Dimensional Descent

It didn't take a genius to understand what the problem was. Reputation was a woman's currency in worlds like this. Or, more accurately, this sort of reputation in specific.

The young woman might have thought that this was a funny joke to play on her elders, but clearly she hadn't thought of the fact that doing such a thing put Leonel in danger.

These women were all of high status and the pressure they gave Leonel was not small. They made the burly man and even Chef Lucca look like jokes. Leonel had no doubt that if they wanted to kill him, or at least someone in the Fifth Dimension like himself, it would be a simple matter.

These women had likely not even known what kind of establishment this was before they came, only deciding to dine here at the poking and prodding of the woman. And now Leonel was stuck in the middle of this mess.

In their eyes, the easiest thing to do would just be to kill Leonel and be done with it. As for the young woman, at worst she would get a light reprimand. The fact that she had dared to do this in the first place reeked of coddling. This young woman had definitely been doted on and spoiled all her life.

But, at the end of the day, Leonel wasn't a normal person. The hint of killing intent he had sensed was all it took to flush the embarrassment out of his system, his own gaze even flashing with its own coldness for a moment as he stood straight.

However, as quickly as the coldness had appeared, catching the oldest woman of them off guard, it vanished.

This older woman was the only one to have shown killing intent, but that didn't mean the others wouldn't have caught on quickly. It was just that this woman was the most experienced of them and understood the magnitude of the situation very quickly, so much so that she was ready to act almost instantly. Clearly, given her strength, Leonel's own thinking speed might actually be inferior to hers.

that didn't mean that Leonel's reaction

a bright smile. Taking a step toward the table, he did something that left the women

large pitcher of water, raised it high,

was a cup, but to the horror of the women, he poured the water toward the head of the mischievous young woman

other women were so caught off guard by the happenings that they, too,

strength to dodge the water quite easily, as Leonel had deduced, this young woman had been coddled all her

her speed actually

was sighing a breath of relief. So

to start a wet t-shirt contest. If they did, then he really would be finished. But, to these prim

Leonel never had any

young woman's hand-covered head, Leonel's free hand rose and sparkled with a delicate

flowing water became a sled of ice, the ice cubes that had once been in the pitcher following the

curving and often nearly falling time and time again

bodies, filling the room

and it seemed as though Leonel had finally made a mistake. But, to the astonished gazes