Sun-young dropped to one knee. What weighed her down were her very muscles. She wasn't drained, she was…empty.
"Hm. I suppose we will have to work on your stamina." The smile on the Marshal did not leave her. "An easy fix."
"Who…" Sun-young gulped for air. "...who said I'm joining you?"
This time, the Marshal reacted, her smile disappearing from her. "I am a Marshal. I can feel the holiness of an individual—whether the Lord has blessed them with faith."
"My grandparents were. I am..." Sun-young hesitated. "too, I suppose. But…I am not joining the Templar Order."
Marshal Margaret stared down at her, puzzled. Then it dawned on her. "Your friends." She shook her head. "I don't blame you, they weren't bad at all. Especially your leader, Kazi. It is a shame that he is Muslim."
"How would you know that?"
"I told you, I just know. I can feel it."
