Dimensional Descent

Leonel walked toward the direction Montez had gone, his gaze still flickering.

If what the woman implied was true, then his dad and Montez seemed to be at odds. In that case, depending on the reason, maybe the reason Montez was acting weird was because his dad had probably done something to make the situation worse recently.

Leonel wouldn't be surprised. He heard his dad was the reason the tensions between the spear and sword factions had taken such a huge turn recently, accelerating a lot of the issues the two groups had already been having.

"Kid, you're quite slow."

"You're really my uncle?"

Leonel ignored Montez's words and got right to the point.

Montez tilted his head to the side. "You're quite slow, kid. You think I just allow any random riffraff to call me uncle? You have no idea the kind of weight words hold, especially when you've reached my level. You can't just casually allow ties to form between people."

Leonel blinked. Why was he always getting reprimanded by old people, couldn't any of them be normal?

He really didn't know why he hadn't seen it before, honestly. If Montez had acted like this before, he would have been the spitting image of Velasco. Both of them were insufferable, but in a special sort of 'I'm only doing this for your own good', kind of way.

"Alright, now follow me."

Montez ignored Leonel's weird expression and turned away as though this wasn't world shattering news, also something that was identical to his father. Only Velasco would be so casual with such a large piece of information as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You two really are brothers," Leonel laughed.

Montez's head snapped back, a glare in his eyes.

scary." Leonel rolled his

years with his father, he had already built up enough immunity to this stuff and he had

had also slipped back into his role as a child, his heart feeling light. He couldn't even remember the last time he had rolled his eyes, it just wasn't something he did. But, it just felt quite easy to be childish around his dad, and it somehow also felt natural

glare suddenly became a smile, a devious sort of

it, back when that old man put the first cup of that vomit brew right in

'Oh boy…'

passing through the reception, they entered what

of about a meter by a meter lined the floors, walls and ceiling. They were all matte black and were somewhat

there was a kneeling table with some objects on

door closing after them. Turning back, Leonel couldn't even

in this place,

place for her to sleep more comfortably. But, she ended up

this, just looking at the items

annoying chauvinist probably didn't leave you anything about

for a moment before shaking his head. His dad really hadn't left him anything obvious, but wasn't the Spear

Spear Domain with me. It's helped me

wrong. The Spear Domain was probably the best trainer of the

enraged light for a moment, but it quickly

likely did with your Crafting training. That chauvinist is arrogant, he thinks

was probably right. His dad

that old man had said he'd teach him a lesson if he dared awaken his Spear Domain Lineage Factor first. So, he must really not like the spear

right, he left me a Crafting training program, but nothing about the

shook his head, clearly

before entering the Sixth Dimension, I'll take it upon myself to kick

was speechless. He really didn't know what to do about this uncle-father pair of