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.

how would she fare if she suddenly had to deal with the scrutiny of a potential step-daughter

"I

she heard this, but she realized she couldn't push any harder, or else

Slayer Generals chuckled, earning Cidra's

came from the various powers as defectors as

of the Godlens, Slayer General Cherie, defector of the

green eyes and hair. She should be

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

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

least, they had a decent number of warriors well

of 10,000. That wasn't great, but it wasn't as bad as Leonel was expecting. It was at least a foundation that could be built upon. They just lacked the

protect themselves only numbered just over 100,000 or so. So the ratio of people

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

doing so. This city wasn't a place of leisure for the people. They

that Leonel felt deserved his

They didn't treat his life or that of his friends and family as equal

speaking, his grandfather's ways could be just as cruel as the human alliance's ways. He didn't seem to be on the side of "good" either, and his main purpose seemed to be to resurrect the Fawkes family

either. At the

couldn't help but smile. 'So we're all scumbags just trying to survive, huh? How