Chapter 3030 Silk Boxers

Chapter 3030 Silk Boxers

Leonel pushed himself up and off from the bed, his gaze having become especially bright. The shadow that should have been over his features wasn't there, replaced with a bone-deep determination.

"You're not going to ask me any questions?" Nilrem asked.

"What would I ask?" Leonel spoke, getting used to his body.

Right now, he felt as though he truly had been reborn. The issue was that it wasn't an advancement.

Still, getting used to his sudden weakness was a necessity as well. If he tried to do something based on his previous understanding of his body, and ended up injuring himself or worse, then he would have no one to cry to.

"Who I am? How I disappeared? Why I only appeared now?"

"Don't care." Leonel replied.

"Damn," Nilrem clicked his tongue. "Somehow, you skipped through centuries of maturity and jumped right to being that annoying prick I remember. Is this progress or regression?"

"It's whatever you want to call it."

Leonel punched out at a wall with his full force.

There was a sharp wind as his form was perfect, but upon feeling the collision, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

He actually felt pain.

He was a Crafter. He could see through these materials with a single glance, slower mind or not. It was a strong material, especially for the mere wall of a bedroom. But it wasn't strong to the point that he would feel pain from hitting it, even if he considered the God Runes in this place.

He didn't even leave a dent on the wall.

Still, he just nodded casually. It seemed that he would have to re-practice his metal body... basically his entire Constitution had been reset. Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you." Nilrem spread his arms as though he was being magnanimous. "Have you ever tried to spell my name backward? Hm? Hm?"

In that case, he would just ask his grandfather to give him what he needed. It was about time the old man did what grandfathers should, instead of him always being the one bailing out Earth.

After making this choice, Leonel donned a robe by the bedside, didn't even bother to do it up, and strolled out in his silky white boxers and fluffy slippers.

"... I was unfortunately obstructed like everyone else. You've really got a bitch of a grandmother, you know that? If you want, I can give you some tips for how to deal with her. Have I told you the story about how I pissed on an Empire's banner? That's definitely a good one. And there's also the time I pissed on—hey, where are you going?"

Nilrem rushed after Leonel, feeling exasperated.

This was the only timeline where Leonel actually just outright ignored him like this? Where was the shock and awe?

And what was this kid doing? Didn't he know that he was in the heart of the Fawkes Clan Empire right now? Did he know how many important officials there were around here? What was he doing just strutting around like that?

"Hey kid, you keep walking around like that and one of these old cougars is gonna eat you up in your sleep."

"I never expected that the Merlin I had heard about growing up would swing that way. Do you mean the cougars, or you?"

Leonel's sudden response after so long of nothing took Nilrem off guard. He didn't even know how to respond to the accusation.

"... Fuck you, kid! My name is Mer—I mean Nilrem!"

"Do you even care that much? I'm pretty sure you forgot your real name at some point."

"How do you even know that?!"

As they walked through the empire, they came across several people, most of whom gave Leonel weird glances.

'Hm... I don't recognize any of these people. What was that old man up to?'

"Halt!"

Leonel ignored the words. He was about to kick up the Throne Room doors, but then he remembered how weak he was and settled for pressing his palms against them, pressing hard until they finally slowly creaked open.

The silence was so palpable that a pin drop could have been heard.

Leonel strolled in under thousands of gazes.