Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

The Undead forces that invaded the Kingdom of Zayn have been destroyed.

But... that doesn't solve the problem. On the contrary, the more accurately you grasp the situation, the more the bad situation is revealed.

A refugee born of the loss of a village or town. Aftertreatment of large quantities of corpses left behind. Repair of destroyed forts and more.

The undead kick left a lot of claw marks... but the biggest problem is that the mountain range that separated the Aterna Kingdom from the rest of the world broke open.

I wonder how much magic I could use to perform such a miracle. The mountain range that once divided the realm is split brilliantly between the left and the right.

Even though he defeated half of the [Four Horsemen of the Doomsday], the [Earth] witch, the Ottoman, was still alive. I didn't know when the Undead were coming in from the road I had cleared.

After the battle, Raydor was forced to reside in the West without returning to the Royal Palace.

Fortunately, Sven, who remains away from home, is relentlessly running the government. Angelica, the Thousand Knights Captain, had hardened her side, holding back the aristocrats who were plotting against the good in the midst of the chaos.

And... it was an unexpected fortune that Neferte Aterna, who was staying in Zain Kingdom as a guest, was awakened as the holder of the Holy Sword. In spite of that, Zayn Kingdom was to acquire a second Holy Sword Keeper.

'Water' Holy Sword── Mistletine.

The mysterious water. Nefert unknowingly possessed the sword that dominated the fog of dreams.

I don't know what kind of intention King Aterna intended to entrust the Holy Sword to my son, and even prepared fakes to conceal its existence.

But... the power of the Holy Sword is a great pleasure to have in the fight against the Ottoman army.

"That said... it's a bit chaotic to tell a newborn holy sword holder to fight witches and apostles."

"Haa, haa, haa..."

In front of Raydor, who spoke in a bitter mixed voice, Neferte was lifting and lowering his shoulders and repeatedly breathing roughly.

The two of them live in one of the towns in the Western Border Region. It was a regional city named Orlando. The town, evacuated by the arrival of the undead, is an outpost against the Undead.

Raydor and Neferte's── two swordkeepers also stayed in the town, and are now playing mock battles in the central square of the town.

Why two royals? The purpose of the two Holy Sword Holders fighting against each other... is to identify the strength of Nephertus, who has just awakened as the owner of the Holy Sword, and to train him as the forerunner of the Holy Sword Holders.

"The holy sword holder is the natural enemy of the witch." It is the only weapon capable of destroying the Messenger of Doom. But... even if the eagle was a natural enemy of the snake, there was no snake that feared the newborn chick. I don't want you to have to master the Holy Sword at least to be able to cross with the [Apostle], Lord Neferte Aterna. "

"Ha-ha-ha... I know. Of course... I know..."

Nefert responds to Raydor's words as he desperately regenerates his breathing.

In Raydor's hands is Der Innslave. Each of Nefert's hands was gripped by Mistletine.

Thirty minutes have passed since the simulated battle began, but the battle has become one-sided. In other words, Raydor is unilaterally beating Neferte.

I didn't cut my body with a blade. Still, I slapped him with the belly of my sword and let him bathe in the vigor of my curse... and he seemed quite exhausted from repeated attacks.

Physical ability that I didn't think was a child... especially Neferte, who had the ability to freely swing the Great Sword, but Raydor was no match for him.

It wasn't just the sword technique or combat experience that made the difference. The Holy Sword... couldn't bring out the power of Mistletine well enough.

"It seems that Lord Nefert has not yet been able to bring out the power of the Holy Sword by his own will." Listen to me more. Hear the voice of the Holy Sword. "

"Well, even if you say such an abstract thing." I've always had a dagger, but it was the first time I'd heard a voice in a battle the other day. Could you please tell me more clearly? "

"It's not something I can explain in words." Or perhaps... just a little bit, isn't that enough of a sense of crisis? "

"Nh...!"

The chills stroking his spine caused Neferte to jump back in a panic.

Derinsrave was slammed into the space where the boy was. The slower we evaded, the more we must have been slaughtered.

"From here on out, will you let me slash you with the intention of lightly killing you?" In the same circumstances as when we fought the Ottoman apostles... we may be able to unleash the power of the Holy Sword in the face of danger to our lives. "

"Woah... Isn't that too harsh on the boulders!?"

"If you want to stop, you can stop it." Instead, I will not count you as a force in the fight against the Ottomans. I'll ask you to stay here as an answering machine. "

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Neferte breathed in the cold, bathed words.

As soon as the army was ready, Raydor was planning a counter-aggression against the Kingdom of Aterna.

I don't know when the Ottomans will send in the Undead, as the barricaded mountain range has been broken open.

But... not only is it bad, but the road is clear, which means that we can send in troops from the Zayn Kingdom.

Invading the Kingdom of Aterna to defeat the Witch──'s threat was a matter of decision.

"I don't want to spend much time if I'm going to launch a reverse invasion." The slower the counterattack, the more the Ottoman's magic will be restored. "

A massive earthquake occurred immediately after the "Witch's Resurrection Sacrifice". The massive series of magic exercises to crack the mountains and create an undead passage has definitely exhausted the Ottoman magic. Even though it's the worst witch ever to destroy the world, the power of magic is not infinite. If we were to defeat them, we would not have come sooner.

"After the regrouping of the depleted army in this battle, I will march towards the King's City of the Kingdom of Aterna." Is there a one-month grace period? Until then, I would leave it if it didn't belong to Lord Neferte. I'm not going to let you take part in the battle to get your home back. "

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Neferte was silent after being pronounced broken with a blade.

But... that change is noticeable. There was a strong flame of will in the eyes that had become weak because of the overwhelming difference in power.

"Hoo..."

Breathe out quietly as you regulate your disturbed breathing.

Void eyes like you don't know where you're looking. His expression disappeared due to his deep mental concentration.

"Ahh..."

Raydor narrowed his eyes slightly.

Neferte stands expressionlessly. From the dagger gripped in his right hand, something like a dagger gently emerged.

The demonic shaking water vapor spreads across the Neferte, eventually becoming a mist that envelops the area.

”The mysterious water. The fog of dreams... the Holy Sword Mistletine's true nature.”

Raydor slightly lifted his mouth and licked his lips.

This is the real battle. Raidor gripped Der Innslave and asked for Neferte's departure.