Dimensional Descent

Leonel entered what he assumed was Mistress Oliidark's office. However, despite seeing the older woman there, he didn't say a word, simply standing silently.

He met her gaze and he even seemed to be quite relaxed. The coldness in his eyes had been replaced by a dull indifference, but his mind was constantly working at faster and faster speeds. He took in everything, sorted them, and then filed them away for a later date.

Mistress Oliidark seemed to realize that Leonel had no intention of respectfully greeting her like most would, but the result only made her chuckle.

"The more stubborn you are, the more difficult this will be for you. It's really that simple, a smart boy like you should be able to understand this."

Leonel didn't respond at all, his eyes meeting Mistress Oliidark's without a word.

He wasn't a fool. In fact, if he fell in line so easily, rather than appreciating it, Mistress Oliidark would keep him even further away. Someone that couldn't control their own emotions was far less of a threat than someone who could change their face on a dime.

Any talent of Leonel's caliber would have their own pride. If he could so easily ignore it the moment a juicy piece of meat was dangled before his face, then he wouldn't be worth much to begin with.

Mistress Oliidark wanted him to both abandon his family name. And, to add insult to injury, she even said that the ultimate reward would be marrying her daughter.

Setting aside the fact that Leonel had Aina and that that braindead girl would drive him to an early death, what kind of man would want to marry into his wife's family? To become a live-in son-in-law? And that was supposed to be the ultimate reward?

Plus, even if Leonel was so shallow as to go after Athrae for nothing more than her beauty, could she even compare to Aina? She was still several points below his girlfriend, so Mistress Oliidark was far too arrogant to believe that her granddaughter was really so enticing.

of thick hide and unfurled it. On it, there were many words, a lot of which Leonel had already begun to understand now. He had about a 40% grasp of reading this language. He would probably need an extra two or three days to

frame could be made faster if he gained access to a library or a dense amount of text. But,

"Sign it."

Leonel's eyes narrowed.

something he couldn't

this world to make a perfect judgment just yet. He felt that he was sensitive enough to pick up on such things, but he also had no idea what sort of abilities someone as powerful as this old woman

knew, she could bind him for

then what would have been the point of the tattoo on his back? It

this might be an

didn't even glance at

silence, Mistress Oliidark's light smile became

seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll believe

a pressure exuding from it that made it impossible for Leonel to move. However, even with this being the case, Leonel

six inch range of his Starry Spirit Domain,

nerves in the