A week later, amidst a collective farewell from numerous Sankta, Jeanne and Lemuen set out on their journey toward Chernobog.
However, the giant stone engraved with the Ten Commandments had already been transported away overnight on the second morning. They said that given their speed, they could completely manage to transport it to the Laterano capital, San Pietro, before the festival concluded. Upon hearing this news, some Sankta—regardless of their status—began rushing toward the capital, wanting to be the first to gaze upon the radiance of the holy relic and the traces left by God.
In truth, if it weren't for the fact that traveling back and forth would consume too much time, and because Jeanne was tied down by upcoming matters, they truly hoped that Jeanne, as the Saintess, could accompany them to the capital. However, everyone expressed their understanding of Jeanne's pursuit of her own goals and told her that no matter what Jeanne decided to do, Laterano would always be her strongest supporter!
Jeanne was quite moved; having a place that supported her like this was a truly wonderful feeling.
(Mysterious Voice: Am I not your backer? Why haven't I seen you this moved by me? Ahhh! I'm unhappy now!)
"Please rest assured; Laterano officials and a Knight Commander are already temporarily residing in Chernobog. If you have any needs there, feel free to mention them to them; they know your specific appearance."
Before their departure, several Archbishops came out specifically to see the Saintess off, informing Jeanne that the Laterano officials were already in place inside Chernobog. These officials were equipped with long-range communication devices; should the Saintess require armed support, she could contact them immediately, and they would set out at once to protect her safety.
"Thank you. I've been a bother to you all during my time here. When you return to the capital, please give my regards to the Pope! If I have enough time in the future, I will visit the capital to see the old gentleman."
Having bid farewell to everyone at the station, the two headed once again toward Chernobog on the Ursus border. Along the way, one could see that Lemuen was in high spirits, humming a song softly beside Jeanne.
"What's wrong? I've noticed you've been particularly happy these past few days. Don't hide it; tell me so I can be happy too."
Jeanne, who was driving, looked at Lemuen's face—where her eyebrows looked ready to fly off—and asked with a touch of curiosity.
Lemuen perked up at Jeanne's inquiry and began gesticulating wildly as she spoke of the good news she had received lately.
"Do you know! There is now a holiday because of your appearance, and we even get seven days off! Because of this, the achievements of Mr. Executor and myself in bringing you to the station will also be recorded in history..."
"I know, I know. You've been so excited about this that you haven't been able to sleep, and you've said it under your covers no less than ten times. I can almost recite what you want to say to everyone by heart."
Jeanne gave her a look of exasperation. She realized that while Lemuen was usually quiet and gentle, she would perform some unexpected actions once she encountered certain things.
Can you imagine this girl not sleeping at midnight, whispering about this matter to herself, even planning out her speech for the media? She even muttered about it in her sleep at night; Jeanne, who stayed up late, could hear these words clearly—and her writing style wasn't bad either!
However, what Jeanne admired most was that one night, this angel actually dreamed about reciting calculus formulas and solving high-level math problems in her sleep! She just didn't know if the answers were correct.
At that moment, Jeanne felt like "silencing" her; why was it that they learned math so easily? Why did she have to endure Talulah's eye-rolls because of that wretched subject? Even going to Kashchey was useless; the Black Snake taught her for a week, and in the end, Kashchey's entire "snake brain" crashed, yet she still hadn't learned it...
That day, Jeanne understood that some things truly cannot be forced. She really had no talent for mathematics; what she didn't know, she still didn't know.
"Eh, really? I actually talk in my sleep? How come I didn't feel it myself? When Little Exusiai was a child, she often told me there were weird sounds in my room at night. I didn't pay attention back then; I thought it was haunted..."
Lemuen gave an embarrassed smile. While scratching her head, she reminisced about living with her younger sister when they were children.
"Alright, don't get sidetracked. Hurry up and tell me what actually happened!"
"Ah, right! I almost forgot what we were talking about."
Lemuen slapped her forehead with an expression of sudden realization. It seemed she had been so focused on thinking about her sister's past that she forgot what the two of them were discussing.
"Let me tell you, they were incredibly generous this time! Not only did they give me the status of a nun to study by your side, but they also gave me the job of a guard to protect your safety, as well as a job as a liaison between you and Laterano..."
As Lemuen counted them off, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Jeanne's face. Good grief, these people really caught one angel and are shearing her for all she's worth. It looks like they won't stop until they've drained her battery dry!
"And these jobs are very easy; I can do them well even while slacking off. Combined with my previous status as a special envoy... they're going to give me four salaries for one person. Oh yeah!"
Good grief... four salaries for one person. No wonder she's so happy. I thought you were happy because of a heavy workload; I didn't expect it was because the pay was so enticing.
Recalling her own boss who had never once paid a salary, Jeanne suddenly admired Lemuen, who was so righteous about her slacking. At least the girl could hold multiple positions at once.
"And this time, to ensure my guard mission goes smoothly, they actually specially approved a rotary gun! You can't buy those with money! Generally, only members of the Knight Orders are qualified to use them..."
No wonder she was so excited; it turned out the higher-ups had given her a rotary gun. Jeanne had seen those things; they looked similar to a Gatling gun, but the fire rate and power of the bullets were far inferior to a Gatling.
Nevertheless, it was very rare. Even Sankta with firearm permits were not qualified to purchase rotary guns; such high-lethality weapons would never be sold to ordinary people. Yet now, they had specially approved one for Lemuen? It seemed the other side was truly investing a lot to protect Jeanne's safety.
Furthermore, Lemuen's hobby was collecting all sorts of firearms; all the money she earned from dangerous missions was thrown into her collection.
"Then congratulations are in order; your collection has gained another treasure."
Looking at the hyper-excited Lemuen, Jeanne felt that if the day came when the gun was actually in her hands, the girl would probably be going "rat-tat-tat" all day long.
"Ahaha, thanks! I don't have many other hobbies; aside from desserts, it's just guns. My parents both say I led my sister astray... Eh, we've arrived. That fast?"
The two had been talking so much they didn't notice the passage of time. Lemuen suddenly realized that a massive mobile city had appeared before them.
"Yes, we're here," Jeanne said seriously as she looked at Chernobog. If everything went well, this was the city that Reunion would obtain in the future.
"Hello, Chernobog. Nice to meet you; please treat me well."