The air felt heavy—suffocating.
Javier turned slowly, his posture unnatural, eerie, as if the weight of reality no longer applied to him. His face was empty. His eyes—blank, emotionless, dead.
But when he spoke, his voice sent chills down their spines.
"You all… are just summoned heroes."
His tone was flat, cold, devoid of anything human.
"A summon. A summon. A summon."
The words repeated, stripped of emotion, as if he wasn't even addressing them—as if he were talking to himself.
Then—
Javier raised his head, his blank eyes piercing through them.
"Do you know who I am?"
Kenjirou felt his breath hitch.
Something was wrong. Something felt terribly, terribly wrong.
Then—
Javier spoke again.
"I am reborn. The one reborn in this world."
Kenjirou stiffened. His blood ran cold. Because Javier didn't speak in the kingdom's language. He spoke in perfect, fluent Japanese.