Dimensional Descent

The young woman might not understand the magnitude of what they were seeing, but how could these older women now? In order to control the ice slide like Leonel had, he not only had to be able to control Force outside of himself. In this world, this was something so rare that they didn't know how to put it into words.

Leonel was oblivious to this, only doing what he needed to do to survive. But, he had already shocked the oldest women of them to such an extent that not only had her killing intent vanished, she looked toward Leonel with quite some interest.

Of course, this interest had nothing to do with Leonel's looks, she was long past that age. And, even if she wasn't, she was trained enough not to show it on her face. No, this interest was something entirely different, and it only grew further when the butter knife began to glow.

The older woman sat up, perched toward the edge of her seat. And then, Leonel's hands began to move.

It felt like watching poetry in motion. Though, it mostly lacked substance. Leonel didn't have the skill to add Artistic Conception into something so complex, but what he did have was his Dream World projection.

When it came to copying, Leonel was even better than a computer.

A camera would be limited by its lens and the number of pixels it could capture, how could it compare to the human eye? And, beyond that, how could the human eye possibly compare to Internal Sight? And, even a step beyond that, how could Internal Sight compare to Leonel's Starry Spirit Domain?!

In just a few elegant strokes, the cube had already become a head. In a few more, it gained delicate feminine features. And, in just a few more, it was so obvious what the results would be that the young woman began clapping her hands excitedly, the pinkish hue of her irises dancing with life and vitality.

Just a few minutes later, Leonel scooped up an empty plate and slid the head onto it, the gorgeous portrayal of a beautiful young lady being left behind.

"I hope you've enjoyed, I don't wish to intrude on your meal any longer so I will be leaving now. Take this as a parting gift."

the handle. He had no intention of pushing his luck any further, these women were

thanked himself for his quick thinking. But, considering his style of dress, things could quickly get ambiguous if he stayed any longer.

much. It seemed that she also knew that she had pushed this prank of hers a little too far this time, and since Leonel had already done his job and given her such a

Leonel didn't expect was for him to be

on a moment,

of age and hoarseness could be heard within. Just looking at her, it wasn't difficult to accept that she had once been an astounding beauty in her youth, and

Leonel asked

This old woman would like to ask you

a seat? What was going on here, exactly? He didn't sense any killing intent, but quite frankly, he would prefer if

up a chair and sit, lamenting for the hundredth time about his lack of a shirt. But, by this point, the old woman didn't seem to care. The others, though, also seemed

"What is your name?"

"Leonel Morales."

have

this world have such

the nobility had. Usually, the commoners would only have their first name and nothing else. In such a society, last names were either bestowed by royalty or

why, often, being stricken from a family record had such a heavy negative connotation. It was