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 —!"

about to scold him fiercely for his act of blaspheming the Bishop,

I don't know if this person you follow is really God or not, but this is one

Joan's reaction 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 to her

too odd. Joan's standing 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 by far. It could only be said that their relationship was almost

no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most definitely not the

still seemed to have no intention of 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 when her eyes were

that he was just using you? It's for no other reason than that I wanted you to see it for yourself. Would you have

tricking a kind soul like

wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her gaze.

something ingrained in her from youth. It simply wasn't possible

leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid upon her shoulders?

wasn't that what faith was? Wouldn't her pain be repaid in the

gaze became firm

Then,

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

before her now, and he was real and tangible. She had seen it

won't let you