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 rough lips had covered

person you follow is really

a bit dim, it was completely unlike a

wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship. Whether it was backing or individual strength, she left him behind by far. It could only be said that their relationship was almost impossible to

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

responding, Jean released her. Though there were flames lighting his loins right now and he also knew that Joan wouldn't resist if he took her to bed now, he didn't want to touch her

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

seen it for yourself. He has no qualms about tricking a kind soul like

wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her

life. This was something ingrained in her from youth. It simply wasn't possible to separate herself from that lofty

her life? She was nothing but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups

repaid in

gaze became firm

This is the last test. Then,

suffered

youth, maybe he really 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 power he wielded,

I won't let