Chapter 319: Cost (2/2)

However, did he really look like someone who could just be rolled over?

Leonel guessed that the goal of these people and The Bishop was the Fourth Dimensional Force Art to his back. Maybe in the meantime, they wouldn't mind picking up some treasures and comprehending some Legendary Skills along the way. To them, this was practically an open treasure trove they could take up whenever they wanted. The so-called resistance before them was meaningless.

Leonel laughed. But, when others heard it, they felt their hearts tremble.

They could hear all of his emotions. His bitterness, his rage, his pride.

In the past several months, he had been toyed with like a puppet on a string. He thought himself to be intelligent, yet he hadn't even realized who his true enemy was until the last moments.

Now that he thought about it, Aliard was probably only dissatisfied with him because he wanted to make use of Lamorak for a bit longer. By Aliard's estimation, had Leonel not killed Lamorak and gone against the wishes of The Bishop, Aliard would have never been exposed at all.

After all, his suggestive magic on Lamorak had been weaved over several months to years. It was much too subtle compared to Ector who he rashly took control of just for a few moments.

Though he didn't mind being exposed now, he felt as though it was unnecessary and he felt forced by the circumstances. He didn't like not having everything in the palm of his hands. To him, Leonel's actions were akin to a jumping monkey stalling the path of a King.

However, even Aliard couldn't help but frown slightly toward Leonel's laughter.

He could tell that this laughter wasn't one of hopelessness nor was it one of madness. It was almost like the kind of laugh you gave a friend when you fell for a prank… it was simply too light.

Leonel brought the horn up to his lips and blew.

At first, the horn was a deep black luster. It curled up for over a meter and weighed almost a hundred pounds.

However, after Leonel blew, several gorgeous patterns lit up across its surface, shimmering with a beautiful pale green light.

The billowing wind from Leonel's blow tore into the skies, causing the thunderous storm to pause for just a moment.

Aliard's pupils constricted. It wasn't just him, but so did Pope Margrave's. As the two most accomplished mages on the battlefield, they realized exactly what just happened. This was definitely beast taming magic, but they had never seen it used in this way.

Leonel calmly put the horn away as though he hadn't done anything special. In its place, he pulled out a familiar golden rod. Though it no longer held France's flag on one end of it, Leonel would never forget this pole. It was none other than a replica of Joan's weapon.

”I didn't get to use this against the monocle wearing bastard. But, that's just fine. I happen to hate you all almost as much.”

Did they think that he, Leonel Morales, was someone they could easily deal with whenever they wanted to?

He would make Aliard and the other lackies of this so-called Bishop pay a price for their arrogance. And, the cost he was asking for was nothing less than their lives.