Dimensional Descent

The atmosphere was quite somber, and maybe the location didn't help very much. Leonel's brothers sat in silence around a table, bottles of alcohol sitting half finished as they reclined, lost in their own worlds. The smell was so strong that it felt as though a mixture of 99% rubbing alcohol and a field of roses were smashed and mashed into one, releasing a peculiar scent that made one's nose red.

They had been stuck like that for quite a long time. It was as though they could feel the heaviness of Leonel's mood, and it had been transferred over to them. This couldn't be helped. After being resurrected under Leonel's power, they felt the influence of his soul. Once they regained their own bodies, they no longer felt that sort of fanaticism that his soul constructs did, but they could still feel Leonel more clearly than they could in the past. This was only more exaggerated since some of them had experienced that feeling not just once, but twice.

Leonel hadn't come to see them since his father had died. He didn't even have much patience for Aina and his own mother, let alone others. But that didn't mean that they weren't very worried about him.

James suddenly sighed. "That guy..."

"What do you think, James? Is he finished?" Raj asked somewhat absentmindedly.

James laughed. "Why are you asking me? Do I look introspective to you?"

"Dumbass. We're asking you about someone else, what would you need to be introspective for?" Milan mumbled.

"Smart ass, don't you know you're supposed to be a dumb jock?"

"Then what's your excuse?" Milan snorted.

are you trying to

think I forgot. All those dropped passes in the championship game? You can't even call

to be about to lose his temper, but in the end he sighed, just leaning back and pretending as though he hadn't heard anything. He truly didn't have much of a right to get

time they talked about this

three trophies and they didn't really care all that much about winning again, especially when the Metamorphosis

back then, and he opened up about

sighed again. "Fine, fine. I guess I should be an adult and

finally grew a pair, look at my boy

James said with a laugh. "It's not that complicated. You know that the quarterback of the Angels Academy pricks was Conrad Siegfried? The Siegfried family

that supposed to

one-step plans. Conrad is also a bit of a dumbass. He would be an easy

bad, is it?" Milan

still can't be bothered to care about football. It was just a means to an end to me, and it was also too easy. But in typical Leonel fashion, he went and won it on his own

still have the cheek to say that?" Franco

the best. I just

"What about your flaws?"

have any...

answer? Then what're