Dimensional Descent

"Just doing me part," Leonel said lightly.

Yonku laughed. "Don't get too down, kid. Who doesn't have father-in-law trouble? It's a natural path of all men. Miel is a good man, just protective of his daughter. Soon enough I'm sure you two will be perfectly chummy."

Leonel smiled. "You call him Miel. Did he change his name?"

"Ah, you didn't know this. See?" Yonku looked back toward Cidra who was wearing a stone-face of her own. "Don't mind her either, everyone knows she's in love with Miel though she thinks that she hides it well."

"Watch your word, Yonku."

A flickering Light Force appeared in Cidra's eyes. Leonel took note of it but didn't think very much of it. Light Force was rare, but not rare to the point no one would have it.

"HAHA!" Yonku laughed uproariously, his belly rolling. "Sorry, sorry, pretend like I didn't say anything."

Cidra, though, had already ignored Yonku and was looking right at Leonel.

"I do not."

Leonel blinked, looking at this serious woman with shortcut hair. He hadn't really taken it seriously before, but since she was being so serious about it, it was obvious that Yonku wasn't blowing hot air.

As for why Cidra wanted to make sure that Leonel didn't believe the nonsense, it was obviously so that he didn't turn around and tell Aina about it. That would be her worst nightmare.

fare if she suddenly had

smiled. "I

she realized she couldn't push any harder, or else it might

Slayer

defectors as well. The only power that was lacking a defector was the Dream Pavilion, but Leonel could easily make a guess as to

the Godlens, Slayer General Cherie, defector of the Four Great families, and finally Slayer General Darlamane,

should be a

despite his name. Though, he didn't look particularly delicate, not just due to his old age, but because he seemed to take meticulous care

seemed to be entering their twilight years. It was a bad sign overall for the direction of

entirely hopeless. At the very least, they had a decent number of warriors well into the Seventh

of 10,000. That wasn't great, but it wasn't as bad as Leonel was expecting. It was at

So the ratio

decent ratio would be less than 1%, that meaning one soldier for every hundred citizens. But here it was

doing so. This city wasn't a place

there were any humans that Leonel felt deserved his

alliance. They didn't treat his life or that of

as the human alliance's ways. He didn't seem to be on the side of "good" either, and

At the very least, because of his own ego, he would have

but smile. 'So we're all scumbags just trying to survive,