Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

At the end of the battle with the Black Dragon Fernigesh, Raydor and Neferte returned from the mountains.

Raydor wasn't much, but Neferte seemed pretty tired. When I returned to the position I had built at the foot, I sat on the ground like I was falling apart.

I don't have any noticeable injuries... but I think the threads of tension that were held up by the fierce battle broke.

A death battle against a dragon that surpasses the witch's messenger. It seems that it was a little early for the boy who had just set out on the road to heroism.

"Good job, you've done your best."

Your Highness, Reidor...

"Thanks for saving me." I'll get you a drink and a bed right away, so get some rest. ”

Raydor sits on the ground and speaks to Neferte.

Neferte was very active in this battle.

Even if Raydor were alone, he could have won with the trump card's Holy Armor. There may not have been a defeat.

But... it was NEFERTE's achievement to defeat the Black Dragon while preserving the trump card.

Now Raydor could use the power he possessed inside to fight the Witch Ottoman.

The time for the Reverse Invasion of the Kingdom of Aterna could have been considerably earlier.

Lord Leidor... did you really like it?

”Nh... what's going on?”

"That dragon... I didn't have to sting Fernigesh." Are you glad you missed it? "

Neferte asks as one of the soldiers picks up the drink he brought.

It was Raydor who defeated Fernigesh with the help of the two Holy Sword Holders, but somehow he missed the defeated Black Dragon without taking his life.

Neferte wondered why he would save the monster he had just defeated... but at that time, he couldn't read the air in the room.

"Dragon killer is the strongest title for a warrior." It sounds honorable and proud... but I'm afraid of the rest. There's no trouble to avoid. "

Raidor shrugs his shoulders and answers Neferte's question.

"Dragons... Dragons are people who live in a very different way." Because I understand human languages, I almost misunderstand if I can understand the story, but even if I can understand the words, the reasoning is not as if it is a meshing. It doesn't work as expected. "

Raydor remembers Fernigesh.

The Black Dragon spoke angrily that he had been killed by his family and that he had desecrated his home. However, immediately after that, he spat out a strong acid brace and destroyed a pile of houses for each family member's remains.

It doesn't seem to make sense in people's eyes... but that's what the dragons are all about.

In a sense, I can't read more actions than the [Six Witches of Ruin], who persist in their ways as adversaries of humans. I didn't know where there was a reverse scale.

"I could have killed Fernigesh... but in the first place, the dragon is immortal." Even if I killed him, he would come back to life. I don't know if it will be ten or a hundred years later, but I will definitely come back. I don't know if I'll ever come back, so it's much more troublesome than a witch that appears in a 300-year cycle. "

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"Besides... he can't touch humans anymore." A dragon cannot break a promise made to a man. It's an absolute rule made by the leader of the dragon, the "Eight Great Dragon Kings". "

They were dragons who disobeyed human reason, but they also seemed to have order. One of them is the law established by the superior called the dragon king.

The rules laid down by the Eight Dragon Kings prevented the dragon from breaking its pledge to man. Whatever unfavorable promises you make, you must keep them.

In return for missing Fernigesh, Raydor forbids direct and indirect hostile actions against humans. Fernigesh and his family will no longer invade the hideout.

"On the other hand, killing Fernigesh here might be more troublesome later?" Other dragons may catch your eye, and the resurrected Fernigesh may retaliate against the humans of this land. If you take a pledge to keep people alive, that's the best thing to do. "

"I was curious... but Lord Raydall is quite familiar with dragons, isn't he?"

Ah?

Raydor frowned at Nefert's abrupt words.

"No, you said you've seen dragons before... but I thought you were familiar with their situation as an acquaintance." Were you so close to the dragon? "

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Raydor silenced Nefert with a strange look.

I didn't mean to, but it seemed to Neferte that Raydor was a friend of the dragon.

"... that's a big mistake." It's unpleasant. "

Raydor frowns and speaks abominably.

"It's true that I have acquaintances... but as I said earlier, the dragon doesn't make sense to people." I can't be friends with them. "

Raydor shook his head and affirmed.

"What I know about them is that my maid lives a long life in vain." Well, that's fine, but.... "

Raidor had a bitter look on his face as he watched the Undead head to the border.

Neimilia gets angry when she talks about her age.

I can deal with anything if I'm angry and beaten, but if I'm forced to play badly, I won't suffer.

"More than that... now I don't have to worry about the dragon and its family poking me in the back." You must be able to concentrate on the Ottoman and Undead armies. "

"... yes, you can take back your hometown." It's been really long so far. "

It was Raidor who changed the story openly, but Neferte came aboard lightly and looked nervous.

Less than a year had passed since the demise of the Kingdom of Aterna, but it was too long for a boy who had lived only about thirteen years.

Eighty percent of the emotions in Neferte's eyes were angry. Sadness and regret are 10% each. There was no color of fear.

The final knight, Neferte, has also grown through the battle against the dragon.

Not only did he become able to handle the Holy Sword well, but he also gained experience and was mentally trained.

"It's like a month until we can gather supplies such as food and get ready." As soon as we are ready, we will begin our invasion of Athena. You can sharpen the blade with that intention, too. "

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Neferte opens her eyes to Raydor's declaration.

Perhaps unconsciously, his right hand was holding the holy sword naturally, and the pale aura leaked out from the sword in the sheath.

Without needing to tell me, Neferte was prepared.

I turned my back on my family and fled my hometown... I must have wept and cried many times over the night.

A showdown with the Ottoman witch.

The time to march on the Kingdom of Aterna was fast approaching.