Leonel wasn't ready to make an enemy out of so many monsters. Maybe if he was able to return to the Seventh Dimension, he would be willing to take such an outrageous gamble. But at least for now, he wanted to take the smarter approach if he could.
It was all in the hands of the little boy that was just a little bit too big for his age.
When El'Rion looked into Leonel's eyes, he understood much more of what he was seeing now. It felt like Leonel wasn't asking him anything. Instead... he was giving him a choice.
A choice to let Existence stay in peace for a little while longer, or if he would let chaos reign.
It didn't make sense to him again. But it also didn't make sense for Leonel to survive against that Shadow Tail. It also didn't make sense for him to survive in the True Dream World. And it also didn't make sense for him to have planned for his appearance either.
Nothing this man did seemed to make any sense whatsoever.
"What do you expect from me?"
Leonel shrugged. "That would be up to you."
El'Rion's gaze narrowed.
"... Following the Gathering of Kingdoms, an exchange of martial arts, there is the Gathering of Minds. This is a historical event and one that hasn't been held since the collapse of the Minerva Race as there hasn't been anyone else worthy of it..."
Right now, her husband had access to a mountain of wealth. He could have used any number of resources to trade for an outfit for her. But instead of trading for a treasure that might very well have been made at the hands of a Demi-God, Leonel preferred to Craft her military uniform himself.
This was Leonel's subtlest form of arrogance, and yet when one thought about it... it was also the one that shone the fiercest.
"..."
El'Rion's lips parted, but his words stopped again. This man was really too much.
"Also, since you're kind enough to do such a thing, I have a different suggestion.
"You can start the Gathering of Minds, request for the Owlan Race to be the host. Separate it into two portions, one that is a healthy exchange of thoughts and ideas, the second of which is a challenge section where one can challenge another when two treasures of equal value are put on the line.
"Is that alright?"
El'Rion took a breath. Leonel explained it simply, but his thoughts were layered in complexity.
For one, requesting the Owlans to host basically cut off the idea of any God participating. What God would join an event hosted by a mere Demi-God? And El'Rion nor Leonel would have to ban them in so many words.
Second, the Owlans hosting would make the Pluto Race's neutrality shine through.
What happened here today couldn't be hidden. People would soon find out that El'Rion had taken action for the Human Race.
However, if soon afterward, he announced the Gathering of Minds hosted by the Owlan Race that clearly had a grudge with Leonel, it would be the perfect balancing act.
Third, the challenge section would make the Owlans all too eager. Wasn't this their chance to make Leonel put Anastasia on the line so that they could finally get the treasure of the Minerva Race back?
Fourth, the healthy exchange that would start the Gathering of Minds would be akin to a soothing massage after the death and destruction of the Gathering of Kingdoms.