Although Kal'tsit harbored a healthy amount of interest regarding Jeanne and this so-called Infinite Love Mutual Aid Society, she didn't immediately press Jeanne for details. Instead, she merely sat there in silence, watching the girl take deep breaths to slowly stabilize her emotional state.
By this point, Jeanne was nowhere near as hyper-reactive as she had been initially. Perhaps it was because her brain had spent so much consecutive time analyzing the situation that she had subtly acclimated to the name, or perhaps she simply couldn't bear to force that elderly gentleman to scramble around on her behalf over a trivial branding issue.
Jeanne was entirely confident that the Pope wouldn't actively lie to her about these matters; since he explicitly stated that initiating a structural name change protocol was troublesome, it meant it was far from a standard logistical chore. This was a Laterano-grade administrative headache!
Jeanne naturally possessed a vivid understanding of exactly how mind-bogglingly convoluted the paperwork required for Laterano's internal operations could be. The sheer volume of bureaucratic red tape was enough to make her head expand by two full sizes from cognitive exhaustion!
Evaluating the circumstances, it was vastly superior to refrain from burdening the old man over her personal aesthetics. Even though Jeanne suspected the Pope would simply delegate the administrative suffering to a random lower-tier executive anyway, she figured she might as well spare those poor, overworked clerks from another mountain of sudden labor!
After all, her sudden tactical deployment to Kazdel had undoubtedly thrown their intelligence and logistics branches into complete disarray, burying them in massive quantities of emergency work. It was far wiser to wait until a proper, relaxed window presented itself down the line, at which point she could have an amicable, thorough negotiation with the administrative proxy the Pope had designated to manage her affairs.
Furthermore, as the nominal supreme director who had merely tossed the conceptual blueprints of this entire global initiative onto their laps before immediately sprinting away, she felt a distinct wave of sheepishness. Forcing them to rewrite a corporate name that had already secured unanimous, enthusiastic approval across the executive board felt fundamentally inappropriate.
Besides, according to the feedback she gathered from the Pope, the operational execution teams genuinely and passionately adored the title Infinite Love Mutual Aid Society. If it brought them that much joy, she might as well let them revel in it; at the end of the day, she was merely the one suffering from a localized lack of aesthetic compatibility.
Following a grueling internal debate that raged across her consciousness for an extended duration, Jeanne finally managed to convince her heart that the name wasn't entirely terrible. If she didn't settle on this, who knew what kind of spectacularly unhinged title those creative Sankta might have engineered in its place?
"By the way, Kal'tsit, do you happen to possess a few inquiries you wish to direct my way? If there is something swirling in your mind, you can simply voice it openly. Keeping your eyes locked onto my person in absolute silence like this is making me a bit uncomfortable."
The moment Jeanne's consciousness fully snapped back to reality, she caught Kal'tsit lounging nearby, systematically conducting a quiet, analytical observation of her profile. Evaluating the doctor's laser-focused demeanor, Jeanne maintained highly justified suspicions that Kal'tsit was desperate to fish for intelligence, holding her tongue purely to avoid disrupting her train of thought.
Having noted that her covert surveillance protocol had been definitively compromised by Jeanne's sharp perception, Kal'tsit offered zero elaborate justifications. She merely shifted her posture and inquired with characteristic calmness:
"I simply wish to acquire a comprehensive breakdown regarding the exact operational parameters of this Infinite Love Mutual Aid Society. After all, given the reality that Babel's commercial logistics are now routed through a subsidiary firm directly beneath their corporate umbrella, I must establish a precise understanding of exactly what their underlying agenda represents."
She was merely uncertain regarding the exact depth of Jeanne's personal involvement, and whether the structural blueprints of this enterprise qualified as a supreme, classified state secret of Laterano.
