Roland slowly approached the somewhat limp Jeanne d'Arc, inwardly marveling to himself.
Caren called it completely right; rather than using brute force to control her, sealing the other's power and using soft methods bit by bit to prompt the awakening of her girlish sensibility yielded a far better effect.
Within those previously resolute and icy pupils, only a hazy blur remained at present, rippling with a misty watery sheen.
She had sublimated her spirit with pure faith, yet neglected her physical body. As long as she was not a tool without a self like Solomon, even a Saint under such stimulation, even with an iron will, would inevitably compromise with instinct.
Given Jeanne d'Arc's current state, she was completely incapable of offering her usual resistance.
If Roland wished, he could easily succeed, but this degree of it was not enough to satisfy him.
As long as she escaped this state, that faith which even All the World's Evil could not shake would rescue Jeanne d'Arc from it, and within those pupils imbued with chaotic desires, a shred of lucidity would still manage to linger, expressing a vague resistance that proved Jeanne d'Arc had still not entirely surrendered.
"No..."
The Saint muttered to herself, using weak and powerless words to recount her final persistence; this posture was undoubtedly immensely endearing.
Roland, who was already somewhat stirred, could not help but halt his steps, allowing reason and desire to balance.
With Jeanne d'Arc's current appearance, as long as things continued naturally, the Saint would fall.
The slight resistance before him right now would also instantly shatter, and might even turn active.
Yet if he did that, it would render all his previous efforts completely wasted, and after everything ended, that door to the soul which Caren had pried open and pushed slightly