Reluctant but unable to resist the temptation when pressed, Sylphia finally selected equipnt. The quality was simply too good to refuse.
The people watching from below were practically coughing blood, seeing their personal armor and cherished weapons being casually distributed to these strangers. It was heartbreaking, but they had absolutely no choice in the matter.
I worked decades to earn that sword... gone in seconds.
After the distribution was complete, Seraphine approached Leon and insisted that she wanted to go back inside his special space. She didn’t say the full na "ti dinsion" out loud for obvious security reasons, but Leon imdiately understood what she ant.
She also handed him back the Light Elental technique scroll he’d let her train with for a while. She had already reached Basic level proficiency over it, but progressing further would take considerably longer without additional guidance.
"It would be much faster if I learned through your direct insight," she admitted with a slight smile. "A small perk of having such a powerful and handso husband."
But before opening the portal to let her enter, Leon quickly transcribed a technique onto fresh parchnt with remarkable speed. It was the Arcane Shackle technique up to Master rank—including every insight he’d gained through his own mastery. He wrote down every subtle detail carefully.
Then he handed the completed scroll to her.
Seraphine accepted it gratefully and curiously glossed over the contents. Her eyes widened dramatically in genuine surprise, recognizing imdiately how exceptional this technique was for control and suppression.
"Thank you. This is perfect."
Leon gestured to the remaining pile of treasures collected from the stripped officials, which was still substantial despite the earlier distribution.
"Store everything inside your spatial pouch and use whatever you want freely."
Skills stones, treasures, potions, armor, weapons—everything was there except the technique scrolls, which Leon had already stored in his personal inventory for later study.
WHUMMM!
The portal opened, and Seraphine entered the ti dinsion smoothly.
However, before Leon could close the gateway, Loriel’s voice spoke up quietly.
"I wanted... to go too."
This wasn’t the first ti she’d been inside that mysterious space. She had developed so basic understanding of what type of impossible place that endless dinsion was. The notion seed completely absurd, but that was the only logical explanation.
Leon understood her reasoning well. He wasn’t worried about security. He had genuine trust in Loriel. She could be an idiot sotis, yes, but she was absolutely trustworthy at her core.
He nodded permission, and Loriel entered happily.
But after Loriel disappeared through the portal, another voice ca from behind—the wolf demi-human Sylphia.
"Can I... go too?"
Leon’s eyes turned sharp and analytical. Did she understand what type of place that actually was on her first ti briefly entering it?
Looking at her confused face, it doesn’t seem to be the case yet. She hasn’t fully figured it out as of right now. But I know she’ll deduce the truth soon enough. Not everyone can be as wonderfully slow as Loriel.
He asked directly, "Why?"
Sylphia answered honestly, "I don’t feel safe being out here alone, and I don’t dare to step out of this room."
Hmm.
Leon sort of understood her reasoning. Being in the presence of people who could easily kill her at any second would feel terrifying from her perspective. He wouldn’t let that actually happen, but the fear was nonetheless valid for her, and walking out alone was practically a death wish for her.
After a few seconds of consideration, he decided to let her enter as well.
Better she’s comfortable and safe.
The portal closed behind her, and suddenly only Leon remained in the courtroom along with his collection of thoroughly defeated hostages.
He resud his leisurely position on the throne, waiting patiently for Alia to return with the real treasures from the main vault.
Everything until now was just an appetizer. The main course is still coming.
An hour would pass in the outside world. During that ti, Leon sat leisurely on his appropriated throne with his eyes closed, appearing to anyone watching as if he were simply resting or perhaps even napping.
However, the reality was far different.
His consciousness had entered the ti dinsion—but in a completely separate location from where Seraphine, Loriel, and Sylphia were currently residing. He intentionally avoided eting them to maintain his training focus and other troubling explanations.
I need to maximize every mont. Out here, minutes pass. In their days of training await.
Leon dedicated himself to increasing his mastery of the new skills and techniques he’d recently acquired—New skill stones, various combat techniques, and refining his existing abilities to higher levels of proficiency.
