Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

A week after Count Revere's march. Finally, the rebels reached the throat of the capital.

Tomorrow we will be able to invade the capital of the kingdom. The rebels decided to put up their tents in the plains on the side of the street for a final break while suppressing the exhilaration in front of the battle.

(It's finally time for me to take Zayn's Kingdom...!)

In the meantime, while lying in a large tent, Revere was having a night of sleepless excitement.

If we capture the capital safely, we will no longer have the country in our hands. · Call on the nobles who are dissatisfied with the current regime to recruit troops, and if you defeat Raydor, who is on an expedition to the west, you should be able to reign as a new ruler.

Such a glorious future is coming to the place where I reached out... there was no way I could sleep peacefully.

(Thinking of it, it was a long time. More than thirty years after his birth as the eldest son of the Earl of Revere. When I thought that my father, who was hardly willing to give up his housemate, was dissatisfied and finally left, the nobility's privileges were restricted by the King's brother, who had gained the status of regent. Now you don't know what you've endured for years!)

Revere thinks so.

I have a sense of talent. Knowledgeable. Hopeless.

If you become the head of the noble family, or take a higher position... you will surely be able to do great things.

It should be a feat that will go down in history, and the name will be told a thousand years from now.

(That's right... I'm not a person who ends up in a tiny position like [Count]. I'm sure you're one of those humans who can aspire to be higher and higher. An earthquake has struck, and the Immortals have come, which must be the heavenly formula for me to leap forward! Heroes are born in a turbulent world. Heavenly will is driving my back!)

Revere, who has never experienced setbacks in his life, never doubts that he is good. I didn't know about the great mistakes, so I couldn't think that I might be making a mistake.

My first mistake will be irreversibly fatal... In that case, a man named Lourdes Revere might be a pathetic person too.

"Hmm...?"

It was a reel burning with ambition while lying down... but suddenly I noticed the noise from a distance. I don't even know if it's heartless, or if the sound is gradually getting closer.

"It's noisy... even though it's early tomorrow..."

Revere only frowned and didn't care much. I don't even get up with my body lying down.

The militia has woken up several times during the march. The people without a proper education were dumbfounded as beasts in cattle huts.

This time, I tried to block the noise of the noise by wearing a blanket all the way to my head.

"Count, Count!" It's important! "

"Hey, what's going on!?"

However, when soldiers jumped into the tent, they couldn't help but wake up to the boulders.

Surprised, she jumped the blanket and turned the eyes of the soldier into black and white.

"It's an enemy attack!" Hurry up and run! "

"What...? Hostile attack...?"

Revere could not understand the soldiers' words and was often distracted.

But... when I realized what was happening to me, I blushed and screamed.

"Don't be ridiculous! I can't believe it!"

Revere rises in a hurry and asks the report soldier with a strangling momentum.

"The Royal Capital has only one-tenth of our forces!? There's no way Atyrau could have attacked us!" Besides, there were guards on the streets! How can you miss an army that is ambushing you in a plain where there is no cover!? "

"Remember, the enemy is a very small number of oligarchs. Probably, fewer than a hundred soldiers attacked me... I think I missed too few of them...!"

"Hya, hiiiiiii...?"

Revere iterated like a babe who had just learned his words. The shock of being hit in the head with a hammer makes her dizzy.

"Such an idiot. You can't attack a million enemies with a hundred soldiers!? There's no way you can take such a nonsensical strategy... Yes, in such a situation, it's a stone's throw to go to the castle and wait for outside help... even though it's not written in the history book...?!"

Woahhhhhhhhhhh!? "

"Nh...!?"

It was a stunned reel, but the screams made her bounce.

"Enemy! Enemy attack! Ahhhhhhhh!"

"They're gonna kill you! Get out of here!"

"The fire, someone put it out!"

No, no, no, no, ahhhhhhhh!

"Hee...!"

It seems that Revere is finally aware of the screams that are coming up from a distance where he can hear the contents. Grab the soldier by the shoulder so he can hold onto it.

"W-What am I supposed to do!? Where can I get away from?!"

"Calm down! The enemy is attacking from the south." If you run northward..... "

But the soldier couldn't finish.

The spear that broke through the tent pierced the soldier's head and killed him in an instant.

"Hyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

"This is the Commander's bed." It was a fine tent, so I knew it at a glance. "

The tent was torn, and the sight outside was revealed.

Outside, there were flames everywhere, screams and screams.

And standing with the flaming flames behind her... was a strangely old woman in a black suit.

Bright red hair is lit by flames. His left eye was covered with an eyelid, and his left foot was shiny metal.

"If I take you down, this battle will be over." I'm sorry I made a fool of my cute little brother in hell. "

Angelica Ilkas, a woman with one eye standing with a miserable smile, thrust her blade at Revere with her ass on her face.