"But you and I both know."
"For the Lower World now, compared to the grave consequences that exposing the existence of the intelligent Xenos could bring..."
"What we gods fear even more is the fearsome reputation Haimo earned through killing in Heaven, and his brutal disregard for everything while he was there."
Ouranos slowed his speech.
"Over hundreds of millions of years in Heaven, aside from indulging in pleasure, the only painful lesson the gods learned..."
"Was that once fighting broke out..."
"The only one who profited would always be this God of Strife." "No matter what reason the war began over."
"To him, every conflict, every act of hostility, even every feeling of antagonism constantly nourishes his reserves unseen, making him stronger."
"Once Haimo is involved..."
"Even the most unruly gods in Heaven will weigh their options over and over before raising a hand against him."
"They worry that their attacks will ultimately only become nourishment that makes Haimo even more invincible."
After hearing Ouranos's words, Ganesha stood below the steps, his expression beneath his mask becoming extremely complicated.
"Of course I understand everything you're saying."
Ganesha fully understood Ouranos's thinking now. He could not help taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling the stale air in his chest.
"But what you're doing is far too risky."
"You're walking a tightrope."
Ganesha spoke gravely. This was an outright gamble. The stakes were the safety of all Orario and the Lower World, as well as the survival of every Xenos. If they won the gamble that Haimo had truly descended to develop his Familia in peace, and that he bore the Xenos no ill will, then...
This evil god could absolutely use the fearsome reputation that made the gods shudder to provide those Xenos who never saw daylight with protection