Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Raydor's fist is slapped against the table. A simple wooden table broke from the middle into two pieces.

"Don't be ridiculous! It's a good idea to make people false. Fuck you!

It was an anger unleashed from the depths of the soul.

Raydor's deportation to the border was caused by his election as the holder of the Holy Sword Der Inslave in the first place.

Yet the man on his deported side persists in asking him to return because he needs the power of the Holy Sword. That unsolicited statement was not very much, but it did not contain emotions.

"I'm going to think of people's lives as what they are! I'm not your convenient toy!

"Your Highness! Please calm down!

Meltina's escorts rush into a stop at Raydor, who reaches for the sword pattern.

But from the right, to the knight who came forward in an attempt to contain Raydor, a puller released at a speed that was also inconspicuous to his eyes pierces his throat.

"Guru!?"

"Shut the fuck up! You want to be slaughtered and killed!

"Hih...!

Two knights escorting Meltina. One of them is hit in the throat and falls on his back. The other was hit with a fierce willingness to kill the stripper and stood as frozen.

The knight of the escort is trained and never weak. Still, if it is Raydor today, who has gained a lot of practical experience in pioneering cities, it is only an arm to the point of being slaughtered with bare hands.

Not to mention if it is Mertina, a noble lady. He would be able to strangle his thin neck with one hand and take his life like a hen.

Raydor makes sure the two escorts shut up and squeeze the sword pattern with his right hand.

"Mertina... answer with all your heart. You're telling me to fight? You want me to fight for you people who kicked me out of the king's capital?

"Your Highness... please calm your heart. This is for you, too."

"Well... try to explain. While I can contain myself."

Meltina's eyes look up at her angry childhood familiarity without blinking as she is "snapped" by the risen Raydor.

Seeing lips tightened by that determination, Raydor's head cools slightly.

"His Majesty the King says that any wish that Lady Raydor takes to the battlefield as Holy Sword Holder will come true. Not only will it be possible to regain its status as a royalty, but it will also be possible to obtain a more privileged territory that is not on such a periphery"

"Ha, you mean that!

If it was five years ago, it is a suggestion that I ate without one or two, but unfortunately it is something that is unattractive for Raydor today.

Raydor had already designated the frontier's pioneering city as his new home, and he had no desire to return to the King's Capital. Not to mention being transferred to other territories and so forth.

"If that's all you want to say, I'd like to wish you home. You can't call a man's territory such a frontier."

"That's not what I meant...... why don't you really go back to the King's Capital?

"Damn it, get out of here while I can reason!

"Really... then I can't help it"

Meltina lays down her eyes and sighs like she gave up.

Raydor tries to sound his nose and open the door to encourage him to exit, but peels his eyes when he sees something like a gem that Meltina took out of somewhere.

"You...!

"I don't want to do this... but I will detain you about Your Highness"

"Ku......!

What Meltina is squeezing is a red jewel. It was a magic item that could trap magic beforehand and be activated by time difference.

The red jewels shatter and scatter in Mertina's hands.

Chains popped out of the gem like snakes poked through a nest hole, wrapped around Raydor's body and tied him up.