"A magical fleet formed from frozen seawater, apparently with the added ability to diminish civilization's influence. What an ingenious design."
Roland saw through the attackers on the Light Screen and voiced his admiration.
As another high-magic world where people still had to start as weak humans, A Certain Magical Index tended to pursue higher-level concepts in its Magic Formulas while ensuring their power.
By comparison, the divinely created races of No Game No Life, born with immense power, tended to pursue destructive force alone, with less ingenuity, perhaps because of the urgency of war and their planet's apocalyptic conditions.
"But they really do react quickly. The very next day after their failure, their fleet is practically at Academy City's doorstep. It seems the Roman Orthodox Church has lost patience too."
"All they lacked was an excuse to begin with. Once the conflict escalated, this response was quite reasonable."
Aleister's tone remained unhurried, as though it were not his own headquarters about to come under attack.
"However, among the Roman Orthodox Church's subordinates, the commander of Agnese's Forces is the most suitable person to give the Queen's Fleet's Magic Formula an offensive expression. With her already captured by the Blue Dream Organization, there is only one possible explanation for the Magic Formula still reaching its complete form."
Aleister looked at Roland, his eyes as still as the surface of a deep lake.
"God's Right Seat has mobilized."
"As they are the Roman Orthodox Church's secret weapon, Academy City cannot be allowed to suffer large-scale destruction if the plan is to proceed."
"And the immature Imagine Breaker cannot yet deliver the decisive blow. If this matter does not interest you, I will activate the incomplete artificial angel."
Roland raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on his face.
"The Sisters' network... No wonder you