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

she didn't

on a mission by Leonel, but that wasn't because she didn't want to help

one more aware of her weaknesses than herself, and without Leonel constantly there to guide her, she worried that any next

of the Minerva, she had passed

then he died... but then she was

losing another, and it would be even worse if it was her

saved Velasco. If only she wasn't so stupid, if only she could have seen through his intentions, if only she could think for herself,

the Third Dimension, but

how could

with the hopes that he would one day

were one thing,

side, she was willing to help him to the best of her abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave her a great sense of accomplishment and it made her smile

swearing that he would one day release

his Workbench, his mind whirling with

was right. He was

and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number

to suppress them until they were suffocated, until there were only a small