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, but a pair of rough lips had covered her own, completely stifling

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

it was completely unlike a woman

it wasn't possible for him to force her into such a relationship. Whether

no God in this world. Or, at the very least, even if there is one, it is most

of responding, Jean released her. Though there were flames lighting his loins right now and he also knew

to stay by that Bishop's side all this time despite my being certain that he was just using you? It's for no other reason than that I

you've seen it for yourself. He has no qualms about tricking a kind soul like Leonel. In

A wisp of complexity and sadness pervaded her

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

but a teenage girl, yet she was leading groups of men in battle. How much burden was laid

was? Wouldn't her pain be repaid in

gaze became

will be the last. This is the last test. Then, I'll be laid to rest and enter the Heavenly

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

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

won't let you