Anemos had already expected this kind of response. There was a lot of anger toward Leonel, but they were also well aware of his strength.

Back then, he had taken advantage of several factors in order to strengthen himself, many of the details of which were incredibly hazy. However, it was enough for them to know that his power back then wasn’t natural at all.

And that was when he had access to his full array of talents. What about now that he was a cripple?

One might wonder why the Demoness would even want people to know this. If others knew she had taken Leonel’s talent, then it might be possible for clever individuals with powerful Dream Force to be able to reverse engineer what had happened back then.

There was also the Pluto who were still shocking powerhouses. Even El’Rion had been able to reverse time in the Dream Plane to experience what had happened in his absence… so what could the strongest members of the Pluto Race do?

There were several factors to this.

First, the Demoness was far more powerful than anyone knew. Simply put… she saw the entirety of existence as her chess board, and her pieces didn’t avoid the Pluto Race. She actively used them when it suited her needs. She feared no one.

And second… this wasn’t her intention in the first place.

The reason Leonel could be known as a cripple now was because he had survived when he shouldn’t have. Not only that, but his survival was tied to the death of one of the three strongest existences of the Ascension Empire.

This was all to say that it was impossible to make hazy the memory of Leonel becoming a cripple because him being alive was evidence enough, and the people the Ascension Empire could never forget their First Imperial Princess.

The moment they wondered why it was their shining beacon had died, they would remember that it was in order to save her son, and they would, by extension understand that Leonel was a cripple as a result.

The reason this was so important was because this was also the lynchpin that Leonel was using to recall everything as well.

No matter how powerful the Demoness’ Dream Force, it was impossible for her to make Leonel forget his own mother… and so long as he remembered that smiling face, there would come a day he got his revenge.

By extension of all of these matters, the world knew as well.

Ironically, this was also even more important for Leonel’s survival. It was because this idea of him being a cripple pervaded that the God Races had never truly gone all out to crush him.

With this background, it was clear why Nya and many of the other elders that were present couldn’t help but look toward Anemos with a weird glint in their eyes.

Anemos looked around and sighed. None of the Four Great Families specialized in Dream Force, all of their skills were combat oriented. Originally, they were meant to be secondary protectors of the Human Race, following after the Envoys. As such, they were warriors.

As such, it was difficult for the few among them who did have a strong understanding of Dream Force to explain such matters. Anemos was even partly convinced that from the very beginning, the Four Great Families were too susceptible to manipulation precisely because of this great weakness.

“I want to say that I do not think that it is a coincidence that this matter occurred mere hours after Leonel was scheduled to arrive on the battlefield.

“Even if you take this boy as a cripple, his intelligence cannot be underestimated. All things considered, he stood on a battlefield of Gods at the mere Sixth Dimension. Even if he’s become weaker now…”

“As far as I know, his crippling extends to his mind. Without his foundation of Dream Force talents to rely on, even the Life Tablet is useless in his hands.” Another elder interjected.

A fiery discussion suddenly sparked before Nysa put a hand up.

“That’s enough. Finish what you want to say Anemos. Let’s say I accept that this was the fault of Leonel Morales. What would you have us do?”

“We need to start tracking odd occurrences. Assuming that it is Leonel Morales, we can conclude that he has a very rare spatial treasure capable of transporting large numbers of living beings in an instant.

“I was confused as to why the Fawkes did not take it from him as it would be an invaluable war weapon, but it is very likely that it has made an appearance.

“We need to find a way to track his movement patterns and kill him swiftly.”

In an Inbetween World of this caliber, most spatial devices didn’t work properly. Those that were powerful enough tended to only be capable of carrying inanimate, non-living objects.

It also had to be remembered that just in order to carry a single Ninth Dimensional existence in the first place, a spatial device would have to both be capable of carrying living things, and be extraordinarily powerful.

Without this, it would be impossible for them to be of any use.

It could be said that the Segmented Cube was the only treasure in existence capable of doing such a thing. It was worthy of being the Magnum Opus of the Fallen Minerva Race even if it was a failed product in Leonel’s eyes.

When Anemos said this, far more people accepted it. If it wasn’t Leonel, but rather Leonel’s treasure doing all of this, it would make far more sense.

“Lay out your plan in more detail.” Nysa spoke again.

“Yes…”

Anemos began to lay out everything as he saw it and their eyes became brighter and brighter.

Just as Nysa was about to adjourn the meeting so that they could go execute, a cold, shadowy aura suddenly appeared.

Nysa’s eyes sharpened as he recognized it. This was the aura of the mysterious figure.

“Things have changed,” a raspy voice spoke out. “My suggestion has been destroyed.”

Nysa’s eyes opened wide.