Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Mmm... in the morning..."

A month after the raid on Catastro Org. Raydor woke up in a pioneering city mansion.

Faced by the sunlight plunging through the gaps in the curtains, Raydor hits a turnaround on the bed.

Raidor Zain, the second prince of the kingdom of Zain. The life of the man, lord of the development city Reid, is never a luxury.

The mansion where Raydor lives is too qualitative as a lord, to a degree slightly larger than the average house in a pioneering city.

Sometimes when Zaphis asks, who hasn't even invited a bottle in one hand, it's enough to worry about a place to put a master who eats big booze and sleeps.

"It's not morning anymore, is it? Sleeping husband."

"Whoops!?"

Suddenly, Raydor accidentally raises his voice to the voice of the woman who sounded in the room.

Look for the Lord of Voices and let your gaze wander from left to right, but there is no one in the room but Raydor.

"No way......"

And then I realized the weight I felt over my body and swept the futon around.

As expected there. There was a silver-haired girl figure trying to snuggle up on Raydor naked in her upper body.

"Ah, good morning. Your husband."

"Morning...... So, what are you doing?

"No, I need some morning service... heh heh!?"

"Fall."

Raydor kicked every futon girl out of bed.

The girl, rolling on the floor, was leaning to drown in a futon covering over her body, but eventually bounced Gabari and the futon out of her face.

"Ugh! What do you do all of a sudden!

Coming out of the futon is a maid clothed girl waving her blue silver hair to her shoulders.

The girl's name is Namilia. He was the only servant working in the mansion where Raydor resides.

Naemilia, a young face on white skin, has a neat face, at first glance, like an elaborate doll.

It's an attractive look that would captivate a number of men if they sat silently...... Raydor, the employer, was soaked in the bones and familiar with it's only appearance.

"What do you do... you're the one who's going to do the nani"

"Nani... I've already spoken to your husband's husband..."

"I knew you didn't have to tell me, shut up"

As you can see, if you open your mouth, the bottom story pops up flat.

Raydor was always haunted by a bunch of nasty words emanating from the mouth of a poor girl like a flower.

Still, in pioneering cities full of adventurers and rogues, maids like her who engage in chores are very rare.

There was also a "certain circumstance" she had, and Raydor kept hiring about Namilia without even being able to kick her out.

By the way, only Namilia lives in this mansion, which is supposed to be the Lords' Mansion for once, besides Raydor.

For this reason, Namilia was recognized as a substantial wife and mistress by the people of the pioneering city, and it was also a headache story for Raydor.

"Well... I'll get dressed and get the hell out of here."

"Of course, I'll help you. Handpicked footprints Good morning to good night...... noooooooooooooooooo"

"... just get out"

Raydor looked up and kicked the maid clothes girl out of the room.

Glimpsing the clock, the time is already around 10: 00. It is somewhat late in the morning.

Raydor was a lord, but financial and military duties have been entrusted to those involved in the operation since before Raydor came to this town, such as the commercial and adventurer guilds.

recourse to their decisions when it comes to Raydor's work. And so much so that he stands on the arrow in negotiations with outside aristocrats and leading merchants.

As a result, there were no humans to blame for life even if it was irregular and slept until near noon.

"Huh... I want to sleep"

Well, how are we going to spend the day, Raydor devises while changing his underwear.

I didn't have a particular job as a lord, and I don't have business meeting someone. If so, shall we go and deduct the demons of the border as one of the adventurers?

All the monsters on the periphery were an important source of funding for the pioneering city because they would be rare materials. The more Raidor hunts demons, the more funding he will have to run the pioneering city.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"... so what are you doing"

It was Raydor dressed as he contemplated his plans for today, but his gaze and eyes met from the shadow of the door. He was naturally an erotic maid, without having to bother explaining it.

Raydor suppressed his forehead so that he could have a headache as he glanced back at his cat-like eyes looking at this one through the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry. On the big chest muscle that looks delicious..."

"Okay, okay. Let's go to the hardware store today and get some padlocks. Starting today, you're not going in the room."

"Eh! No, no, no. Do it! I have some business to attend to!? I'm not here to peek!!"

I've been soliciting it like Namilia panicked.

He sees the golden eyes in tears half-eyed, and Raydor punches one tongue.

"Then tell me about the errand. If it wasn't a big deal, I wouldn't know."

"Ugh... your husband's sadist. DV Man! I have a visitor on my doorstep right now -! Looks like Wang Du's been asking about your husband.

"From Wang Du...?

"Yeah, from Wang Du. You did say that."

"Mm..."

Raydor frowns and distorts his expression like he ate poisonous grass.

Since Leidor was banished to the border, the tongue had disappeared from the Wang capital. No reply came back, no matter how many letters of clarification were sent, to seek help from those who were close to them.

I was wondering if you were ever going to get involved again, but now that you're here, why are you visiting yourself?

"... ok. I'll see you in the reception room."

"Yes, I did. Oh, and I'll send you to Master Zaphis, won't I?

"... right. That's better."

I can't imagine what kind of requirement a messenger from Wang Du is, but I can't doubt it's just a hassle.

It would be less problematic to have Zaphis, who is supposed to be Raydor's guardian, when it comes to having trouble.

(Are you trying to push even in trouble, or have you come up with the opportunity for retaliation you've been waiting for... Now, what happens?)

Feeling the flames smoking deep in his heart with chili, Raydor suppressed his chest to scratch.

Is it by any means a fire of hatred for those who betrayed themselves, or a fire of struggle that sensed signs of a battle that would await ahead?

"Hmm, your husband is motivated. You're feeling so much better down there..."

"Just get out!

Raydor yelled at the maid who was yodaling in the corner of the room, weaving her jacket into her body to hide her skin.