Dimensional Descent

Maxx looked toward Leonel's back, his words escaping him. He should have known, someone like Leonel wouldn't be so easily swayed by moral arguments. Even the most caring of people would have their bottom line, let alone Leonel.

What Maxx could have never guessed was that there truly was a point in Leonel's life where the pull of his morality ruled him. Over the years, those thoughts had been overruled, taken over by a man who killed without hesitation and shed blood without blinking an eye.

It was difficult to tell for an outsider whether this was the fading of a youthful vigor and naiveté, or if it was something else, something deeper.

Leonel, as oblivious as he seemed about his own emotions sometimes, was very much aware of everything happening within him. Even if he missed something, with his memory, he could go back in time, so to speak, watching the changes that took place step by step and understanding what had brought him to this place.

Maxx would never know the answer because Leonel would never tell him. The old Overlord had his own reasons for doing things, and so did Leonel.

Seeing that Leonel was about to walk away, unmoved, Maxx shook his head.

The Morales family was simply not to be trusted. These weren't words he thought of due to Leonel, though at this point, even he couldn't deny the animosity that was building up in his chest. Rather, it was pointed toward the hidden undercurrents within that family.

If Ishmael was still alive, things wouldn't have gotten to this point, and maybe he would have been marrying his son to an Heiress of the Morales instead. But such things couldn't be deliberated over now, especially when things had already reached this point.

hitched to this wagon. Whether they sunk or swam would be all reliant on the shoulders of this cold and detached

...

stuck to his word, he would turn the Suiard family into the vanguard of the Morales. He knew what kind of words were spreading about him and

he suddenly became benevolent and started to treat the families he had conquered well. Even if

that person planted the seed that those captured by Leonel would be turned into his loyal soul puppets? And that the only reason he seemed to be treating them all

had no doubt that it had created quite a number of enemies for them over the years. A family that could one day in the past do a favor to the Race like the

would likely have to be far more cautious with

to win the war of public perception, and his actions in releasing the young heirs of the weaker Seventh Dimensional and Sixth Dimensional families was wasted, but that was fine.

he wouldn't try to win

family were a family of Demons. What

way was the remainder of

worry was that the most powerful of Shield Cross Stars, aside from Veiga, hadn't made their moves yet. These were existences

were the only family capable of mitigating the advantage

course, Leonel didn't believe that there was anyone who could match up to him in this regard, but he was just one person. The Spirituals Formation had already threatened him a great deal, who knew what the Omann had prepared? Especially since the tier

of the Cult that had yet to make their presences known. Leonel hadn't forgotten about the large center of Variant Invalids that they should have, nor the large number of Savants that the Void Palace should have accumulated