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Leonel and Wise Star Order fell into a full blown back and forth, much to the latter's chagrin. However, there was no escaping it. If he wanted to make his life the smallest bit easier, he had no choice but to follow along with Leonel's wishes. 

"… The only way to protect your mind from higher Dimensional beings is by using a higher Dimensional treasure."

"I don't have a Seventh Dimensional treasure just lying around. If I did, would I have almost died to you? Give me a better answer than that."

"There's no 'better' answer. There's just the answer and nothing else. What do you take me for? I can't just conjure things up out of thin air."

"Can't you just protect my mind for me?"

"Are you an idiot? Seventh Dimensional existences can tell the difference. You want to expose the fact you have a Savant in your head? They'll probably think that you're being controlled by me and they'll kill first and ask questions later."