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

this person you follow is really God or not, but this is

unexpected. Her gaze seemed a bit dim, it was completely unlike a

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

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

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

He has no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel.

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 find

of her life. This was something ingrained in her from youth. It simply wasn't possible to

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

in the end? This was nothing more than a test of

gaze became

last. This is the last test. Then, I'll be

her loyalty. The times others suffered due to the choices she made? That was simply the test of their loyalty. The world was that

her now, and he was

I won't