Farce

Patriarch Godlen didn't know what to think or what to say. The family had grown so fast in recent years that he didn't think that Leonel would be a worry. His only personal hope was that he could save his daughter one day, but he also knew that it wasn't yet time to leave. 

What he never expected was that there'd be a day when Leoenl actually came to him instead of the other way around. 

"Oh? Not fighting anymore?" Leonel blinked innocently. 

The rage in the Patriarch's chest almost bubbled over. That toying expression reminded him of what Leonel had done to them the last time they saw him. Not only had he managed to steal their most important techniques, but he had even escaped right from under their noses as though their defenses were worth nothing at all. 

They had been led by the nose by a mere Fifth Dimensional…