"Ever since we entered this area, Index's traces have become almost impossible to pick up."
Looking at the building before him, Stiyl Magnus lit the cigarette in his mouth with some frustration and exhaled a long plume of smoke.
He was a burly man nearly two meters tall, with pale skin and shoulder-length hair the red of a setting sun.
Although he wore black clerical robes, he had none of a clergyman's solemnity.
Gleaming silver rings adorned all ten fingers, hollow earrings hung from his ears, and a barcode tattoo sat beneath his right eyelid.
Judging by his bizarre attire, a delinquent with adolescent delusions would have been a far more fitting description.
Paired with his face, which still retained a boy's immaturity, this exaggerated appearance was itself an invisible deterrent to enemies who knew Stiyl's background.
Necessary Evil the Church.
Just like the Holy Church in Type-Moon, the Cross Church was so vast that even those who shared the same faith formed different factions because of the different paths they pursued.
Let alone the magic of other faiths.
And Stiyl's role was to punish magic with magic, much like an Executor.
Yet at this moment, this magician, ordinarily calm and ruthless when carrying out his missions, was staring gloomily at the complex before him.
The tall girl behind him also had solemn eyes.
"The defenses here are far tighter than they look. Despite being a science-side building, it completely suppresses even magical detection. If not for the Mobile the Church Index is wearing, I wouldn't even be able to confirm she's still here."
"Even you can't sense her, boss?"
Hearing this, Stiyl first froze, then frowned even more deeply.
Although they were both companions in Necessary Evil the Church, Stiyl knew that even if they reached the same conclusion,