The moment Kal'tsit voiced the title of the organization, a localized trace of a bitter smile manifested across Jeanne's features. She let out a thoroughly helpless sigh before breaking down the situation for the doctor:
"It isn't a classified state secret by any stretch of the imagination. The initial conceptual blueprint for that organization was actively pitched by my own suggestion. Furthermore, the financial capital driving its global machinery consists entirely of my own personal wealth; it is a purely altruistic enterprise established for the sole purpose of extending aid to those across this continent who desperately require it."
Jeanne deliberately omitted the reality that she retained absolute, supreme director privileges over the infrastructure, choosing instead to frame herself merely as the foundational catalyst who proposed the idea. As long as the organization's operational vector didn't deviate down a corrupted path, she harbored zero intention of manually interfering with their day-to-day deployments.
After all, breathing life into the initiative had merely been a spontaneous spark of inspiration on her part; the actual structural architecture, tactical execution methodologies, and macro-strategic frameworks were almost entirely engineered and finalized by Laterano's administrative apparatus on her behalf. Had she attempted to navigate the staggering logistics of a global entity of that scale entirely on her own, she likely would have collapsed from sheer operational incompetence.
Yet, even though Jeanne downplayed her executive authority, Kal'tsit's hyper-analytical intellect easily deciphered the authentic power dynamic at play from the nuances of her statement. For an entire transnational apparatus to manifest off a single, off-hand recommendation from her lips, whose voice on this earth could possibly carry greater structural leverage than her own?
"Where on earth did you manage to secure a volume of liquid capital of that magnitude? To successfully bankroll an enterprise whose active network spans the major nations of Terra requires a financial reservoir that is anything but minor!"
Kal'tsit's mind immediately isolated the glaring mathematical discrepancy within the equation—namely, the sheer physical impossibility of Jeanne possessing an absolute mountain of ready cash required to sustain such a sprawling machine. It was structurally inconceivable for Laterano to foot the entire bill; the Holy Maiden simply wasn't the type of individual to leech off a state treasury for personal vanity projects.
As for Jeanne's claim that she was personally financing the operation? Kal'tsit was entirely incapable of conceptualizing where a child of her background could have suddenly manifested a river of liquid tender of that caliber. A financial reserve of that scale, if transferred to Babel's accounts, would likely be entirely sufficient to sustain their total global operations for a full calendar year—including the staggering military expenses incurred from their ongoing warfare against Theresis!
Furthermore, a humanitarian crusade of this nature offered a literal zero percent return on investment, demanding a continuous, long-term infusion of colossal capital. Did Jeanne literally spend twenty-four hours a day marinating herself inside a localized reservoir to mass-manufacture holy water for corporate auction?
Noting the profound skepticism clouding Kal'tsit's expression, Jeanne let out another soft sigh and detailed the financial breakdown: "Laterano has been actively commercializing a multitude of merchandise directly associated with my personal image, and it appears the general populace's purchasing desire is... exceptionally ravenous. Coupled with the recurring revenue streams generated by the holy water distribution, the incoming capital is more than sufficient to keep the machine running smoothly."
Jeanne herself maintained a posture of absolute indifference regarding personal wealth. Whether it was the high-premium holy water commerce or the staggering global sales of her official merchandise lines, the incoming revenue had recently scaled to such an astronomical degree that the sheer numbers could easily cause a regular individual to hyperventilate, requiring a physical slap to the face to restore cognitive awareness.
Yet, Jeanne had merely retained an incredibly minuscule fraction of the profits for her own subsistence. The absolute entirety of the surplus was channeled directly to the Pope, leveraging Laterano's banking infrastructure to feed this global charity machine—which could realistically be described as an absolute, money-devouring behemoth. She had even maintained a fiercely resolute posture, explicitly rejecting the Pope's repeated diplomatic attempts to infuse Laterano's state funds into her project.
As for her personal financial reservoir? She had merely set aside a few hundred thousand LMD to serve as a baseline emergency fund—just enough to guarantee that if she found herself stranded in an unmapped sector, she wouldn't actively starve to death. Leaving any sum beyond that resting idly in her pockets felt entirely useless.
