Dimensional Descent

Leonel entered the Lab Setting.

"Anastasia, cover the whole world. I want information on everything that's happening at any given time. Specifically, any conversations between anyone at the Ninth Dimension or higher. If they mention humans, they're top priority. Second priority is the Cloud Race. Third priority is Demi-God status. Fourth priority is... Dwarven Race.

"Also, map out the entire world. Tell me where the Dream Pavilion of their world is, and also how many experts of this caliber they have."

"You're not worried about them sensing me?" Anastasia asked. She had difficulty deducing and thinking for herself, but that didn't mean that she was a complete dullard. She remembered that the reason Leonel usually restricted her actions was because he didn't want others to sense her.

Although most couldn't feel a thing, at the Ninth Dimension, most would be able to, and considering they were in a world of Spirituals, this was even more so.

"In this situation, them sensing it would be even better. I'd like to see how they deal with a situation where their people feel like they're being spied on. As for those that would know it's us... so what?

"They already know where I am and don't dare to act. I want to see how patient they are, and I also want to see how they're going to make plans when they feel like every step they take is being watched."

"Okay," Anastasia said in a sweet and almost cutsie voice.

Leonel laughed. "What with that voice?"

voice?" Anastasia feigned ignorance, pretending like she didn't know what

smiled. Though she didn't

tears after being sent on a mission by Leonel, but that wasn't because she didn't want

her, she worried that any next step she might take might end up being a mistake, and in that

through the world, and after the fall of the Minerva, she had passed through

that her life took a turn for the better, but then he died... but then she was lucky to be passed on to Leonel's father... but

and it

wasn't so stupid, if only she could have seen through his intentions, if only she could think for herself, she would have been able to

allow it because the first time, not only had Anastasia fallen from the Ninth to barely the Third Dimension, but she had almost died. If she

how could he

the hopes that he would one day be

the wishes of Velasco were one thing, while the wishes

she was willing to help him to the best of her abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave

to himself, swearing that he would one day release her of those

stood before his Workbench,

was

wasn't enough information, and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number of moves, there was another path outside of just sitting

that was to force their hand, to suppress them until they were suffocated, until there were only a small number