Second Madman was shouting and hopping about in the communications channel as if she had been smacked in the face by a main gun herself. I really hadn't expected her to care so much about her comrades. But this wasn't the time to discuss that. The moment Sandora heard that the Fallen Apostles had brought out a group of Monarch-class warships numerous enough to be called a "formation," her expression changed in shock. Even the War Song Princess nearly sprang from her seat. "Monarch-class? Are you sure? How is the Grand Warlord doing now?"
"Of course I'm sure! Back then, this ship was—"
Sandora and I spoke in unison, both of us stern. "Get to the point!"
"We rushed over and saw those bastards hauling more than a dozen Monarch-class ships out of the World Gate. The Grand Warlord ordered the whole army to retreat. This ship guarantees those rings are the real deal. Some of them could already fire, so they must have been precharged. Five Monarch-class ships wiped out the entire Vengeance Legion's Combined Shield in one volley. Half the Grand Warlord's front face got blasted off, and now he looks like an Alto... A few other ships got brushed by the disintegration effect too. Only their escape towers were left intact, and this ship stuffed them into its hold and brought them back. Good thing this ship's cargo bay is huge now. This ship is now—"
Sandora and I again spoke in unison, both of us stern. "Shut up!"
Second Madman paused, and she actually sounded a little aggrieved. "...You can't treat this ship like that. This ship fought bravely. The general likes brave soldiers best—oh, right, this ship was wounded too!"
Sandora and I had both intended to temporarily ignore this annoying Mad AI and focus