Dimensional Descent

Leonel knew that it wasn't his ice control that had gotten Mistress Oliidark's attention. It might have caused her to perk up a bit, but it wasn't until he displayed his Spear Force that she decided against killing him and took him in.

For all Leonel knew, if he hadn't learned this way of the spear, he would have been killed on the spot, never to see the next day.

It was quite a sobering thought.

A part of Leonel still believed that he would have found a way to escape. But as a person who claimed to be so rational, these thoughts of his were wholly irrational. He didn't even realize that he had had such inner thoughts until Aina pointed them out to him, but now it felt so obvious.

It was no wonder his dad laughed at him when he talked about being a King.

A King, of course, needed confidence. But didn't that confidence need to be built on something?

Leonel thought that he was. After all, his mind was his most powerful asset. He believed that he could think and smart his way out of any situation even if he lacked the raw strength. Even his Dream Class Ratings were based on this.

But wasn't that all theoretical?

Leonel opened his eyes and looked out of the window. There was no sky, no clouds, hardly any sunlight… It was just a wall, a wall to what was probably another big house or mansion in the estate, an estate that was essentially nothing more than a cage to him.

Leonel suddenly remembered that day on the battlefield.

Heavy rain fell from the skies. One by one, friends that he had held so dear for two years fell, their blood mixing into the mud and returning to the earth. Every death was like an added weight on his shoulder, a deeper sort of promise that he swore to keep.

But what if that was the real world?

no reviving them. It would be too late to regret his

was out there. His brothers were out there. And he was here because he was too weak to

over tragedy. It was also pretty good at forgetting that one day we'd all die, something that quite a scary proposition,

believed himself to be some logically superior being. Even his moral compass was kept dear to him as though he was blessing the world with his kindness. He couldn't

like a prick when you put it like that. And maybe he was

he wasn't much

in the Valiant Heart Zone, that day when all his thinking, all his planning, all his logic, all

seemed to have

he could just revive them with a

this Tablet that could revive the dead do so easily? Wasn't there a different energy requirement for reviving each person? If there was no intrinsic worth, then wouldn't they

did he still care then? His life was worth more than theirs and these High Class

about the secrets of life. Wasn't that the logical conclusion?

had he

and closed his eyes once more. He took deep and steady

never really hesitated to

loved more, and yet Leonel felt pretty clearly that he favored

sit idly by as the woman they loved was married off to another man, and yet

beyond their means, and yet he tried to do

fit puzzle pieces into places he knew they didn't fit, stubbornly and arrogantly jamming them in again and again, yet still being unsatisfied with

mean? What was the answer? Where had he gone

didn't have an

for him.

urge to see his father again, to see his mother, his uncle, his Aina. He felt lost, his previous feelings of