Leonel appeared in the world of white fog again. But, this ti, there was an extra light.
The silver tablet began to vibrate, glowing with a fierce white that made Leonel squint.
Soon afterward, a figure began to form and the lights began to wane. It didn't take Leonel much thought to recognize this figure, especially since he had consciously chosen this person to begin with.
Still, at that mont, Leonel couldn't help but be slightly in relief. If who he was resurrecting was based on what he wanted and not what he needed, then it would most definitely be Rollan. Though they had only spent two years together, Leonel felt a sort of comradery that he hadn't felt in a very long ti.
Whenever Leonel looked at Rollan, he couldn't help but think of Jas, his partner in cri for over a decade… Even though they had always had diatrically opposed personalities, they had always fit well together. Yet, after all this ti, Leonel still didn't know what caused it all to change.
Leonel's thoughts on Jas, though, sowhat scared even himself.
When he rembered Jas, what he felt wasn't an unwillingness or an unfortunate emotion. Rather, it was simply a fleeting mory almost as though he was rembering a city he had visited before or a car that had caught his attention on the side of the road.
He felt so detached from his forr days with Jas that the recalling of the mories had beco less of a function of emotion and more about just how good his mind was at recalling events. It was nothing more, and nothing less.
That said, Rollan was different. Leonel felt that he was the sort of man he would fight with to his final breath. And in those last monts, he had proved that without a shadow of a doubt.
'Sit tight, Rollan. Soon I'll be able to introduce you to my soone special too…'
This way, Leonel wouldn't have to worry about the guilt he'd feel. Whether Rollan was available to be resurrected now or not, Elthor was still the correct option.
At that mont, the figure finally ford and Elthor's face beca clear.
All of Leonel's excess thoughts stopped right then as he observed Elthor. The truth was that he wasn't sure how this would go. He didn't know if Elthor would still have his mories from the previous world or if he would be a blank slate.
The worst part was that even if Elthor did have his mories from the Zone world, there was no telling if he would view Leonel the sa. After all, during these last two years, no one had called him Leonel even once no matter how many tis he introduced himself. It made him feel as though he was playing a separate character other than himself. Leonel wouldn't have even been surprised if this 'character' was available sowhere within the tablet to be resurrected.
Then there was the last potentially unfortunate circumstance. It was also possible that Elthor had his mories, rembered what happened, recognized Leonel, yet chose not to follow him.
This was a very real and distinct possibility that Leonel might have to face. Should it happen, he would have to simply accept it or do his best to convince Elthor.
Leonel's eyes steeled with determination. If he wanted to be a King yet couldn't even convince his first General to follow him, what kind of King could he possibly be? He might as well give up this impossible dream right here and now.
The lids of Elthor's eyes opened. He looked around in confusion for a mont, a strong cognitive dissonance hitting him from all sides as though he couldn't figure out what was going on.
When he saw Leonel before him, his eyes shot up in surprise.
"… General…?"
Elthor's frown deepened. For so reason, he felt that calling Leonel this now felt inappropriate. Sothing had changed, sothing so fundantal that just that form of address alone left him with a bad taste in his mouth as though he had said sothing unforgivable.
"King."
Elthor almost imdiately changed his words. It felt subconscious, like the world itself was whispering it into his ear.
Leonel grinned. "I'm no King yet."
"But…" Elthor's mind still felt foggy.
The last he rembered was being dragged away by his Kingdom's Generals. He had tried scratching and clawing, yet no matter what he did or what he tried, they were all too strong for him.
Ultimately, he had even lost to Leonel, and quite easily at that. Despite having access to Chaotic Particle Force, he had yet to truly grow into his ability. In addition, he was born in a Fifth Dinsional world and was the sa age as Leonel.
After stepping out of the Zone, Leonel realized that the ti had been one to one with the outside world. So, he had to accept at this mont that he was now truly two years older and had missed his own 21st birthday.
To Leonel, 21 was already an age he should be growing into true adulthood. But, to the Dinsional Verse, especially to a Fifth Dinsional world, even 60 was still considered young.
It was safe to say that if Elthor wanted to follow Leonel to the very end, he would have so growing to do. But, Leonel was confident that he'd be able to do it.
"What do you want in life, Elthor?"
"I…" Elthor struggled, rembering his father's words.
Shouldn't he be a King? He had to take on the burden of his people… He couldn't disappoint his father.
However, just when he was going to say these words, he t Leonel's light violet eyes and felt his heart tremble. For so reason, eting this gaze, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to lie.
"… I want to be a True King's Saber. I want to live on the battlefield and beco the weapon that shatters all obstacles. I want n who've soaked in a river of blood to run at the ntion of my na!"
Leonel's grin only beca wider and wider.
"Elthor, are you willing to be my Saber?"
Elthor's eyes glowed with a furious light.
"YES!"
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