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?

them. It would be too late

was out there. The woman he loved was out

something that quite a scary proposition, entering an unknown abyss on the other side,

Even his moral compass was kept dear to him as though he was blessing the world with his kindness.

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

he wasn't much

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

seemed to have just

he could just revive them

but didn't 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 all

was worth more than theirs and these High Class

knew better than him about the secrets of life. Wasn't that the logical conclusion? With his intelligence, shouldn't he have

why had

head away from the window and closed

never really hesitated to give worth

child they loved more, and

off to another man, and yet he had,

wouldn't try to logically understand things that were clearly beyond their means, and yet he tried to do so

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

all of this mean? What was the answer? Where had he gone

have an

too complicated, even for him. He didn't even know where

urge to see his father again, to see his mother, his uncle, his