The Martial Unity

Leonel lost his concept of time. The sun likely rose and set at least twice, maybe three times? He wasn't sure.

He didn't know where he pulled the strength from.

The truth was that kind of time didn't pass. Even if Leonel himself was surpassing the limits of a human, fighting for three days without rest was beyond him. Even when he stayed awake for that long in the Mayan temple, most of the time was spent sneaking around and avoiding large groups of Spaniards.

Still, his illusion of the sun rising and setting wasn't completely off. By the time Leonel slowly dragged his beaten and ragged body out, his spear in one hand, Aina in the other, the high sun had set and the hints of dawn had begun to creep up.

Leonel's spear and Aina's battle ax dragged along the ground, leaving deep marks in the dry land. He had no idea how Aina managed to hang onto that massive thing while cuddling up like a kitten, but the reality was right before him.

"… How'd I end up liking such a crazy woman…"

Leonel looked down at Aina who had her head buried in his chest. Her right arm was pinned against his body, but her left dragged the ax at an awkward angle. Leonel was worried that her frail arm would snap, but she struggled too strongly every time he tried to adjust her.

On the bright side, Aina's temperature had steadily decreased. At least she wasn't scolding to the touch anymore.

Leonel looked up to find General Franck standing before him with a look of fear in his eyes. It seemed he hadn't dared to retreat without Leonel's input.

"… They won't be attacking again…" Leonel started in a voice so raspy he hardly recognized it as his own. "… We can head to Orleans in 48 hours. I need to rest. Don't disturb me."

profusely and even

tent. "Send two or three of your comfort

questions in his mind. In fact, he even led two of his favorites over and sent them into the tent without the

less desired comfort women, these two seemed to have just stepped out of a salon. Their clothes were simple and cheap, but clean. In addition, their beauty was

saw the rippling definition in Leonel's bare back, their blush deepened. They seemed not to notice the dirt, grime and blood that covered him. They were used to dealing with the poor hygiene

here." Leonel turned back and nodded. "Please help her clean up and lay her

the confused gazes of the two women

about it. Have you ever heard a man of God asking for a whore so openly? Maybe they really are the

They shivered in fear, thinking that they'd be punished. But Leonel simply stood there, his arms crossed and his breathing even. He

he felt better than he had in a long

people than he had even in

of morality before him. Whether he deserved to be on a battlefield of mortals even when he was effectively a god amongst them, whether his reasons for killing them were better

to his youth, Leonel had a very youthful answer

relative, too many outcomes were ultimately unknown.

day where someone wanted revenge

of time, the

mistress has been cleaned and is now resting, young

a tub of water to warm under a fire for you, young noble. We hope our

are very lucky, young noble." The women said with a

thanks, not knowing what the two of them meant by that, as the two comfort