The Martial Unity

Leonel's expression gained a bit of dignity. They hadn't been here for long, yet so many inexplicable things were unfolding before him.

Gritting his teeth, Leonel made a decision.

"I know how we can get out of here."

Aina was just as intelligent as Leonel was. Though her thinking speed fell several steps behind him after he awakened his ability, when given enough time, her conclusions wouldn't be much different from his own. This was why when she heard this, her expression immediately changed.

"No. No. Absolutely not. We can think of another way. You have no idea what kind of side effects there might be. I won't let you."

Leonel smiled bitterly.

"I wish I knew more about this world, but unfortunately I don't. This is the only solution I can think of, and considering the current abilities of my mind… That's saying a lot."

Aina's eyes involuntarily reddened.

Leonel walked to Nicolas' desk and picked up one of his pen-shaped knives. He looked at it before a moment, hesitating. He didn't even notice when Aina's small hand crossed his field of vision and clamped down on the palm he held it in.

"It's too risky." Aina tried to steady the trembling in her voice. "We don't understand the diagrams to begin with, who knows what it will do to you? For all we know, Nicolas didn't even have his own will."

had thought of the

The problem was that neither he nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around blindly could

mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes,

quickly. With the processing power of his mind, as long as he had this starting point,

ignorance. Joan worshiped Nicolas more than she did even the Catholic Church. Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was handed

had been unable to settle itself. Knowing that the destination ahead only had one path, yet it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite being

smiled warmly, his

hand from his palm, his gaze flickering when he noticed that the sharp etching tool he had been holding onto

somewhat on instinct, he ripped a piece of cloth from his linen

option to do this. With my ability, I'll be able to make the best use of it. Plus, I won't need to draw it as large as he had to

her

was frightening after awakening his ability. Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his pain being

usual paper cut and was a fraction of the size of Nicolas'. But, Leonel was confident that his own ability could amplify this Art's would-be potency, while also mitigating the risk he put

and ricocheting off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull

exceptionally high. It took him not more than a few minutes to etch the Force Art into his

There was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's mind. What was once gibberish became as clear as a text of English

is… Aina was right. Drawing Force Art is like an author writing down a story. But that also means that if you want

simple fundamental concept

failsafes in place, failsafes that made Leonel tremble to his core. He didn't know exactly what they were, but his analytical mind could already see through the