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

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

words, Joan's reaction was unexpected. Her gaze seemed a bit dim, it was completely unlike a woman who was supposedly

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,

Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most definitely not the God we grew

right now and he also knew that Joan wouldn't

that he was just using you? It's for no other reason

soul like Leonel. In that case, what do you think he

and sadness pervaded

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

teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men

her pain be repaid in the end?

gaze became firm

test. Then, I'll be laid to rest and

loyalty. The times others suffered due to the choices she made? That was simply the test

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, the kind

won't