England Saga: The Golden Age of Piracy (1)

“Whew, I’m tired.”

The Holy Night Festival had been quite a grand affair.

In a place where countless people had gathered, the Saintesses prayed,

and the Heroes responded by holding up their holy relics and sparkling brightly.

Since it was a religious ceremony proving that the Goddess’s blessing still rested upon humanity, it had been held in a solemn atmosphere.

- ……?

- Why is that…… over there……?

If there had been one minor issue,

it was that countless people had watched me pull the holy relic from, well……

Roselline’s cleavage, but whatever...