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 —!"

the Bishop, but a pair of rough lips had covered

are my woman. I don't know if this person you follow is really God or not, but this is one thing that I most definitely do

bit dim, it was completely unlike a woman

such a relationship. Whether it

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

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

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

yourself. He has no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In that case, what do you think he would be willing to do to

was finally a change in Joan's expression. A wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her gaze. However, no matter how she searched, she really couldn't

of her life. This was something ingrained in her

She was nothing but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid upon her shoulders? No one really knew but

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

became firm

test. Then, I'll be

The times others suffered due to the choices she

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

I won't let