When Roland announced the selection of the commander, Christine instinctively stood up.
She was long accustomed to serving as Roland's military commander.
It had always been this way over the past few years.
Regardless of whether Roland was a Governor, Vice Emperor, or Prime Minister, regardless of whether the army size was only tens of thousands or as many as a million, Roland had always entrusted her with absolute trust.
A mere force of five thousand, if it weren't a specialized mobile unit full of skilled experts, she would even be somewhat reluctant to take it on.
She is now the Pope of the Divine Court of Light, equivalent to the level of the Emperor of the Empire.
Would any troop let her command? That would depend on her mood.
Words of humility reached her lips, but stopped abruptly as Roland uttered an unexpected name.
Christine stood there in a daze, her face turning crimson, as the holy marks hidden beneath her skin suddenly emitted a milky white glow.
