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."

Aina had

was being held together by a large scale Force Art. The problem was that neither he nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around blindly could land them in an even worse

the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes, he had no confidence in doing so in

Arts quickly. With the processing power of his mind, as long as

more than she did even the Catholic Church. Yet, they had very clear evidence here that his strength was handed to him by another. Who knew what the goals

danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite being so

smiled warmly, his

his palm, his gaze flickering when he noticed that the sharp etching

instinct, he ripped a piece of cloth from his linen

am the best option to do this. With my ability, I'll be able to make

watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the

single pause, he drew the complex Force Art

both depth and size. However, the Art Leonel drew was barely deeper than a 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

ricocheting off of the stone beneath their feet. The dull echoes rebounded across

not more than a few

was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's mind. What

that's how it is… Aina was right. Drawing Force Art is like an author writing down a story. But that also means that if

grasped on a very simple fundamental concept

made Leonel tremble to his core. He didn't know exactly what they were, but his analytical mind could already see through the parts of this Force Art that contributed nothing to its main ability of passing down this power of understanding. It didn't take a genius to figure out that these parts were where the