Even so, it wasn’t as though he was being careless or negligent about his physical body remaining outside. His spatial awareness remained partially active, monitoring his surroundings constantly. If his enhanced senses picked up anything strange or threatening, he would imdiately teleport back to full consciousness and deal with the situation accordingly.
Isabella stood only a couple of ters next to him, watching him with conflicted emotions roiling through her mind. Seeing him so completely relaxed—eyes closed as if taking a casual nap in her supre leader’s chair—filled her with equal parts rage and calculation.
Many tis during that long hour, the thought of attacking him flashed through her mind like lightning.
If I struck now, while his eyes are closed, while he seems unguarded...
But those thoughts were imdiately replaced by more rational considerations—the thought of escaping instead, running far away from this nightmare, perhaps succeeding if she moved quickly and quietly enough.
If I had a head start, maybe... he won’t be able to catch if I remain hidden.
However, she was never actually able to take that desperate risk in practice. Their earlier encounter had already made her brutally aware of exactly how much of a devil this man truly was. She genuinely feared she would die in a futile attempt that accomplished nothing, after having endured this humiliation for so long already.
To throw away my life now, after surviving this far, would be the height of foolishness.
She would never be able to forgive herself if she acted so impulsively and stupidly. So she remained frozen in place, doing absolutely nothing except waiting.
Patience. Survival. That’s all that matters.
The council mbers below and the few remaining adventurers in the gallery also entertained similar thoughts of escape during that interminable hour. Their friend had died; it was horrible, but the reality of the situation was different now. The silver-white-haired monster appeared to be sleeping, after all. This might be their only chance.
But the fact that their supre leader—who was vastly more powerful than any of them—was not moving at all from her position, not even attempting to flee, made them abandon those dangerous ideas imdiately.
If she won’t run, we definitely shouldn’t try. She knows sothing we don’t.
The ssage was clear: if the 6th Supre Leader, with all her power and authority, chose to remain and endure rather than risk escape, then they should absolutely do the sa.
About slightly more than an hour had passed in the outside world when sothing changed.
In Leon’s training within the ti dinsion, that translated to over one thousand hours—more than forty days of continuous practice and refinent.
WHOOSH!
Just then, his spatial awareness detected sothing significant in the hallways of the Supre Court building, approaching steadily toward the courtroom.
Finally.
Leon’s eyes opened imdiately, snapping back to full alertness. A slight smile of genuine delight crossed his features.
Alia is returning. She followed instructions well.
However, one particular question remained prominently in his mind as he observed her approach through his extended senses.
What exactly is she carrying on her back? It appears shaped like... a sack of potatoes?
The form was bulky and irregular, definitely not just the spatial rings he’d provided. There was sothing else—sothing large being physically transported.
Interesting. What treasure requires actual physical carrying instead of spatial storage?
His curiosity was genuinely piqued as he waited for her to arrive and reveal what she’d brought back from the legendary Union treasury.
Alia—the older, more mature version of Aria with the sa distinctive red and purple mixed hair and tall, commanding figure—entered the courtroom. Along with her ca a large sack slung over her back, which was wiggling noticeably and producing muffled sounds from inside.
MMPH! MMPH!
She walked with asured steps directly below the stairs to where Leon was sitting on the appropriated throne. Then she gently dumped the sack onto the marble floor.
THUD!
A white-haired bunny girl with distinctive rabbit ears wiggled out awkwardly, completely tied up with rope and her mouth sealed with tape.
MMPH! MMPH! WIGGLE!
Leon, who had been watching this scene unfold with genuine curiosity about what mysterious treasure required physical transport, suddenly facepald himself hard the mont he recognized the captive.
SMACK!
Bunbun. Of course it’s Bunbun.
I was expecting so interesting treasure that couldn’t be stored inside a spatial ring for nothing...
The troubleso little rabbit girl had sohow gotten herself into serious trouble. Again.
How does she keep managing this?
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