Dimensional Descent

Joan smiled down at them from atop her horse. Since she wasn't using her own strength to move, it made it difficult for Leonel to get a reading on her stats. He almost felt that there was something in her smile that said she was doing it on purpose.

On the other hand, Leonel felt that he was reading into it too much. The moment he saw Joan, other than being stricken by her beauty, he instantly remembered the fact that he was meant to kill this woman eventually.

Leonel sighed inwardly. Maybe it was easier to paint her out as some evil mastermind now so he could more easily do what needed to be done in the future.

Quite frankly, Leonel was unsure how the 'Boss' of a Zone was decided. Were they always bad people? He wasn't certain of that. He only had one sample to pull his conclusion from.

However, if he purely used the reason why they entered Zones to draw his conclusion — to deal with instances of higher Dimensions touching their timeline before they should — then the logical answer was no. They weren't always bad people…

It was very possible that Joan's only crime was being ahead of her time, awakening abilities before she should have… In such a case, Leonel found he had taken a leap head first into yet another dilemma.

"Forgive me for not stepping down from my horse to greet you personally. I took an arrow to the thigh in my previous battle and am unable to walk under my own power currently."

Hearing these words, Leonel felt even worse about his previous thoughts. History did speak about Joan being injured on multiple occasions. The fact she came out to greet them and even swung up to sit on her horse in such a state made her more than worthy of praise.

It only made it more difficult now that he remembered that in this year, she was actually his age… She had recaptured Orleans at just 17 years old. By now, she was like 18.

no offense, Lady Joan. Please excuse my companion, she cannot speak. We've humbly

speak French? And please do not call me a Lady, I am no noble." Joan

a mute since her birth. Our

decided upon. Of course, he embellished a bit. Adding a hint of superstition common in this era. Of course, this story assumes that he and

easy to accept. Leonel had too many Hispanic features, while Aina herself was more northern European. However, Leonel knew that in

to fill in the

Joan paused for a moment, but seeing that Leonel

when your sister recovers, then. I am very interested by these abilities of yours, though.

was sure to answer without holding any hesitation in his voice. He wanted to appear as though he trusted Joan completely and had no reservations about telling her everything. "We only know that we are

gaze softened slightly

Leonel and Joan were ushered into Château Royal de Blois. Or, rather, they were led

layers, of which had their own walls for protection, usually offset so it

privilege for Leonel and Aina to come this far. But, it also seemed that they had to earn their keep very quickly, because not even a day later, a march toward Patay

to history, this will be Joan's final major victory. After this, King Charles will be crowned. She'll then fail to