Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Were you going to do that from the start, Mertina"

Black chains tighten Raidor as snakes crush their prey.

Raydor asks in a quiet tone as he bites his back teeth into the magical restraint that squeezes his limbs with the guillotine.

"I don't want to do this if I can. It's not a lie."

With her questioning turned, Martina tilted her thin neck with a troubled look on her face.

"Still, because I am the daughter of Rockwood Marcel, the Chancellor. We have a duty to get our hands dirty for this country and throw everything out if necessary."

"Because you're the Chancellor's daughter... you said that five years ago"

"Well, when was that? Anyway, it's all for the future of the Kingdom of Zain. His Royal Highness King Raidor will accompany you."

As Meltina raises her right hand, the knight of the escort moves forward. One of them was made unconscious by Raydor earlier, but the knight is left with the other.

No matter how strong Raydor has survived the harsh border, there is no way he can win with his limbs in captivity.

"You force me to take you all the way to the King's Capital, and so you think I'm gonna fight for you guys?

"There it is, Your Highness. In the worst case scenario, use slave magic. But you will fight."

"Slave Magic... How far are you guys...!

Slave magic is a form of spell, magic that forces others to serve by embedding shackles in their souls.

It is only used by some human beings, such as sinners and captives, if they are meant to be, not to mention those who have committed no sins whatsoever...... not by any means against royalty.

"As a former subordinate, and as a fiancée, it is a favor. Please don't get caught like this."

"Are you convinced you're my fiancée? I'm sorry, but I'm not going to give in to you again... Namilia, even moxibustion the Cucumber to a rude guest"

"Yes, sir. Ladies and gentlemen, I will not tolerate my wretchedness to the Lord!

There was a man advancing in front of a knight trying to take Raydor. It is Naemilia, a maid girl who has been holding back behind Raydor ever since the discussion began.

Neimilia stood in front of the knight with her hands wide open, staring straight at a knight who was one or more of her heads bigger than herself.

The knight frowned at Namilia, an obvious non-combatant, not even an escort.

"Won't you leave, my daughter?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"As a knight, I don't want my round back daughter to get hurt..."

The knight exhaled with apprehension and reached for the shoulder of the standing Namilia.

A woman's thin body and other knights who make battle a business will be pushed away easily.

But...

"I won't allow your husband to have a hand. That's what I'm saying!

"Become...!?"

A stormy stream of magic erupted from Namilia's body. At the same time, the silver hair of the length that reaches the shoulders is like a creature, while the eyes glow golden as the full moon.

It was as majestic and horrible as a goddess appearing in mythology, and so beautiful that her spine trembled.

"I'm tying your husband up and whipping him. There's only one person you can hang on to, Naemilia! To a milky fat woman like you, I don't remember allowing that!

"Guaaaaaaa!?"

A magical force bursting with violent momentum jumped the knight with physical force and slammed him against the mansion wall.

The simple wall is lightly breached without even being able to receive the man's body, and the knight rolls down the ground in a gobble.

"Phew...... to this extent my husband and SM play and I have one stomach ache! At least they're coming back out in bondage fashion!

"No, what are you talking about? You"

Namilia poking her finger at Bisili and Mertina. Raydor puts a penetration with a bitter look on his dependable and tense squire.

Meanwhile, it was Mertina who was witnessing such an unbearable exchange, but she was stiff with her eyes blinded by Namilia's hair and eyes.

"Silver hair, gold eyes...... no way," six witches of ruin "!?"

Mertina's face, which had always disguised herself as calm, distorted into a stunned look at the transformed figure of Namilia.