Itsuka Shiori's Utter Defeat (Part 2)

Murakami Rinne's weary eyes gradually took on a sharp edge.

If that was the case, things seemed to have become interesting.

Magicians had gone extinct to the point where only two male simps and two female simps remained.

Yet now, a Spirit older than her—or perhaps as old as her—had appeared...

Everything.

Seemed to have become bizarre.

However, she did not immediately choose to recall Itsori—it would make Kotori suspicious.

She merely silently called upon her other body and lay in wait.

Phantom.

An entity that possessed over ninety-nine percent of Mio Takamiya's power. With her protection, Itsori would absolutely be fine.

She was certain of that.

—Unless she encountered an enemy with an utterly incompatible affinity, quantity would always be the First element.

After making all the preparations, she looked back at Kotori.

Even after being persuaded by her, the commander still looked like she was about to lose her mind.

"Are we continuing the operation?"

She spoke.

"How could we possibly ignore a second top-tier Spirit?"

The girl crunched her lollipop between her teeth and glared ferociously around her.

Just as Mio Takamiya had expected.

Kotori would never abandon the operation to have Itsori capture that Spirit of unknown origin—the scale of that person's spiritual power itself represented an extinction-level disaster.

"Gentlemen, now is the time for us to pool our strength and wisdom."

In the solemn tone of an aristocratic parliamentary speaker, she called upon her comrades' power and intellect.

Upon hearing that.

The battleship employees, who were out of touch with society, had combat ability instead of emotional intelligence, kindness instead of romantic experience, and mobility instead of guidance skills, also grew solemn.

"What are your thoughts on our trump card encountering a setback?"

"I think the situation is steadily improving!"

A somewhat balding employee spoke