Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

I locked myself in a room with Meltina in custody since then and threw the two knights out of the pioneering city.

I don't know if it's lucky, but the knights didn't suffer any life-threatening injuries, and no further treatment would have been necessary if they had taken one potion of recovery pills at a time.

The knight has a simple memory manipulation by Namilia, and the memory that Raydor is subordinating one of the "Six Witches of Ruin" has been altered.

The power of Namilia is something that the kingdom of Zain does not grasp, and can be a trump card. There was no benefit in being known to the man on the brother king's side at the moment.

I see, did that happen by the time I got here?

"Yeah, but I don't think that would have happened if you'd come sooner."

Raidor spit poison of sarcasm at Zaphis Bartolomeo, who finally came at the end of his discussions with Martina and at the time he kicked the knight out.

to the words of his disciple. Zaphis says back with his lips distorted.

"I don't know what else to do! Unlike the decorative lords, we're busy!

Zaphis grabbed a wooden cup placed in front of him with a rambling hand and drank the gokugoku and the liquid inside. And he said, "Buffoo!" and spit out half of that on the floor.

"Damn! What the hell!?"

"Excuse me. You've got the wrong amount of tea."

Namilia smiled and mopped away the rather thick tea that Zaphis scattered.

Zaphis speaks horribly to the maid who cleans the floor with a pale face.

"Uh... hey, are you mad?

"No way, I'm not mad at either of you for overlooking your husband's crisis, or for decorating your husband. -

"Ugh..."

Namilia's expression was a gentle smile, but from its shadow a youthful face of anger was hidden.

Zaphis coughs with Gohon, letting his face snap.

"As it were, well, I'm glad you're okay. That's how you agreed to return to the king's capital?

"That bothered me, too. Is your husband a dm to follow the demands of those who purposefully cast themselves out?

"Who's the Mazo! I have an idea for you!

Raydor goes back and exhales all the time.

"Don't even think about it, no matter what the thoughts of the royal palace people, you can't leave the Alsline Empire alone, can you? If the Empire destroys the kingdom of Zayn, it will naturally uproot the royal human race. I'm irrelevant. Then I can't stay."

You may also be able to explain to your brother king that you have been treated cold and ask for amnesty, but there is no such thing as an assurance that the Empire will accept that.

If you look at it from the Empire, you have no advantage in keeping the royal family of the destroyed enemy alive. It's much more likely to end up turning down hindsight worries.

Either decapitation or burning should not be treated as loco.

"Besides, this is also a great opportunity. Granard will have to give in to this request if it is now in time of war, and he will be able to steal aid from this town."

The pioneering city serves to prevent the influx of demons from dense forests in the south of the Kingdom of Zayn. Nevertheless, the town's operations are carried out by loans for gold and adventurer guilds that sold demonic materials.

There was no aid or anything like that coming out of the royal palace.

"... is that really all? You're not gonna take revenge on your brother, are you?

Zaphis frowns and inquires.

Knowing Raydor when he was sent to the border, Zaphis knew full well how beaten and hurt he was by the betrayal from man that the young prince believed in.

I suspected he was going to take advantage of the war to return to the king's capital and avenge his brother's king.

"Revenge, or..."

To the man's questioning, the master of the sword, Raydor turned a distant eye out the window.

I have hated my brother Granard for betraying himself.

I have resented Rockwood Marcel and Basel Garst for their proximity.

I've even disgusted the kingdom of Zayn, who drives himself to the border and keeps him at peace by treating him cold.

"But... that's not what I'm talking about."

Still, Raydor wasn't going to swear and take revenge or anything.

If Granard would leave me alone, I thought it wouldn't matter in my lifetime of continuing to fight demons in the land of the border.

The pioneering city of the border was full of danger and commotion, but thus there was the pure truth that the strong survived, and that suited Raydor's skin.

"If my brother would leave Granard out of my business, that's fine. But if you're still taking it away from me over this period, you have to fight it. I will never let them take it from me again."

"... right"

"I'll squirt with you everywhere! Master!

Hearing Raydor's determination, Zaphis nodded heavily. Namilia also pinches the edge of her skirt and smiles her head down again.

"This is a fight to protect my pride. I'll take back what's been taken. I will not condone the one who took it. The Empire and Granard will crush you both."

Consolidating his burning flame-like determination, Raydor glanced at the northern sky visible through the window.

On the other side of that sky - in the royal palace of the kingdom of Zayn, the holy sword being kept dead cried with a high voice as it called the Lord.