Dimensional Descent

"Sister, what's going on?"

Hours later, when the moon was high in the sky and darkness had enveloped the land, Jean was the only one left in Joan's tent.

"What do you mean by that. Jean?"

"Don't lie to me, sister. Why did Leonel say that the Archbishop had given him a mission?"

When Joan heard Jean emphasize the word Archbishop, her pupils constricted. That was right, Leonel had said Archbishop, but all of the commanders beneath her command referred to him as the Bishop. It was an incredibly small detail, but it was a detail someone as intelligent as Jean would never let slip by.

Did this Leonel do it on purpose? There were others just as intelligent as Jean under her command, it's just that only Jean was close enough to her that he would confront her like this. Or rather, it could be said that their relationship…

Jean's arm wrapped firmly around Joan's slender waist, holding her tightly to his body.

"Jean." Joan said somewhat furiously, her glare seeming to hold an indescribable power behind them.

"I thought our relationship was better than this." Jean said with narrowed eyes, meeting her fierce gaze. "Do you think I'm a fool? What death mission did that bastard send Leonel on?"

"Jean! Watch your mouth —!"

was about to scold him fiercely for his act of blaspheming the Bishop, but a pair of rough lips

this person you follow is really God or not,

words, Joan's reaction was unexpected. Her gaze seemed a bit dim, it was completely unlike a woman who

situation was simply too odd. Joan's standing was clearly higher than Jean's, so obviously it wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship.

least, even if there is one, it is most definitely not the God we grew up worshiping. Since things have reached such a level, why do you still allow yourself

loins right now and he also knew that

all this time despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's for no other reason

no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In that case, what do you

sadness pervaded her gaze. However, no matter how she

her life. This was something ingrained in her from youth. It simply wasn't possible to separate

teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid upon her shoulders?

be repaid in the end? This was nothing more than a test of

became firm once

be the last. This is the last test. Then, I'll be laid to

conscience? That was simply a test of her loyalty. The times others suffered

didn't exist. But, there was a new God before her now, and he was real and tangible. She had

won't