Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Time goes back slightly - far west of the kingdom of Zain.

In the western part of the continent there are a number of small countries separated by the kingdom of Zain and the mountains.

It was the kingdom of Athens on the northern coast that was particularly powerful among the small and united nations.

The Kingdom of Athens trades with the Kingdom of Zain by sea.The goods traded are mainly wool and seafood.It is also a fruit such as citrus fruit grown by the warm climate in the west.

On the south side, there is a country ruled by barbarians, which has been a hostile relationship for many years.Also, although it is not a war with the western Sultan Kingdom, it is by no means a friendly relationship.

Most of the profits from the alliance with the Kingdom of Zain were spent on defence, and tensions persisted on the two southern and western borders for many years.

The borders of such a kingdom of Athena. In some small regional city, one chaos was about to awaken.

"Shit... don't fuck with me.I don't have any crap. "

"Oh my god... it looks like he was in prison."

Under the darkness of the moonlit night, a man who seemed to be nasty even though he wanted to tattoo his arm.It is the big man with muscular skinheads who responds to his partner's voice.

The men were in a cemetery just outside the town.

A large scoop was held in both hands, and a tombstone fell beside them.There was a big hole in the ground with an open coffin and about half of the rotten remains lying in it.

In the middle of the night, they dig up graves with their eyes open, preventing the dead from sleeping peacefully. Their identity is the desolation of graves.

The other day, an old man, one of the city's leading figures, died and was buried in a cemetery, digging up dirt for the by-product.

- But the results are empty. In addition to the remains of the old man, only a few books and a silver coin, which is the shipment price of the Underworld, came out of the tomb.

"I thought the tomb of the rich grandfather buried something quite expensive... damn it!"

"Shinjo is a fallen nobleman.I can't afford to drink anything like this.Oh, my goodness. It's not a good job for a grave keeper to aim for a day off. "

The men uttered cursing words and sat down on the ground.

A tattoo man holds his hand in his pocket and takes out a cigarette rolled paper tube.The tip of the cigarette came closer to the Cantella light, lit it, and slowly inhaled.

He was a tattoo man who had been blowing purple smoke for a while, but eventually he frowned and took his mouth off the cigarette.

"Ah, that sucks! You don't even know what it tastes like to smell a corpse, you rotten faggot!"

The tattoo man threw a cigarette smoke into the hole in a frustrating manner.A lit cigarette hits the old man's face and burns the decaying remains.

"Whoa... well, okay."

It was a skinhead that stunned at my partner's brutality, but I just shrugged my shoulders and didn't pay attention.

He's already dead anyway.You won't feel any pain or fever.If he was a man who valued the dignity of the dead, he would not have vandalized the tomb in the first place.

The skinhead wipes his sweaty forehead with his arms and turns his face overhead casually.

The moon is floating in the sky.A full moon without chips.

However, it was strangely large compared to the familiar moon, and it also appeared to have some reddish color.It is a moon that makes you feel uneasy or disturbed just by watching.

The skinhead trembled his shoulders and lowered his gaze towards the sky.

"Well... I've done my job, so let's pull it up quickly.I have a bad feeling about this evening. "

"Oh, come on, you can't go home with your bare hands!This is where the drunkard hangs out! "

"Isn't that what Temee deserves?Is that what I know? "

"How about we smash down Aceh's mausoleum!? It's such a splendid look.Isn't there something quite good!? "

"Stupid, stop! This is the Four Knights Mausoleum!?"

The skinhead shook his hand in a hurry to the tattoo man pointing at the square building behind the cemetery.

White buildings are decorated everywhere, making them a splendid structure that doesn't suit a countryside cemetery like this.

But when I think of the people buried in the mausoleum, it was madness to try to step into it.

Buried in the mausoleum are the great traitors once known as the "Four Knights of the End."

Two hundred years ago, he was the predecessor of the kingdom of Athena, a major criminal who was said to have driven one dynasty to extinction. In the western part of the continent, he was feared by being called evil spirits and resentment spirits.

The knights rumored to have contracted with the wicked witch to empower them were shot down by the heroes chosen by the Holy Sword of Water, and their remains were sealed firmly inside the mausoleum so that they would never be revived.

"Shit... that's a fairy tale!You superstitious bastard! "

"My Baba was familiar with that kind of legacy... I didn't say anything bad.Don't come near that mausoleum! "

"Shit...."

The partner stopped the tattoo man, grudgingly slapping his tongue and holding Scoop on his shoulder.

"I can't help it... I'll stop there.Instead, give me a hand digging up a few more new graves.Maybe they found something to dig up... eh? "

"Hey, what's wrong?"

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Skinhead questioned the tattoo man who stopped talking unnaturally.The tattoo man stands confused and stares at a point in the cemetery with a stunned face.

As I followed my gaze... there was a girl standing in the moonlight.

She is a small girl. Her hair is maroon and stretches to her shoulders as she waves softly.The face is as cute as a makeup and impeccable as a biscuit made over the years by a skilled doll artisan.

At first glance, she really wasn't as cheerful as a doll - but it couldn't have been made.

Because the girl was walking on her feet, and her neck was moving and her eyes were directed at the graves.

"Hmm...."

"Nh...!"

A breathtaking voice leaks from the girl's mouth.

In a moment, I ran into the frozen back of my skinhead.

Girl's eyes pointed straight through.

It was dyed golden as if it were a full moon.