Dimensional Descent

Anastasia watched everything, speechless. She didn't know what to say. That language had frozen even her for a moment. It held the weight of command, and an undeniable majesty. Coming from Leonel, even without his King's Might Lineage Factor activated, it felt as though the shadow of a True King had appeared, albeit it for just a moment.

But after a moment, seeing the sneaky smile on Leonel's face, she couldn't help but ask.

"You... What did you say?"

"Oh, that?" Leonel grinned. "I said that little boy's name."

Anastasia froze. "You... you said a name?"

"Well, yeah. I can't actually speak that language, and if I copied anything else they said, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I said a word like "and" or "the", they'd laugh me out of the ship. Plus, I assume that whatever his parents named him meant something bold and powerful."

It was impossible for even Leonel to learn an entire language just based off of a short conversation. But, picking out a repeatable series of sounds within that conversation was all too obvious. When El'Rion was leaving, they had all saluted him with that sound plus a prefix that he assumed meant something like "young master" or "young ruler". By process of elimination, picking out El'Rion's name was as easy as breathing.

"You... are unbelievable," Anastasia muttered.

"I know, right? I'm pretty gre-"

Anastasia slapped the back of his head. "Not in that way!"

fight back against the suppression, and unlike the individuals who had come down

around in fear, but seeing that no one came for them, they took out other treasures and

that can be so cowardly. I don't know what you're so angry

them one by one? In alphabetical or chronological

quickly, his one mind began to subconsciously form the list and he

"... Never mind."

She laughed so hard that twinkling crystals of blue came from her eyes. She felt like she was even dying of laughter. A name, they had been scared off by a name, it was cracking her up. The

about the Pluto Race, mostly due to the Minerva Race, and she knew that their language wasn't understood by many outside of their races, and definitely couldn't be spoken by anyone so casually. They had probably run because they thought they had mistaken Leonel's identity. After all,

someone screaming "LEONEL" in English and then scaring off

"When you're done, we should probably get going in

tears, though they

moving this corpse in isn't exactly easy either, you know. It won't be as difficult as The Hourglass because the difficulty is set and won't just infinitely

that why I asked you if you could process

a hint of hesitation. Could she? Maybe if she had a few

water boy is finally here," Leonel

fully recovered,

matter the distance, they would hear it. But what El'Rion

good. Do me a favor, use that little hourglass thingy to