After all, Jeanne's personal lifestyle was defined by a level of simplicity that demanded zero high-expense luxuries. Aside from the standard, modest baseline required to procure daily sustenance, her life featured literally zero avenues that necessitated financial expenditure.
She was even entirely capable of manually tailoring her own wardrobe from scratch! This modest reserve of a few hundred thousand LMD was structurally sufficient to carry her comfortably into her next lifetime, with a substantial surplus to spare.
In truth, had the execution teams not adamantly refused to accept the absolute entirety of her funds out of profound anxiety that she would compromise her own quality of life, Jeanne would have likely surrendered those last few hundred thousand LMD to the corporate treasury without a single moment of hesitation!
Listening to Jeanne's casual financial breakdown, Kal'tsit's memory instantly drifted back to the peculiar, highly detailed miniature figurines Outcast had been proudly showcasing on a past occasion. She had certainly never anticipated that those precise, minor novelty items could successfully aggregate such a staggering, unmitigated ocean of wealth across the global market.
It wasn't that Kal'tsit lacked the intellectual capacity to comprehend economic scaling, but a phenomenon of this specific nature genuinely shattered standard sociological expectations. What individual on the historical record could possibly boast an official monument line that commanded that degree of commercial leverage?
Only the absolute, unadulterated devotion and fiercely pious faith the Sankta demographic maintained toward their Holy Maiden could ever drive a population to execute such astonishing, market-defying behavior.
What caught Kal'tsit even further off guard was the sheer, breathtaking magnanimity Jeanne exhibited by voluntarily sinking a financial empire into an enterprise that offered zero tangible returns. A baseline of pure altruism on that scale was something the absolute majority of sentient life could never hope to replicate!
At this precise moment, Kal'tsit felt as though she finally achieved a comprehensive, crystalline understanding of exactly why Laterano's supreme religious hierarchy universally revered this child as their singular Holy Maiden. It wasn't merely due to her harboring the explicit, miraculous favor of the divine; rather, it was driven by the absolute reality of her pure, unadulterated, and completely spotless kindness.
"You… have truly executed an initiative that entirely transcends the boundaries of standard human comprehension." After a prolonged period of absolute silence, Kal'tsit spoke, her gaze locking onto Jeanne with a profound mixture of unvarnished admiration and deep, intellectual respect.
If this fractured, bleeding continent possessed even a fraction more of her kind, then the geopolitical landscape would inevitably manifest the exact scenery that every well-meaning soul has spent centuries praying to witness, Kal'tsit mused silently to herself. Had any other standard individual attempted to orchestrate a venture that bordered so heavily on objective financial foolishness, Kal'tsit would have likely viewed the projection with immense skepticism, moving to aggressively warn them of the catastrophic structural hurdles awaiting their failure.
But standing before Jeanne, Kal'tsit harbored zero desire to voice such cynical, dampening realities. She could clearly sense a unique, almost miraculous undercurrent of energy radiating around the Holy Maiden—a profound force capable of systematically bending the grim reality of the world to align with the idealized future she desired to forge.
"Transcending comprehension? Personally, I don't perceive it as anything particularly extraordinary. It's merely that historically, perhaps no one possessed the specific luxury to approach the crisis from this particular angle. I am entirely confident that in the days to come, there will inevitably be others who step forward to execute identical initiatives."
From her foundational perspective, there was genuinely nothing within her actions that warranted global astonishment.
If simply mobilizing the absolute maximum of one's personal capability to perform a basic duty was considered a staggering miracle, Jeanne didn't view that reality as a source of personal celebration. Rather, it served as a sobering reminder that the baseline existence this continent forced upon ordinary individuals was simply far, far too unforgiving.
Remaining firmly anchored in her self-identity as a thoroughly ordinary person, Jeanne quietly watched the campfire dance in the night.