Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Raydor, dressed to a strange outfit to meet a guest from Wang Du, took Namilia to the reception room.

This is a small mansion where guests will never visit Locke, although it has been called a reception room. It was finished as an impromptu reception room by rushing off the living room.

Raydor opened the door or no, a guest who was already in the room bowed his head and greeted him.

"It's been a while. His Royal Highness King Raidor."

"Brother Wang...? No, you..."

Raydor solidified in a position where he stepped into the room and opened his eyes to the limit.

I was thinking of some familiar faces when I heard of guests from Wang Du, but what was there was an unexpected person.

In the impromptu reception room, a blonde woman in a light purple clean looking dress stood without sitting in a chair.

You can't forget if you want to, her name is Martina Marcel.

He was the only daughter of Rockwood Marcel, the Chancellor of the Kingdom of Zayn, and for Raydor was an intimate childhood tamer from an early age.

"... I didn't think you were coming. Well, you've come all the way to this country town."

It is a woman who would have been a partner had she not been chosen by the Holy Sword, and the voice of nature and Raidor also turns into a rugged one to reunite with a woman who has lightly abandoned herself to be banished to the border.

I exhale loudly to quell my high emotions as I desperately indulge in the fact that my right hand is about to reach for the sword that I have put on my hips, just in case.

"... sounds like a disaster, more importantly. Kindergarten?"

"Can't you call me Mertina, as you used to, Your Highness?

"... so? How the hell did you get to the border like this?

Ignoring Martina's words, he slipped on the couch somewhere, and Raydor snorted with his jaw to encourage her to take a seat as well.

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Meltina sits silently on a face-to-face sofa, looking straight at Raydor.

Behind her lies two knights, supposedly escorts. The knights are both dressed in luxurious looking armor, with decorated swords down their hips.

There's only one maid behind the opposing Raydor. Not even one of the escorts is here. This is a situation where we do not know which is royal.

(You've changed... and this woman)

After five years of months on the border, Raydor, who was once supposed to be just a child, grew up to be a first-rate warrior.

But Raydor didn't seem to be the only one who grew up, and Mertina is also changing from five years ago.

Originally an adorable beautiful girl, her appearance has completely transformed into that of an adult woman, and her slurring stretched nostrils, plump lips and large almond-shaped eyes are surprisingly appealing.

The body from the neck to the bottom had also turned into that of an adult woman, especially the two fruits on the chest, which were fruitful enough to drink saliva.

(Oh, shit! Why are you such a good woman!

Raydor bit off his back teeth and maligned himself with his heart.

A woman who once abandoned herself is growing into an incredibly attractive woman. I couldn't help but regret that.

Even the slightest stirring up of my passion for a woman I'm supposed to hate from the heart seems like an indelible stain for life.

"... you've changed. We've changed each other."

"Yeah, five years was a long time."

Raydor snapped in an unobtrusive tone, taking care not to be noticed of remorse. Meltina also responds with an emotionally unreadable voice.

The two, who were childhood tamers, often stared silently, and eventually Meltina opened her mouth first.

"I apologize for this sudden visit."

"Right... five years without a note, a lot of sudden visits"

"Regarding that, I will formally apologize from my father at a later date. Your Royal Highness"

"... I've been wondering about that for a while now, what's that called?"

thin, Raydor asks, even though he feels the answer. Mertina lay her eyes down for only a moment and immediately answered with her face up.

"Your Majesty... Your Highness Raydor's father is dead"

"............... right"

"Master Granard is now in office as the new king. His Royal Highness Raydor has thus become King's brother."

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Otherwise Raydor lays his eyes down on the answer he expected.

My father, the king, was still in his 50s and young, but he lay in a serious illness at the time Raydor was deported. Instead, it should be said that I lived well for five years.

Raydor closes his eyes only for a few seconds and prays for the blessings of his father, who never ended up seeing him again.

The expulsion of the young prince was a decision made by his brother and his proximity, who were acting for the king. The Father King was not involved in it, and there was no remorse between Raidor and the Father King.

"............... so you didn't come all the way out here to tell me that, did you?

After a short silent prayer, Raydor once again asks for the requirements.

My father passed away and my brother reigned as a new king. That must be a matter for the country, but I don't think the Wang Capitals, who haven't had a tone out for five years, will bother to come and tell us. There's got to be something to it.

"Now… I will convey my life to His Royal Highness King Raidor, His Majesty the New King Granard"

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"Laidor von Zain, the king's younger brother, immediately removed himself from his duties as lord of the pioneering city and asked him to return to the king's capital…"

"What...?

Raydor narrows his eyes and asks back in a frustrating tone.

With his swordswallowing gaze on him, Meltina stares back at him without any hesitation. Raydor deepens his eye insurance even further into his emotionally unreadable glassball-like eyes.

There was a sound of cacilli and some sort of part fitting in Raydor's head.

The gear of destiny moved again, and the Holy Sword Holder, who had been driven to the border, was lured to the tabular stage of history.