open his hand, wanting to make sure that everything was perfect. He didn't plan on picking up a sword with this hand again until it was absolutely health. To a swordsman, the hands were far too important. He would rather only use a single hand until these lingering issues were gone than to risk aggravating it again.

Hands were among one of the most difficult non-lethal injuries to heal. There were so many bones, so many fragile ligaments, and so many potential variables. Amery refused to take any risks with his future.

He was the man who would stand atop the Human Race and repel their enemies with a single sword. He wouldn't do anything that compromised that.

"When did I make any excuses?" Amery replied. "I only questioned your choice of words. I don't see him as a rival. That is all."

The old man leaned back into his chair, the coldness dissipating as he took another swig.

After Amery finished saying this, he rose up.

be back for more treatment tomorrow. My hand is

he

annoying brat."

truth. Right now, most of Amery's Sword Force was directed toward suppressing the

control of himself in battle and used more of his Sword Force

to fear Leonel at his full strength even if the latter had that bow. But, he knew that if Leonel hadn't had that bow, the victor

and that was a loss he would remember. He would use it to fuel him so that he could make sure that such

to do it. As far as he

know that he never even wanted the Shadow Sovereign Ability Index to begin

voice, this one clearly feminine,

Index, but he thinks that his sword is all he needs. If he had listened to me to begin with and spent more time learning to control it instead of swinging that sword of his all the time, this wouldn't have been that large of

Ishmael Morales. Now you're trying to project a rivalry of two generations ago onto my baby boy. You'd

but didn't say

fogies, he wouldn't have gone to the Rapax Nest to begin with and he wouldn't have suffered that injury. Let him do things

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even. He found that his stamina was on a completely different level now. But, that didn't stop his body from being drenched in blood that was both his and not his

slower. However, his eyes still

was encircled from all sides. He couldn't even see a clear line to Aina. In fact, their Internal Sight connection had been severed by whatever interference

could tell. The door to the throne room was only marginally weaker in defense than the barrier protecting the King and Queen. If they