Leonel's steps paused for a moment, and then he began laughing uproariously. The laughter was so piercing that it practically formed a spear that thrust through the skies above. In fact, that was exactly what it did.
Leonel's Spear Force was at the point where it could move even without his conscious effort, rising into the skies with a momentum that could sunder the dome of Existence itself.
He could understand what Prime Minister Green was playing for without even going through the farce of a back and forth.
He wanted the method of recreating what Leonel had. And he likely knew that he would fail, so he was secondarily angling for the little World Spirit on Leonel's shoulder.
Regardless of which it was, Leonel would be infuriated. But to have intentions on the latter was enough for something far worse.
"Wash your neck, old man."
