Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

A few days after the ritual of adulthood. Raydor was expelled by order of his brother from the capital, where the royal palace is located, and was sent to a pioneering city on the border.

Nominally, the land around the pioneering city is given as a territory, taking the form of an assignment to perform his duties as a lord.

However, some of those who knew the circumstances were certain that it was de facto expulsion.

A decree had been issued regarding Raydor's pulling out of the Holy Sword Darin Slave in an adult ritual, which became the secret of only a very small number of those serving the Royal Palace.

That is also because if it becomes public that Raydor was chosen as the Holy Sword, a 12-year-old second prince will become the next king, and there will be a visible struggle for power with Granard.

Even if Raydor didn't want it, there's no way those who loved the First King would leave Raydor alone as his successor.

Cutting off Raydor was inevitable in preventing division of the country and preventing civil unrest.

Even if Granard's personal grievances and jealousy were unduly contained there, the decision would never cover it.

There was no other way but to be driven to the border by myself, taking up the Holy Sword Der Inslave, which caused the exile.

Only three people have come to drop off Raydor, who will be a border escort.

Prime Minister Rockwood Marcel, the country's highest political power.

General Basel Garst, the supreme power of the military.

And - he is Raydor's childhood tame and the daughter of the Chancellor, Mertina Marcel, who was supposed to marry him.

"His Royal Highness Raydor. Be careful on the road."

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Raydor stared silently at Lockwood, who lay his head down against his chest.

Both arms of Raydor are fitted with shackles, making it impossible to use swordsmanship or witchcraft that has been trained as a royal human being.

To a person who is not inherently a sinner is not to be allowed to put shackles on a royal person either. This time, however, that cruel treatment had been carried out by a special order of his brother Prince Granard.

Raydor looked down at both arms restrained with a sinking face and opened his mouth small.

"............... what about your brother?

Potty and crushed words. Lockwood narrowed his eyes, feeling the sadness and despair engulfed in that voice.

"His Majesty the King cannot come to see me off because of his busy administration. I'm keeping a message that I want you to forgive me for being unfaithful to my brother."

"Thin love...... there will be more to apologize for"

In a blameworthy tone, Raydor said, Lockwood said, "Ha?" and look in love.

"Your Highness is only assigned to your own territory. Nothing else."

"... then what is this shackle! Isn't this like a sinner!?"

"That is only a safety consideration. Your Highness."

It was not Lockwood who responded to the screaming inquiry, but General Basel Garst standing next to him.

Bazelle, two metres long, looks down at Raydor with a smiley face and continues her words in a firm tone.

"His Royal Highness became the Holy Sword Holder, and offered to dwell in him a portion of his protection. If that power runs wild, it will cause enormous damage. Shackles are meant to prevent it, and we want you to think of them as something different from punishment for sinners."

"But...!

Raydor opened his mouth trying to argue and ended up silent without saying anything.

Whatever word you hit on these two makes no sense. They are near the king and supporters of his brother Prince Granard.

Because Raydor is one of those people who decided to treat him as a sidekick.

"… Your Highness. There's nothing wrong with you. Now, this is necessary for the rule of the state. Please don't resent me."

"It is so good to see you. If His Highness Granard is reinstated and his reign stabilizes, we may eventually call His Highness back to the King's Capital. Until then, go ahead and win."

Lockwood speaks comfort to Raydor, who chewed his back teeth off and nagged, as he did with some sympathy. Basel also took over, sending his own encouragement.

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Raydor kept his mouth shut and bit his lips off with regret.

There is no way such an adult selfish circumstance can be comforting for a boy who will be chased home for an unspoken crime.

Instead, I turned my attention to the last person on this occasion.

"Mertina......"

Raydor calls his childhood name as he cries.

If she, the Chancellor's daughter, could have petitioned me to review the treatment of Raydor, or there could have been no border sending.

Even if she wasn't, if she was closer to anyone her age, she might follow herself into being chased after Wang Du.

It was a plea call with such thoughts, but returning from Mertina is an uncertain response.

"Yes, Master Raydor. Please go with care."

"Huh...?

"We have heard that the southern border is warmer than the king's capital. Master Raydor doesn't like cold, so it's just fine. The next time I see you, I'd love to hear some interesting souvenir stories."

"Oh, hey... Mertina?

The childhood tame face that was supposed to be my fiancée has no shards such as the color of sorrow. He is about to send out Raydor with a calm, calm smile that is crisp.

Raydor couldn't hide his confusion at childhood tampering, which seemed like sparing him a goodbye, and accidentally looked up at his father's lockwood.

"Your Highness. Meltina is educated as the daughter of the Chancellor and as a noble courtier. We teach them from an early age to choose a home or a country over love."

"What is that..."

"You are no longer the fiancée of this child. It already means people of the past."

"Is...?

Raydor's head turns bright white on Lockwood's words that seem sorry.

Meltina and I have been together since we were meant to be, and we have had the same time.

All of those memories were irreplaceable and worthwhile as a gem to Raydor.

But - the only person who thought so was Raydor. Mertina didn't think anything of herself, she just stayed with Raydor because of her duty as a nobleman as the Chancellor's daughter.

"Your Highness? What have you done?

"Huh...!

Meltina peeks into Raydor's face wondering.

Your innocent looking face makes you look like a horrible monster shape. Raydor warped his expression in fear and lagged behind, escaping himself into a jail-like carriage.

If sent to the border, days await frightened by demons and barbarians.

Still, I felt much more horrified about my family than about the demons who could cut their friends off fine.

The royal palace, which should have been my own house, has become a nest of monsters at some point. The fact was simply unacceptable to young Raydor.

"Welcome, Your Highness"

There is a voice of Mertina over the carriage door.

Lockwood and Bazel bowed their heads deeply and the carriage ran out.

Raydor held his body with both hands and was taken with rattles and shaking his shoulders.

Thus, the second prince of the kingdom of Zayn, Raydor Zayn, was to be sent to a pioneering city on the border and disappeared from the king's capital.

Five years after Raydor disappeared from the tabular stage of history.

His father, the king, would leave the world to sleep by sickness, and Granard, the first prince, would inherit his trail as a new king.

Thanks to Granard, who had been in government for a long time before the king was taken hostage, there was no apparent confusion in the kingdom of Zayn, and it was thought that a serene reign would be preserved.

But - even in such a peaceful kingdom, a wave of war was quietly approaching as snakes crawled.

Separated from the Lord, the Holy Sword Darin Slave rested deep in the royal palace, listening to the footsteps of the coming war.