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 —!"

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

follow is really God or not, but this is one thing that I most

was completely unlike a woman who was supposedly in love. It was as though she was resigned to

him to force her into such a relationship. Whether it was backing or individual strength, she left

You realize just as I have that there is no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most definitely not the God we grew up worshiping. Since things have reached such a level, why do you still allow yourself to be

his loins right now and he also knew that Joan wouldn't resist if he took her

you 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?

no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In that case, what do

A wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her gaze. However, no matter how she searched, she really couldn't find

her life. This was something ingrained in her from

nothing but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid

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

gaze became

is the last test. Then, I'll be laid to rest and enter

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 the test of their loyalty. The

was real and

I won't let