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 —!"

act of blaspheming the Bishop, but a pair of rough lips had covered

if this person you follow is really God or not, but this is one thing that

dim, it was completely unlike

obviously it wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship. Whether it was backing or individual

you are a woman too shackled by responsibility and the imaginary. You realize just as I have that there is no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most definitely not the God we grew up worshiping. Since things

right now and he also knew that Joan wouldn't resist if he took her to bed now, he didn't want to touch her when her

despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's

soul like Leonel. In that case, what do you think he would

pervaded her gaze. However, no matter how she

her life. This was something ingrained in her from youth. It simply

was nothing but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was

her pain be repaid in

became firm

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

others suffered due to the choices she made? That

God she had known in her youth, maybe he really didn't exist. But, there was a new God before her now, and he was real and tangible. She had seen it

won't let you