"Who is that..."
Beside him, Kleia's expression grew more and more solemn. He gazed at the figures on the foredeck of the ship, particularly the woman lounging in a high-backed chair, her cheek resting in her hand.
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be—the Judgement Saintess, Celestia Edas!"
"It's her..."
A look of dawning realization crossed Menor's face. 'It *is* her!'
He vaguely remembered the war thirty years ago on the Southern Continent, the Dawn Church's crusade against the heretics.
At the time, he had just joined the Eternal Life Association as a mere fifteen-year-old boy. But the image of the Judgement Saintess in that battle remained seared into his memory for nearly twenty years, right up until... Ales...
"What do we do now? From the looks of that ship, they're planning to ram us straight into the Deep Sea to feed the fish."
"We're leaving!"
It took Menor only a second to make his decision. He glanced at the terrified pirates and shook his head.
