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?

reviving them. It would be

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

tragedy. It was also pretty good at forgetting that one day we'd all die, something that quite a scary proposition, entering an unknown abyss on the other side, and yet people still managed

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.

you

much different from anyone

that day when all his thinking, all his planning, all his logic, all his intelligence, all his smarts was worth not

seemed to have

why? All because he could just revive them

when he thought about it. He couldn't find a reason to place one life above another, but didn't this Tablet that could revive the dead do so easily? Wasn't

worth more than theirs and these High Class Demons were worth more

something he could not, so clearly it knew better than him about the secrets of life. Wasn't that the logical conclusion? With his intelligence, shouldn't he have thought of

why had

turned his head away from the window and closed his eyes once more. He took

never really hesitated to give worth

hesitate to say which parent or child they loved more, and yet Leonel

off to another man, and yet he had,

their means, and yet

to fit puzzle pieces into places he knew they didn't fit, stubbornly and arrogantly jamming them in again and

did all of this mean? What was the answer? Where had he gone wrong? Or was he even

didn't have

complicated, even for him.

to see his father again, to see his mother, his uncle, his Aina. He felt lost, his