"-Gentlemen, I love war!"
Roland stood up from behind his desk, his face alight with fervor.
Under the influence of Magnetic Field Power, his magnetic voice slowly spread, every word crystal clear.
Because the quality and scale of his soul were almost a dimension apart from those of the present world, his voice also carried the power to sway hearts.
To mobilize the public opinion and hatred of two billion believers, the Roman Orthodox Church had specifically activated a large-scale Spirit Garment in the Pope's name, but if Roland wished, a single publicly broadcast speech could achieve the same effect, or even surpass it.
For the girls who had long since had intimate contact with Roland, this emotional influence was merely better than nothing.
"So next, do we reject the world leaders' objections to this war and start preparing a declaration of war?"
Misaki Shokuhou summed things up somewhat languidly, resting her heavy breasts on the desk to make herself more comfortable.
Although he had given his conclusion without any explanation, no one would have questioned Roland's decision anyway.
The girls who had been seriously arguing earlier all calmly accepted this objective.
But that was only natural.
After all, Roland did not possess this central authority because he was the leader of the Blue Dream Company.
Rather, it was his presence that made the girls willing to devote their strength to the Blue Dream Company.
After attending several executive meetings, Kanzaki Kaori had mercilessly remarked that the Blue Dream Company resembled a fanatical religion more than a structured organization.
Especially as time passed, Roland had proven his power again and again, changing many seemingly unshakable tragedies.
From Espers to Saints, from Alchemy Masters to Divine Children, from Academy City to the Roman Orthodox Church.
Before such absolute authority, backed by