"Because you're too strong. If this keeps up, the other factions will get next to nothing, even if they pull out now."
Hearing this, Isaac let out an exasperated laugh. "So they're just going to flip the table?"
"That's right."
"..." Isaac fell silent. He was furious, indignant, but there was nothing he could do. This was a decision made by High-level Mages. Anyone sitting at the same table as Mensa was guaranteed to be the real deal. Against an Existence like that, Isaac knew he wouldn't even be able to escape.
His Privilege Magic only allowed him to fight weak Tier Three mages and slightly weaker Tier Three High-level Knights. Against any remotely competent High-level Mage, all he could do was flee.
It was unavoidable. For one thing, the sheer number of Privilege Magic spells they could cast was on a completely different level.
