Dimensional Descent

Talon's head tilted to the side. He wasn't used to looking up at people, he was even less used to people dressing as casually as himself, and, even less than that, he was very much not used to people being able to maintain eye contact with him.

As a Demi-God, Talon obviously didn't participate in the Gathering of Kingdoms, and he had also paid little attention to it. But even if he had, it wasn't like anyone had seen Leonel fight. And even if he had seen Aina fight, and came to know that Aina was his wife, he still wouldn't have cared.

He couldn't really take anyone beneath Demi-God status seriously... but he sensed something odd from Leonel.

Talon sniffed. "... You're a Destruction Sovereign."

"Oh?" Leonel chuckled. "What's it to you?"

Talon's brows shot up. Did Leonel not know who he was? Even a Demi-God youth would do an about face if they saw him walking down the same street. It was well known that the Barbarian Race was among the last you should dare to offend.

"Interesting!" Talon really spoke this time. Rather than just mumbling out his thoughts, he boomed out with his real voice. The sound was like a roaring beast and the wind pressure alone sent Leonel's hair wildly fluttering.

Leonel showed a strand of surprise.

Talon's brows shot up. Did Leonel not know who he was? Even a Demi-God youth would do an about face if they saw him walking down the same street. It was well known that the Barbarian Race was among the last you should dare to offend.

"Interesting!" Talon really spoke this time. Rather than just mumbling out his thoughts, he boomed out with his real voice. The sound was like a roaring beast and the wind pressure alone sent Leonel's hair wildly fluttering.

Leonel showed a strand of surprise.

Talon laughed boisterously. "Finally realize how strong I am?"

confused for a moment before he suddenly understood

I'm just surprised your breath doesn't smell

in the surroundings froze. What was

to save some face, but when

was a battle intent that

of the rules of the city, but he was hoping for it, almost praying

practically took tangible form, echoing through the air

Do it.Do it.Do it.

finger twitched and he almost really attacked, but he restrained

him into attacking? Who was

his booming voice. "I can't tell if you did this as a reverse psychological attack, or if you really wanted me to attack, but

a great Crafter, and that's what

chuckled. "That's

"What

a step and walked by him. As he disappeared into the distance, his voice

your fists, you might stand a chance. In a battle of Crafting? Even if

***

"What an arrogant little..."

status to curse in such a way, but this

hadn't even been here for long but he had already

Fourth Order Spears. That was just a drop in the bucket for the Owlans, but having to do the paperwork to replace them had fallen on Lyric's shoulders. How could she feel happy about her husband having to do more work

ridiculous amount. All of the accommodations were free, and watching Leonel eat piles of gourmet meals really felt like a knife in

when he ordered this ridiculous amount of food he actually had his wife improve