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 —!"

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

my woman. I don't know if this person you follow is really God or

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

clearly higher than Jean's, so obviously it wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship. Whether it

that there is no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most

he also knew that Joan wouldn't resist if

that Bishop's side all this time despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's for no other reason than that

tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In that case, what do

a change in 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 from

a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of

that what faith was? Wouldn't her pain be repaid in the end? This was nothing more than

became firm once

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

her conscience? That was simply a test of her loyalty. The times others suffered due to the choices she made? That was simply the test of their loyalty. The world was that simple

was real and tangible. She had seen it with her

I won't let you