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 —!"

scold him fiercely for his act of blaspheming the Bishop, but

follow is really God

was unexpected. Her gaze seemed a bit dim, it was completely unlike a woman who was supposedly in love. It was as

Joan's standing was clearly higher than Jean's, so obviously it wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship. Whether it was backing or individual strength, she left him behind by far. It could only be said that their relationship was almost impossible

even

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

know the reason I've allowed you to stay by that Bishop's side all this time despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's

about tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In that case,

Joan's expression. A wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her gaze. However, no matter how

ingrained in her from youth. It simply wasn't possible to separate herself

yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid upon her shoulders? No

repaid in the end?

gaze became firm once

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

had to go against her conscience? That was simply a test of her loyalty. The times others suffered due to the choices she made? That was simply

was a new God before her now, and he was real and

won't