The Martial Unity

"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 —!"

his act of blaspheming the Bishop, but a pair of rough lips had covered her own, completely

you follow is really God or not, but

bit dim, it was completely unlike a woman who was supposedly in love. It was as though she

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

is no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even

he also knew that Joan wouldn't resist if he took her to bed

time despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's for no other reason than that I wanted you to see it for

now you've seen it for yourself. He has no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel.

a change in Joan's expression. A wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her gaze. However,

her from youth. It simply wasn't possible to separate herself from that lofty

suffered in her life? She was nothing but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much

be repaid in the end? This was nothing more

gaze became firm once

Then, I'll be

loyalty. The times others suffered due

didn't exist. But, there was a new God before her now, and he was real and tangible. She had seen it with her own eyes, the kind of

I won't