The newcomer was a blonde girl with delicate features, clad in silver-white light armor.
Upon entering, she looked surprised.
Why hadn't she ever seen this man in the Trouble Group?
"Are you… Jeanne?"
The moment Rosen caught sight of the girl, he dredged the matching identity from his memory.
Jeanne.
More precisely, the Saintess descendant who inherited the Soul of her forebear Jeanne d'Arc.
Once a Church Saintess, she'd grown weary of an uneventful life and left the Church—joining the Hero Faction.
And under Cao Cao's directive, the Hero Faction had entered the Trouble Group.
"How do you know my name? Am I already famous, little brother?"
A faint smile touched Jeanne's lips.
Partly because Rosen had spoken her name, partly because his looks were stunning—right in her strike zone.
Of course, Jeanne wasn't the type to lose her head over a few words.
Clear signs of combat lingered in the room.
The air still shimmered with residual mana; she remembered that a descendant of the Old Demon King Faction had entered before her.
Yet she had never once laid eyes on this man.
"Little brother?"
Rosen's expression turned odd at the nickname.
No woman had ever called him that before.
"Do I really look that young?"
"Judging by appearance, Master, you do look like a high-schooler."
The Bible Loligoddess spoke bluntly.
"And in actual age you're still quite young—at least two years younger than Jeanne."
"Who are you talking to? Lu Qi Yi Ba—Si Ba?"
Seeing Rosen mutter to himself, Jeanne grew warier.
Was something wrong with his head?
What a pity; he was so handsome.
"She used to be your boss. Since you're a Saintess, leave the Hero Faction before I make a move against you."
Rosen smiled lightly.
"My former boss?"
Jeanne had no idea what he meant.
She wasn't some 9-to-9 grind-cattle; how could she have a boss?
"You—"
Before she could finish, a voice rang directly in the Saintess's mind.
"If you're still a Saintess, you'll guess who I am. Think over what I just said."
The sudden intrusion snapped Jeanne to full alert.
Yet the instant the words ended, realization struck and her body froze.
She carried the true Soul of Saintess Jeanne; generations of her family had served as Church Saintesses, and she had lived among clergy since childhood—sensitive to anything divine.
So when Rosen's voice echoed in her mind, her first thought wasn't intrusion but that the tone was ethereal, holy, calm—and carried supreme authority.
In a flash, a terrifying guess surfaced in her head.
Could this man be… God?
An ordinary person might sense his extraordinariness but not the truth so quickly.
Jeanne, however, was no ordinary person; the reverence within her Soul far surpassed anyone else's.
It had been faith in God that sustained her through her imprisonment.
A dreadful yet undeniable idea took root in her mind.
The harder she tried to disprove it, the more certain she became.
The owner of that voice was none other than the Supreme Lord.
The instant she accepted it, strength drained from her limbs and she slumped to the floor like mud.
Though a Saintess, Jeanne had betrayed the Church for selfish desire, joined the Hero Faction, and alongside stray devils, stray Fallen Angels, stray exorcists—every world-hating existence—entered the Trouble Group.
Each deed was a stain upon the title "Saintess."
In the past she had shrugged off her errors.
As a Saintess she had never seen God; even after prayers went unanswered, she had pressed on.
Thus she had resolutely become a Hero Faction member.
Never had she imagined that, upon arriving at Trouble Group headquarters, she would come face-to-face with the very deity she'd stopped believing in.
Worse, she had unwittingly called Him "little brother."
At the memory, Jeanne felt an urge to end her life on the spot.
A Saintess who'd called God "little brother"—and at first sight had even wanted to cradle Him in her arms.
Now the sky itself seemed to collapse upon her.
Hero Faction, Trouble Group—nothing mattered anymore.
Like a naughty child caught red-handed, she scrambled for a way to talk herself out of it.
But when she looked up again, the deity was gone.
Only a voice lingered in her mind.
That majestic tone told her: once she had turned from her wicked ways, she would find Him in Komou Town.
For Rosen, meeting Jeanne was nothing more than a minor interlude.
Seeing that she had the potential to become one of his Familia, Rosen naturally had no reason to turn her away.
As for what Jeanne would do next, Rosen didn't need to guess.
As long as she remained the Saintess Jeanne, she would eventually leave the Trouble Group and rejoin the Church.
"Alas, I never imagined that so much would happen while I was gone—even a believer like Jeanne has left me."
The Bible Loligoddess sighed with emotion.
Without her, the Heavenly Realm's influence had grown ever thinner.
Had she awakened a few centuries later, Christianity itself might have become a roadside cur.
"Human life is fleeting; to you it may be an instant, but decades have passed in the human world—change is only natural."
Rosen spoke, then dropped the subject.
Tracking down Li Zevim through normal means would be hard, but he suddenly thought of a plan with a ninety-percent success rate…