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?"

like she didn't know what he was

smiled. Though she didn't

because she didn't want to help him, it was because she was scared and because she was worried about what might happen if

herself, and without Leonel constantly there to guide her, she worried that any next step she might take might end up being a mistake, and in that situation, she would never be able

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

Leonel's grandfather that her life took a turn for the better, but then he died...

and it would be even worse if it was

if only she could think

had Anastasia fallen from the Ninth to barely the Third Dimension, but she had almost died. If she truly

to look at Anastasia like a little sister, how could he allow

the hopes that he would one day be able

thing,

abilities. Having him give her tasks like this gave her a great sense of accomplishment

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

stood before his Workbench, his

He was

information, and his opponents seemed capable of making an infinite number of

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