Making Our Position Clear

Kars-san, whom I had declared unfit for military service, was so furious he looked ready to grab me.

It was only natural for him to be enraged after being spoken to that way by a mere girl young enough to be his granddaughter.

Though I kept my expression cold as I watched the enraged Kars-san, my heart was aching.

I had not wanted to wound his pride this badly. But if he led an army and failed, the damage would not be limited to him.

I had said some harsh things, but I could not let him do as he pleased any longer.

Kars-san's face was so fierce it looked as though he might bite through his lower lip, yet he was unable to say another word.

Then, in place of the speechless Kars-san, Priest Gilman pointed at me and shouted.

"Romelia von Graham! You infidel!"

Priest Gilman tried to pass judgment on me as though he were a judge.

"In this time of national crisis, what good is squabbling over credit? Will you not join forces under the name of the Church?"...