Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"... what?"

Whose mouth did the careless voice leak from?

Too young. No, most of the aristocrats who were there suddenly watched the prime minister at his age, who could be said to be young.

Those who had not changed their expressions were those who had heard the story beforehand.He was only a close associate who had served Leidor since before he became a Regent.

Around the hardened aristocracy, Raydol leads Sven to the throne with warm words.

"Sven, my predecessor, Sir Marcel, was a good man.I don't think it will be easy to succeed him with heavy responsibilities.But... I'm sure you will meet my expectations. I asked for it! "

"It's a waste of words for me.Lord Raydol, this Sven Arbeil will serve Lord Raydol with his life at stake! "

"Please wait!"

An impatient and upsetting voice is heard by the master and subordinate who are talking in a comfortable manner.

The man who stood up in a hurry was Crowley Rhodes, who did not suspect himself of being the next prime minister.

"Why is such a boy the next prime minister!? Is there anything else?"

"Huh? You say weird things."

Raidor looks coldly at Rhodes with a pale expression.

"Sven is the rightful son of the Earl of Arbeil.There is no problem with the family. And - House Arbeil was a loyalist who fought the Empire without surrendering to the end.Would it be natural to reward that loyalty? "

"That's why... it's unprecedented to make such a boy prime minister for as many things as possible!?"

"This is the first time anything has happened.I have no doubt about Sven's loyalty or excellence.I have sufficient abilities and trust.What else do you need? "

"Well, that's...."

"And... the Marquis of Rhodes. I didn't tell you to stand up, did I?I'm not even allowed to say anything.With whose permission are you talking to me? "

"Nh...!"

Rhodes distorted his face a lot as he was blamed for his rudeness.He knelt on the floor in a hurry and hung his neck.

"Thank you for your rudeness....!"

"Fufu... well, that's fine. I forgive you."

"... thank you for your generous words."

Rhodes thanked him for squeezing out, but his shoulders trembled little by little.

Are you angry that you have been blamed for your disrespect and humiliated in front of a large number of nobles?Or are you afraid of buying Raidor's discomfort?

Raydol was staring at the top of Rhodes' head with the scissors on it for a while, but he quickly turned his gaze to the other nobles.

"Is there anyone else who is opposed to Sven's appointment as Prime Minister?Allow me to speak and stand.If you have any objections, say so here.I can't accept you complaining later. "

When Raydol raised his voice, the nobles looked at each other confused.

Eventually... some of the nobles who were kneeling stood up bumpy.

"I disagree."

"Yes, anything is too young."

"We still have to be more skilled to be prime ministers."

"That's right, Lord Rhodes is still the one who deserves the next Prime Minister!"

"Hmm, Sir Marcel's successor.You will not serve anything but Lord Rhodes. "

About a dozen nobles have expressed their opposition to Leidor.Of course, there's Rhodes.

Half of those who stood up were secretly aiming for the position of prime minister.The other half were rooted in advance by Rhodes.

Rhodes holds the aristocracy of the northern part of the kingdom thanks to the abundant economic power gained through trade.Few people owed or received bribes to the Marquis de Lourdes.

"I see... surprisingly few. I thought there were more opponents?"

Raydol stood up and looked at the nobles who objected, and smiled at them.

"If that's all I'm saying... let's get Sven to do his first job as Prime Minister.You'll change your mind when you see how it's done. "

"... hah?"

The nobles blurred their expressions in confusion at Raydol's eyes, as if they were watching the prey.

Raydol glanced at Sven and gave a signal with his gaze.Too small a prime minister stepped forward and took out a bunch of paper.

"Well... it seems that I am opposed to being Prime Minister... but first Baron Mirathos"

"Hee...?"

Suddenly, one of the aristocrats who had been called by name and stood up blinked his eyes.

A man of nobility in his forties stood upset and gazed at him.

"Baron Mirathos, did you communicate with the Empire in the previous battle?"

"Ha...!"

"Whistleblowing" - Everyone on the spot takes a breath into the disturbing words that popped out of the boy Prime Minister's mouth.

As well as the Mirathos raised on the spearball, he froze his expression with consternation.

"That's stupid! What kind of proof is that?!"

"There's evidence.It has been investigated that you were circulating information within the court to the Empire in exchange for securing your status and territory.I also hold the letters that I exchanged with the Empire. "

"That's not true... why did you...?!"

Sven's expression could be said to be childish and innocent, but it nevertheless accentuates Mirathos' fear.

Sven hunts down Mirathos indifferently, as innocent children trample the ants' matrix.

"As you know, our country is already in harmony with the Empire.The tip came from the Empire.There's no escape. "

"Nh...!"

Sven shouted, pointing a sword at his throat.That's exactly the decision to hit. It was a deadly blow for Miratos.

In the earlier battle against the Alsline Empire - the commander of the Imperial Western invasion forces, Glacos Basen, set up a plot against the nobles of the Kingdom of Zain.

By turning the aristocrats over, they were aiming to dismantle the kingdom from the inside and win with as little drain on the army as possible.

Few nobles have been caught up in the Empire's sweet words, including Mirathos.

If the Empire had won, they would have survived on a winning horse... but the kingdom was victorious and they became free traitors.

In addition, Raydol's activities led to harmony with the Empire, so information about informants was out of the box.

"Hmm... how did a traitor get into the royal palace?"

"My Lord Raydol....."

Raydol threw up with contempt and Mirathos finally faded his face.

"Forgive me... I'm just thinking about this country..."

"We'll talk a lot later. Take him away!"

Ha!

Mirathos tried to make an excuse, but Raidor ordered the knight to take him captive without meeting him.

The ordered knight smoothly grabbed Mirathos' arms and took him out of the throne room, as if he had been meeting in advance.

The remaining nobles look away at the back of the traitor who is being taken with a dazed look.

"Now… Baron Muranda, Count Mercaria, Count Moirast"

"Hih...!?"

Sven called out the names of the nobles standing up with a smile.

"You didn't seem to be sharing information... but when the Royal Army was destroyed, you swore to obey the Empire in writing, didn't you?Your letter was also sent from the Empire. "

"Sonny....."

"Stupid! I'll never betray you...!"

"Excuse me in the interrogation room.Knight, I beg of you... isn't that right, Lord Raydol? "

"Never mind. I'll take care of it."

Sven asked his master with a smile, and Raydol nodded without putting in his hair.

A traitor who has been newly exposed is being detained and taken with him.Some of them tried to escape by shaking their hands and feet, but awkward resistance was lightly contained in front of the mighty knight.

"Well then... we don't have much time, so let's keep going."

Sven declared his innocence... and from there, it was like a nose scream.

Those who knew the Empire well.A person who was circulating information.Those who provided funds or supplies.

I didn't betray you, but embezzlement, the slave trade, and so on... the knights of the aristocrats who were dying their hands illegally one after the other.

To the nobles that are brought in weeping, weeping and spitting excuses, the remaining nobles tremble their shoulders in horror that it is not their turn next.

However, only those who objected to Sven's assumption of the prime minister were brought to justice for treason and betrayal.

As things came to this point, the nobles lined up finally noticed.

I have never been gathered by my new master for the purpose of greeting or entertaining.

Raydol's aim was to find and dispose of the heretics that would stand in the way of his coming reign - to gather nobles for 'sorting' and 'solemnity'.

Most of Sven's opponents have been taken.

All that remained between the thrones were those kneeling on their knees without opposition.And Crowley Rhodes is all alone.

"Well... you're the last one, Marquis Crowley Rhodes."

"Nh...!"

Sven pronounces without changing his expression.

The sad face of childhood - Rhodes looked like a demon with a child.