Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Haa, haa, haa, haa..."

Fleeing from Angelica's blade, Revere desperately drove his horse north. There were screams and screams everywhere, and Revere shook his spine.

Fortunately, there are hardly any hostiles to the north. It appears that the raiders led by Angelica have launched an ambush from the south. The north side is like a limp.

"That's right... run away." Survive...! I can't die in a place like this. You're not a good person to die after all...! "

Strangely enough, a strange sense of exhilaration fills Reweir's brain as his mind is shaken by fierce fear. Are you fascinated by madness and escaping reality, or do you believe that you are a special person even in this situation?

"The frustration of heroes is a thing of the past... they have suffered so much defeat that they have been remembered as great men in history..." That's right, I'm not going to end up like this. I'll wrap it up and show you right away...! "

Revere runs his horse with a twitch and a mantra. It gets darker and darker as we distance ourselves from the flaming Self-Force positions, but we rely on the moonlight to continue down the street.

Gradually, the screams heard from the surroundings became more and more distant. The muscles of your face gradually loosened as you clung to fear and exhilaration.

"You survived!? I'm a special person after all!" I was chosen by God to survive..... "

Heheengh!

"A human...... guaaaa!?"

It was a rehearsal on the night road, but the horse suddenly fell. Of course, the reeds on my back are thrown out on the ground again.

Rolling from her back onto the soil, Revere was in so much pain.

"Gwuu... uuu... noo, what the hell is going on...!?"

I'm sure it's Count Ludo Revere, isn't it?

Hee!?

A quiet voice calls his name, and Revere tries to wake his body from the ground. However, he could not stand up well and pushed from his face into the soil on the ground.

"It hurts...!?"

At last, Revere noticed.

I think he broke a fracture when he fell off the horse earlier. Revere's left arm was bent in a strange direction.

The pain was dull because I was in a state of extreme excitement due to escaping from the abyss of death... but as soon as I realized the fracture, it became wobbly and strong.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...!?"

"Oh dear... it's just a fracture." Even though you're going to die, is that okay? "

”I-Is that you...!?”

Revere raised his face, and there stood a boy about twelve or thirteen years old.

Blonde, soft-looking hair. A neutral, well-appointed face looked down at Revere with a dazed look on its face.

"Don't tell me you're... Sven Arbeil!?"

"Oh, you can tell by the lava, right?" In this situation,

Revere's screaming voice affirmed that the boy - Sven - was hiding nothing. A dozen soldiers lined up around Sven, armed with bows, swords, etc.

"If I wanted to escape, I would have stretched myself out in this direction... but that was the correct answer." I knew right away because I was on a horse and I was shouting. ”

"Gwoo...!?"

Sven's men grab Revere's arms and restrain him. Grabbing her bent arm relentlessly, Rewiel let out a distressed voice.

"I heard you were a cutter... but it looks like you couldn't make a cool decision in a hurry." If I had fled to the militia without riding a horse, I might not have found it easily. Well, people who seemed dressed well were going to be caught from one side to the other. "

"Ugh, horses...!"

At a distance, the horse on which Revere was riding had fallen. There was a bow and arrow in the chestnut-haired horse's body, and it must have fallen down.

"Oh, I knew it!" It's his fault, he got caught recommending horses to me! "

"Is that...?"

“It's not my fault! You always made the right choice! Even though you're supposed to be acting theoretically based on your knowledge, you'll fail because the civilians are pulling your legs!"

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"That's right... I couldn't lose." If I had better men, if I had better lieutenants and brave soldiers, I wouldn't have been cornered by such a hungry ghost...! I'm not bad, my strategy should have been right...! "

"Somehow... you're stupid. Really."

"What...!?"

Sven was dazed, and Revere opened and closed his mouth. Sven said in a faint tone to the man who seemed to have lost too much of his angry words.

"Isn't it obvious that your men and soldiers won't move as you wish?" Because I'm a human being. It's not a board game pawn, is it? "

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"It's not uncommon for an ally to run rampant or run away in fear of the enemy." Not to mention, you recruited civilians as righteous soldiers and counted them in the battlefield. We should have taken into account the possibility that a militia that has never been on the battlefield might not be able to take action enough. To be clear, you're immature. "

"N-No, no, no, no!"

Twenty years younger than himself was preached to by the younger children, and Revere forgets the situation and turns his face bright red. He tries to scream with rough emotions, but before that, he gets pinned to the ground by a soldier.

"Gah!?"

"Now... you will take responsibility as the mastermind of the rebellion." I would have publicly executed him, but I can't afford to do that right now. Let me take care of it here, all at once. "

"W-What, are you saying you're going to kill me!? This me...!?"

"Are you going to beg for your life? You're a traitor, aren't you?"

At last, I can't understand the thought circuit of the man in front of me, and Sven's expression becomes disgusting.

Meanwhile, Revere was equally confused.

It is impossible for a good self to fail. I have not failed so far, and I must continue to do so. Of course. It should be the absolute law (rule) for the world of the reeds.

And yet... lightly, it was coming to an end without any drama. The fact is unacceptable and confusing.

"Wait, wait! I...!"

"Yes, then... I'm sorry!"

"Nh...!"

Sven did not hesitate to pierce the sword at Revere, which was held back by the soldiers.

The boy weighed himself down and pushed the tip of his sword into the rebel's neck, piercing the medulla oblongata from his throat.

"I am an army master and a prime minister." I'm a backup person, but I'm determined to get my hands dirty when I get out front. That is the duty of those who command their soldiers to attack their enemies. "

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"An overprotective sister... I can't let Angelica get her hands dirty." Apparently, I'm quite a Cisco, too. "

Sven told Revere, who was twitching and twitching, in a mischievous manner.