'Why would that person suddenly start cursing the Advisor for no reason?'
Lloyd was a little confused. 'Given the Advisor's current state—practically buried with just a lock of hair showing—how could he still catch a stray bullet?'
'But no matter what, it's better that someone else is getting yelled at than me...'
Lloyd could clearly sense that the person on the other side of the Saint Statue connection, the culprit behind the radiating power of [Forgetfulness], was definitely a High-ranking Powerhouse.
If it weren't for the help of the *Book of Truth*, he probably would have forgotten how to breathe and how to make his heart beat by now.
Thankfully, the opponent was using the Saint Statue as a conduit to transmit their power. The buffer in between must have imposed many restrictions. It was like trying to drain a lake with a tiny straw; they were bound to be inefficient and unable to exert their full strength.
