They tried to struggle with all their strength, but it was useless. Terror filled the hearts of the leaders.
Back in their own kingdoms, they had all been considered top-tier warriors or mages. Yet here, mere pressure from another person had pinned them down so completely that they could not move.
This kind of power had already far exceeded everything they knew of mortals!
By now, even the dullest person could see that Priest Oswaldo seemed to have arranged this deliberately—and that he himself was anything but ordinary.
"Oswaldo, why are you doing this?! Could it be... you intend to betray our world?!" The commander of the leading kingdom's knight order forced the words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice full of pain and incomprehension.
Oswaldo seemed to have finished communicating with some unknown existence. Only then did he have time to turn around and seriously examine the knight commander kneeling on the ground.
Hearing his question, Oswaldo revealed a strange expression tinged with amusement.
"Don't misunderstand. I have never betrayed anyone."
"Then what are you doing now?! Why did you send those armies over to lure that monster here?!" the Shaman leader demanded sharply.
Oswaldo squatted in front of the knight commander without the slightest concern for appearances. His slovenly manner was nothing like the solemn, dignified priest they remembered.
"Still don't understand? I've lifted the suggestion. Use your brain and think carefully." Oswaldo pointed at his temple, mockery in his voice. "Do you... really know a person named Oswaldo? Or rather, did a priest named Oswaldo truly ever exist in this world?"
All the leaders froze instinctively.
They did indeed have memories of the name "Oswaldo," his identity, and even certain details of his involvement in the plan.
But after thinking carefully, their expressions all turned