Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

In front of him was King Granard Zain, who had a shining sword.

Célia looked nervous and held a crow's throat and swallowed cockroaches.

There are red flags of stabbing coming from the holy sword. I am more nervous than I was when I was at Brain Fortress against Raidor.

"King Granard....."

"Shit, you little girl of the Alsline Empire. You were working with Raidor. Was Raidor a traitor after all? The fox of my enemies and more will rust my sword!

"What is that sword? When I saw it, I didn't think it was a free sword."

Célia listened carefully to the other person's movements and asked.

In response to the question, Grannard hung up his lips without saying that he had been waiting.

"You'll see. Holy Sword! Just like you have... no, it's a king's sword that only the true king is allowed to have!

"Holy Sword... I can't believe there was a Holy Sword in this country other than Dar Inn Slave..."

"No, Seelia. That's not a holy sword."

Nemilia, who was standing behind her, snapped.

"That is the sword of the Witch of Light - the Magic Sword Brunak. Apparently, I was attracted to witches and became an apostle. Your husband's brother."

"Magic sword?

Célia tilted her neck without distracting herself from Granard. I never heard of such a thing.

"It's no wonder you don't know. It's been 300 years since the last catastrophe. The Magic Sword is a sword created by the Witch of Doom to confront the Holy Sword. Could it be called a weapon of war against the Holy Sword?"

"I can't believe it happened... even to Dad..."

Ceilia's father, Emperor Zacharius, was obsessed with the legendary monster "Six Witches of Doom", researching ruins and collecting old legends and books.

My father often told me about witches, but I never heard of the existence of magic swords.

"The Magic Sword is confused with the legacy of the Holy Sword. It's called" Magic Sword, "but some things don't take the form of a sword."

"I don't know, but this is a fake Holy Sword. That's all you need to know."

"Fake? Fake!?"

Granard, who was listening to the two conversations, distorted his face in anger.

"You fake my holy sword, my king!? Girls, stop fooling around!

"Haah!?"

Grannard flashes his sword. Suddenly, the rays emitted from the tip of the sword are thrown at Seelia.

If evasion were delayed for another moment, the rays would have opened a wind hole in the torso.

"Kh... this!

Célia's body bursts with lightning. The next moment, it appeared behind Granard.

I keep swinging my sword around Grannard's neck... but somebody beats me up and blows my thin body away.

Ha ha!

Seelia!

Namilia rushes to Seelia, who is blown away and rolls over the ground.

You have dull pain in your stomach and gingimbo. Apparently he was beaten in the stomach.

"Kh... what...?!"

"It's too late. You're going to miss it? Empire Swordsman"

While standing on top of Galeki, Grannard looks down at Seelia.

Namilia told him as she helped Célia fall to the ground.

"I can't. Now King Granard is blessed by the Witch of Light. It moves at the speed of light. You can't catch up with your eyes."

"The speed of light....?

"Yes, in a second you'll be able to cross the stars."

…………

Seelia clouds her eyes with confusion. I don't know what the speed of light means, and I don't know what the word "over the stars" means.

However, it was only understandable that Grannard now had more speed than Cecilia, who could move at lightning speed.

Célia once overwhelmed Raidor with speed, but she never fought an enemy faster than herself.

"... tell me, Namilia. How can we beat him?

"That's...."

"How long have you been talking? It's full of voids.

"Nh...!

Seelia and Namilia roll on the ground simultaneously. At the moment, a shining sword was swinging down to where they were.

"Ugh... you!

I was struck by lightning strikes from Klausolas, but by that time Granard was no longer there.

A slightly farther away, Granard appeared, and turned his face toward Seelia, tormenting Nitanita and the weak.

"It's too late. It's too late! Hahahaha! You're going to hold a real sword with all that power!

"Don't be ridiculous...!

Célia squeezes the crow as she distorts her expression in humiliation.

How can I fight such an enemy? The cold fear of stroking her spine distorted Seelia's straight expression.