The Martial Unity

[Bonus chapter for 300 powerstones. Next at 400]

Maps, especially during the middle ages, were incredibly expensive. Even a simple map would be worth hundreds of gold coins. Obviously, despite having been here for a long while, neither Aina nor Leonel had such funds.

If they didn't have a map, they would have no choice but to follow Joan's army from a distance. But if they did this, then the advantage they had in movement speed would be nullified and they'd lose their chance to prepare in advance. If this happened, their chances at changing history and capturing Paris would end in failure.

Leonel almost slapped his forehead. How could he forget something so important.

After frowning for a moment, memories gradually surfaced in his mind.

During his studies, since he had chosen French, he had of course seen many historic maps. It was just that the maps in these textbooks were incredibly crude and simple and would at most point him in a general direction.

After a while, Leonel shook his head. This wasn't good enough. A single mistake could throw them hundreds of miles off course.

"We're going to need to raid the military camp." Leonel suddenly said.

Aina nodded seriously. This really was the only choice.

There were probably cartographers in such a large base, but did they have the time to find out where they were? And even if they did find them, they would be within the city walls, something that would put them at a great disadvantage.

At the very least, the military camp definitely had what they were looking for. In addition, if they were found out, it would be comparatively easier to leave the military camp as opposed to a fortified castle.

ax behind

"Let's do

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where are Leo and Aina? We'll be setting off tomorrow morning and our chances at victory will be much better

so obviously they weren't in the mood to smile. As a result, while the nobles were off drinking and eating,

a complex emotion flashed in Joan's eyes, but she quickly hid

been taken in by the Bishop. Their role is different from

expressions appeared on all those in the

him was by proxy of their big sister. So, not only were the surprised,

abiltiies like Joan, Leonel or Aina. They had expected this result

there a need to feel sad? The disciples of the Apostles never met Jesus, but did they mope around like you few? Keep your heads

big sister." Michael pouted like a child. "But

However, there

moment, Aina's massive ax was leaning on a wooden weapon rack at a corner of the military tent. But, this wasn't the most important point. The key here was that Joan had moved it from Leonel's tent to place it here. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with this action. After all, they would be heading out soon and Aina wasn't

as Joan was about to try and dispel the awkward atmosphere, a voice suddenly came from the tent's

Miss Joan? Can I

voice was actually Leonel's. What was going

in, come in! We were

the few of them having a meeting around a table. Since it was late, the space was illuminated by numerous candles. But, despite the fact it was a military tent, it carried a delicate fragrance that made it obvious a