It wasn't long before a few other small figures rushed toward Dyon happily. The only one who didn't seem excited was Junior, but that was only to be expected. Dyon had always hated school. It was to the point where he only tried hard so that he could finish it faster than everyone else, which was why he had no other friends aside from Clara. He felt it was inevitable that Junior would also hate school.

Though Dyon was basically ignoring the commotion around him, happily inquiring about the adventures of the little boys and girls under his charge, this didn't mean that there was no commotion at all.

Dyon's Presence was too grand. Even if some didn't recognize his face, they would feel that he was someone special. And, could there really be a person within the Mortal Alliance who didn't know Dyon's face? They all had access to the Mortal Network, they all knew how famous Dyon was, and they also knew he was their leader. Seeing him come to pick up his children just like the rest of them It hit differently than most other things they had seen in their lifetimes.

What leader would do this? Would they even consider sending their children to the same place commoners attended? Would they happily mingle without any regard for their status? Did they even have time to spend with their children in this way?

Even after Dyon floated away with his entourage of toddlers, some still remained frozen in place, as though poisoned by his charisma.

Dyon was learning more and more about the importance of culture in building empires. Though it was impossible to ever build something perfect You could get close if you took the proper steps.

In truth, Dyon hadn't come here specifically to put on a show. He just really wanted to be there for his little girl. He didn't want Alauna to feel that her father was too busy for her. But, it ended up having a greater effect on others than even he expected.

The coming war wasn't an unknown secret by the public, everyone knew it was coming. Under normal circumstances, there should be fear and panic, maybe even anger toward a warmongering leader. Wasn't what they had here good enough? Weren't they at peace? Did they want for anything? Were there food shortages?

Soul Universe was practically a paradise, so why war?

But, seeing Dyon in person like this made him feel human, it made them feel that he wasn't an individual who would take such actions without reason Because just like all of them, he too had people he wanted to protect.

If Dyon was willing to send his precious daughter to attend the same schools their children did, it meant he didn't see one life as more valuable than another

Unknowingly, a wave of calm spread through Soul Quadrant, the kind of calm that could only be fostered by a nation led by a fearless, calm, and confident leader.

**

Though Dyon set a special time aside for Alauna, his work never stopped.

He split the 37 celestial hamsters into three groups, tasking them with completing Researcher Ton's map. Dyon knew the maps were accurate, but what he needed were specifics. He needed to know where humans were settled, how many powerhouses there were, what defensive mechanisms they might have.

For the Uidah and Ragnors, Dyon already had all of this information thanks to the Uidah Sons and Daughters, not to mention Hela. But, for the Pakals and Five Beast Clan Alliance, he was very blind.

Using Researcher Ton's map, the celestial hamsters' job became several times easier. It would only be a matter of months before the gaps within the maps were fully fleshed out. Then, Dyon would call for a War Council where they would officially plan their attack.

But first, the Mortal Army had to be properly constructed.

Dyon had to bring the Demon Generals back, and that required re-entering the tower.

...

"Are you serious?" Clara looked at Dyon like he had lost his mind. Ri, who stood to the side, was giggling uncontrollably. As for Amphorae, she hardly reacted aside from a slight smile.

"Of course." Dyon nodded seriously.

His staunch attitude only made Ri laugh harder. This husband of hers was too much.

"There comes a time in every man's life where he must show off to the greatest degree." Dyon continued nodding to himself, maintaining his stoic expression. "I must have two beauties by my side for my reappearance, no matter what."

Clara glared at Dyon. "I'm not your trophy."

Dyon ignored Clara's words, looking toward little Alauna. "What do you think, Little Precious?"

Alauna clapped happily. "Two beauties, two beauties!"

"See? The little princess has spoken."

Clara rolled her eyes even more fiercely as Ri wiped her tears.

Dyon walked over and placed Little Alauna in the flustered Amphorae's lap. It seemed he had finally found her weakness.

After a wink, he swept Clara and Ri into his arms with only a single destination in mind: The Epistemic Tower.

That was right. Dyon insisted on it. If he was going to make a grand reappearance, he needed two beauties by his side. It was practically a law of the Heavens.

**

The tower had been exceptionally quiet for two years.

Before Dyon's appearance, territory wars had been spreading wildly in preparation for the descent of the Ancient Battlefield, but as the months ticked away and signs of the battlefield had yet to make themselves known, the ire clans and sects had for one another began to die down.

Of course, this wasn't the only reason why. Namely, the matters of two years ago were simply too shocking.

Rumors of the dark side of the Sapientia Clan, endless assaults on the Sacharro Clan, and even the appearance of dao experts on the celestial floors, there was simply too much.

Then there was the appearance of the Mortal Network and the matters surrounding Clara Gallagher. To this day, those matters were still relative question marks.