Before him were not gods, but several of his highest-ranking superiors.
"Tell us what you saw."
In a scene resembling a divine hall, six powerful men and women sat calmly behind lofty seats.
The man in the middle was the one who spoke.
"Yes!"
Half-kneeling on the ground, the Knight began to speak.
"It was a backward and ignorant world, though it did have some redeeming qualities. There, I encountered a believer of a foreign god. She was upright in character, noble in status, and extremely powerful. From her words, I learned that she was inclined to submit. However, they hoped that we would display sufficient military strength."
Without question, the Knight's words contained a selfish motive.
He had not told the truth. Instead, he had tried his best to protect the girl he had met through the way he presented the intelligence.
Upright in character, noble in status, extremely powerful—this series of descriptions conveyed a little information: that person held ideals similar to ours, but belonged to a different faction. If possible, do not rush to kill her. If she could be persuaded to join us, she would surely be of great value.
The important figures obviously could not have noticed anything strange.
After all, the Knight had always reported his scouting information truthfully, and no problems had ever arisen. The Knight was extremely devout; everyone above knew that. Perhaps that was why he had received the gods' blessing.
"So you mean you encountered someone powerful enough to defeat you?" the woman on the left asked with mild interest.
"Yes. That world as a whole was very weak. She was the only powerful individual there. After she appeared before me, I spoke with her according to procedure."
The people above exchanged looks. Then the man in the seat of