The ancient sword that hung around official Sun's waist radiated a feeling of cold haughtiness. Official Sun quickly stroked it: I understand, I understand. Once I enter the Eighth Great Realm, everything is up to you.
Santa steered the conversation back to Oswald: Using my enchantment, I've bound a fragmented consciousness of Oswald. If he betrays us, he loses part of his consciousness. The previous assumption that he stands to lose about twenty percent of his power was a ruse. I figured out a long time ago that the fragmented consciousness holds up to thirty percent of his total strength!
So this loss is something he can't afford. Oswald waking up to lose thirty percent of his power is a disaster. He won't have a chance to compete, as soon as he shows up he'll be hunted down by his old friends.
This fellow didn't make many friends in the past but has enemies aplenty. So, as long as we don't push him to death, he won't betray us.