Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Lots of great lizards... that's the Black Dragon Fernigesh...?"

"... you're my family." As a sub dragon, it's a lot smaller. "

Responding to Neferte's nervous words, Raydor pushed the situation from behind the rocks.

It's in the mountains, and there's an open space like a table. The trees were diminishing from the surrounding area and the ground was peeling from the ground.

(No... no. It's not because of the altitude that the trees don't grow. They've eaten them all.)

Nearly a hundred great lizards were there.

The giant, about two meters long, is covered with a pitch-black scales, and the eyeballs are crimson. Large jaws, flesh and plants chew everything apart.

Greedy lizards devour the remains of animals, including humans. And even grass, fruit, and tree trunks. Both the animals and the plants kept eating unrelated.

”What an appetite... why are you so hungry?”

”Not only wild animals, but even humans... it's terrible”

Raydor looks at the great lizard from behind, and Neferte turns his face pale.

The humans being eaten are the inhabitants of the foothills. They were attacked and taken away by the dragon and devoured by the herd of great lizards.

"That's a terrible appetite." If I left it alone, all the surrounding villages would be swallowed up. I had no choice but to fight. We can't spread the damage any further. "

"... yes, let's defeat it." You can't leave a monster that has learned the taste of others alone. "

Neferte nodded deeply.

The young prince, filled with righteous indignation, puts his hand on Mistletine, the holy sword of "Water", so that he can fight at any time.

Seeing that Neferte was ready, Raydor turned to the other companion, the conductor's old man.

"Thank you so much for your hard work." Stay away from me and hide because we'll be in battle. "

"Hah... hah, I get it!"

The old man's face had lost its color and turned pure white.

Until recently, he was an old man who had made remarks like sheltering the Black Dragon Fernigesh, but he saw a human actually devoured by a sub-dragon and realized that his thoughts were sweet.

I turned back to the road with a frightened expression and hid behind the tree.

"Now... it's time for you to show me the world of training." Lord Neferte, may I leave this to you? "

"Lord Leidor... are you kidding me?"

Neferte stared at the abrupt proposal.

I looked at Raydor as if she was (or was) there, but there was no joking atmosphere in her expression.

"I'm telling you... that Yalong isn't that strong of an enemy." Even if hundreds were gathered, it would be quite a drop compared to the [Four Horsemen of the Doomsday] we fought. If you can't defeat that kind of enemy on your own, you can't count Lord Neferte as a soldier rather than a sword holder. ”

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Neferte shakes her shoulders as she is caught in the crossfire.

Nefert understood. How he was brought to this mountain.

Over the past few weeks, Neferte has trained Raidor to master the Holy Sword. I was going to grow up much older than when I was defeated by the Knight of Famine.

"I see... you're testing my powers." Are you sure you have enough power to fight a witch? "

…………

Raydor silently hoisted the edge of his mouth as Neferte predicted.

I haven't heard back... but Neferte was sure. Raydor was brought to this mountain to see if Nefert had grown enough as a holy sword holder.

I tried to identify the power of Neferte by having him fight the Black Dragon Fernigesch or his family.

If Neferte's prowess hadn't reached the limit, she wouldn't have taken us to the Battle of the Witch Ottomans.

For Neferte, it is not something to endure. It was more unforgivable than being driven to death, such as not being able to take part in the battle to reclaim our homeland.

"... I'll do it. Let me do it."

Nefert tweeted with determination, pulling the Holy Sword Mistine out of its sheath.

"If you can't beat a hundred or two hundred lizards, you can't beat more than a million Undead hordes." As a chosen person for the Holy Sword passed down to Aterna, let's see the shameful battle! ”

"I see... then, try it." Destroy the great lizard over there. "

"Yes...!"

Neferte nodded, and a faint mist emanated from Mistletine's blade. The Holy Sword was responding to his master's readiness.

Black dragon Fernigesch.

The outpost of the battle, the battle began with the family dragon.