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."

enough, Aina had thought of the

being held together by a large scale Force Art. The problem was that neither he nor Aina were experts in the matter. Walking around

him to try and deduce the mysteries through Nicolas' countless notes, he had no confidence in doing so in a

should theoretically gain the ability Nicolas had, allowing him to comprehend these Force Arts quickly. With the processing power of his mind, as long as he had

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

yet it was fraught with danger, left him in a steadily darkening state. But somehow, Aina's hand, despite being so

smiled warmly,

palm, his gaze flickering when he noticed that the

ripped a piece of cloth

the two of us." He spoke lightly as he worked. "I am the best option to do this. With my ability, I'll be able to make the best use of

only watch blankly as he set her hand down and drew the first slice of flesh across

Without a single pause, he drew the complex Force Art across his skin, the only sign of his pain being his

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

The dull echoes rebounded across the walls of the underground sewage system, giving the atmosphere an eerie and

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

the reality didn't have much fanfare. There was a faint wisp of light and a subtle comprehension clicked in Leonel's mind. What was once gibberish became as

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

on a very simple fundamental concept like it was his last beacon

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 parts of this

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