Chapter 420: Reason (2/2)

Compared to people who didn't normally understand what they were feeling and why, Leonel's ability practically didn't allow him to do this. His every thought had a very logical reason behind it, at least logical to himself.

This was why his feelings for Aina were so incomprehensible. They were the one thing about himself that he truly couldn't explain. And, it was ironically the one thing that he didn't try too hard to explain either.

”Isn't the answer simple, then?” Aina said with a smile. ”Who cares about anything else as long as you're standing in their way?”

Leonel snapped out of his rant, his eyes brightening as he shot a glance toward Aina.

”You're right.” Leonel grinned.

The bird in Leonel's palm had an amulet around its neck. Leonel didn't need to think much about it to understand what it was.

On the amulet, there was a key of some sort. Of course, this key wasn't physical but was rather drawn as an Art. This key represented the location coordinates of a teleportation reception pad.

If Leonel used this key as the core of a large scale teleportation array, he would be able to go directly toward where Mordred was.

'It will take me quite a few hours to finish drawing this array, let's find a secluded place.'

Aina followed after Leonel quietly.

Though Leonel's reasons for doing this were quite simple and pure, Aina's couldn't be categorized as such. In her mind, the more chaos her world was in, the more battles she would be able to participate in and the faster she would be able to strengthen herself. This was what she cared about the very most.

Plus… she was absolutely certain that if The Empire was making such big moves, it was impossible for the hidden families to not be involved.

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Earth's second moon, dubbed Camelot, was still the very same mess of torrential rain it had been when Leonel left it. However, this time, it had been splintered in a large scale war the likes of which it had not seen in a very long time.

After scouting out the moon, The Empire concluded that the best target would be the Demon Empire. From their understanding, Camelot's Kingdom had greatly weakened after losing six Knights of the Round Table and two Three Star Magi.

In such a vulnerable position, if The Empire swooped in and eliminated the threat that had been plaguing them for centuries… how many would willingly choose to leave the rulership of King Arthur?

Gazing toward the no-man's land of Camelot, a familiar young man with white-gold hair and shimmering emerald eyes stood amidst the heavy rain. However, every drop that approached him rebounded off of a golden barrier, becoming sparkling motes of light as they scattered.

Compared to when he was in the presence of his grandfather, Noah's demeanor was far more level headed and peaceful. Though he lacked the arrogance one would expect from a prince between his brow, he had a natural air of superiority about him, one ingrained down to his very bones.

”The meeting is beginning, Your Highness.”

Noah nodded and made his way to an elaborate tent covered in soft, black bear fur. It too seemed unblemished by the rain.