"Hmm... Tell me the full ranking."
Mirabella's tone was entirely clinical, her mind shifting from the shock of the power disparity to the practical reality of climbing it. If the Third World operated on a different scale, she needed the exact blueprint of its foundation.
Luigi nodded, but instead of speaking, she shifted her posture, remaining on her knees as she moved her gaze around the opulent, softly lit room.
"What are you searching for?" Mirabella asked with a slight frown, annoyed by the delay.
"A pen and paper." Luigi answered respectfully. The angel knew that ranks and numerical thresholds were better visualized than merely spoken, especially when the scale was this massive.
"On that table." Mirabella pointed at the polished, runic-wood dressing table near the far wall.
