Dimensional Descent

“Your punishment was lightened due to your contributions,” Gervaise replied lightly.

“Oh? Is that so, Gervy? It seems that I’m going to have to steal it on my own, then.”

Gervaise didn’t reply to these words at all. It was as though he was fine with it one way or another… or, he was already prepared to take action if Leonel should really go so far.

Grandfather and grandson looked toward one another, one smiling and the other indifferent.

Roesia looked between the two and sighed. The both of them were too hardheaded. She could already feel it… sometime in the future, the differences between these two would boil over.

But she wasn’t as worried as she should have been about it. That was because after today… she was ironically very confident that neither would go too far even if such a battle were to happen.

The question was… if after this battle was over… if the one who lost would still be the same. Which of these two arrogant men would be willing to accept such losses?

In some ways, such a loss would be more dangerous than even death.

However…

Roesia still found that she was calm.

If her husband couldn’t live on anymore, she would just die.

If her grandson couldn’t live on anymore… she would just die.

She had already lived for far too long anyway. No mother should outlive their child.

**

Leonel walked out casually, strutting around as though nothing had happened. His steps were quite light and the smile on his face was bright.

He would have asked his grandmother to take a walk with him. After all, she would be like the greatest protection badge he could have. But in the end, he decided that that would probably be a bit too unfair.

No matter how he felt about it, he had still killed her grandchildren. Asking her to then walk around with the murderer of those grandchildren, even if said murderer was also her grandson, was still a bit too willful.

Leonel still had some propriety in these matters, but clearly not enough. That was because he strolled out of the Palace having forgotten one very important thing…

He was still a wanted man.

A wall of fresh air hit Leonel, and then he felt thousands of powerful gazes on him.

“… Shit.”

Leonel coughed a bit. He was too caught up in scolding his grandfather to remember that the old man had to say something first before he was let off the hook.

“That shameless old man. Where’s the Edict? Where’s the declaration? Is your word as an Emperor really so worthless?”

Leonel spoke to himself like a madman, cursing the man the entire Empire respected the very most.

“Hello, everyone.” Leonel finally smiled at the crowd. “Nice day we’re having, hm?”

Several lips twitched.

This young man was far too audacious. It was still fine for those very familiar with Leonel. But for those that weren’t, they could only look at him as though they were staring at a scourge.

“What’s with the long faces. Shouldn’t you reply with some pleasantries? At least a little back and forth banter?”

At that moment, a member of the Slayer Legion suddenly grabbed at the air, making a move to capture Leonel.

But Leonel still reacted first.

A man suddenly appeared before Leonel, completely naked from head to toe… Well, ankle. He was still wearing his socks.

His arms seemed to be hugging at air as his tongue stuck out with an obscene gesture.

“Don’t run, baby—”

His voice came to a sudden stop.

Nilrem opened his eyes to find that the little beauty he was entangled with was nowhere to be seen.

He blinked, trying to figure out whether he was insane or not before he looked up from his position on the ground to see a slightly awkward and yet teasing grin on Leonel’s face.

BANG!

The palm the Slayer Legion member in the skies tried to form shattered against the air, seemingly not capable of penetrating Nilrem’s aura.

Leonel thought of many ways that Nilrem might react to this situation, but he still underestimated this man’s shamelessness.

He cleared his throat and stood slowly. He pressed a fist against his chin and curled his other arm to his back as he entered a pensive state. He would have played the role well had his erection still not been at full bore.

“Hello, everyone.” Nilrem finally smiled at the crowd. “Nice day we’re having, hm?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

The saying like father, like son was one they all knew. What they didn’t know was that like master, like disciple would be what they actually witnessed today.

“Fuck, what’s with this reaction.”

Nilrem spoke again, but while everyone was in a daze he had also suddenly put his clothes on at some unknown time.

“No one likes a shitty sequel,” Leonel chimed in.

Nilrem was confused at first before it set in.

“What did I do to deserve such a terrible disciple.”

“I don’t know, Merlin. How about we get out of here?”

“My name is Nilrem!”

“Let’s go rob the Empire.”

“I’m in!” Nilrem did a complete 180 and the two suddenly vanished.

A commotion was kicked up across the Empire and Gervaise’s lip could only twitch. Leonel alone was enough of a headache, but when it was matched with Nilrem’s personal brand of shamelessness, they were impossible to handle.

Gervaise should have known that when Leonel said he would steal he didn’t mean alone.

Now, two murderers were running around his Empire and making a mockery of everything.

Luckily, his prestige was built up so high that most of these things wouldn’t harm him in the slightest. Most wouldn’t even think that he was tacitly allowing it. He would just let Leonel take the brunt of the pressure.

Then, he sent out his first son to deal with the rest.

Three days later, it was Noah’s father, Galaeron, who brought down the orders that Leonel would be sent to the battlefield.