"Lady Jeanne, you truly are candid."
"Sir, there's nothing shameful about it, is there?"
It could be seen that although they both belonged to the Holy Church, Jeanne and Urding's ways of doing things were completely at opposite extremes.
No wonder in the description, the Guard Knight inheriting the name "Rahel" would give such an evaluation of her—completely different from the historical "Saintess".
"Indeed."
"Alright, I've finished reading. To be honest, the skill level of these knights all pass muster. They're far superior to those rural knights that Crown Prince Charles once employed; if equipped with carbines, the winged cavalry could perform even better in secular battles."
"How do they compare with your Holy Church Knight Order?"
Jeanne rolled her eyes: "It's not comparable. The enemies we deal with aren't humans, and our Holy Church Knight Order only has about three hundred formal knights. Looking from the perspective of rarity, we're obviously more formidable!"
