Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

From the pioneering city of Reid, Sardelia, a regional city in a place straight ahead in the northern direction.

A battalion sent from the king's capital was stationed in that town, the logistical centre in the south of the kingdom of Zayn.

The heads of the battalions who rented the Lords' mansion had heard reports of knights returning from the pioneering city in the rooms that were serving as impromptu command rooms.

"... is that right, that's what happened"

When the Knight's report was finished, a man, commander of the battalion, sighed deeply.

The returning knight bows his head in a panic as he presses his forehead to suffer a headache.

"Also, sorry! I can't protect Master Mertina! Let this blame go......!

"No, that's fine. She's not coming back because it's within the limits of her assumptions."

The commander speaks in such a polite tone that he does not think it is intended for the average knight.

Failure to carry out escort duties, failure to bring Raydor to this occasion. There was no reprimand for either failure, and the commander's voice was so gracious that it felt unnatural.

"Huh...?

"You can step back now. Thank you. Rest and get tired."

"Ha?

The commander snorted with his jaw and urged the two knights to exit.

The knights tilt their necks at the words of their superiors. But there can be no complaining about the lack of punishment, and he quietly left the command room following orders.

Confirming that the two knights were leaving the room and the footsteps were getting farther away and smaller, the commander put his arms together with a sinking face.

"I didn't know Your Highness would accept the battle against the Empire... this is unexpected"

"If His Royal Highness King Raydor's brother is coming back at your will, isn't there anything wrong? Dear Darren."

A female knight, a deputy secretary, spoke to the commander who was showing a troubling appearance.

The commander's name is Darren Garst, who sits on the chair and thinks about it.

He is the son of General Basel Garst, one of the men who once banished Raydor from the King's capital, and the Thousand Horsemen of the Royal Army.

It's never all about his father, Conne, that Darren, who is only 25 and older, is in the position of Thousand Horsemen. Because that is all Darren's martial arts and command abilities are extraordinary and an indispensable force in the Royal Army.

Currently, Darren and a thousand soldiers from his ranks were stationed in this town.

The purpose of one battalion being gathered in this town despite the time of war with the Empire is to capture Raydor and force him to take him if he refuses to return to the King's Capital.

"Right... I guess you should be happy if you are..."

Darren twinkles in a polite tone that doesn't suit her position, wrinkling between her eyebrows and thinking.

Sarah Lifette, the female knight of the deputy, doesn't know how Darren is so troubled, she's lowering her brow butt like she's in trouble.

Without taking a glimpse of such a deputy's worrying expression, Darren sank into a deeper sea of thought.

(I didn't know Your Highness would accept your participation in the war... but what intention did you have to return only the knights by detaining Miss Mertina, who worked the wolf...?

By royal decree, King Granard sent out a messenger to King's brother Raydor to return to the King's capital.

But the truth is, I had no idea that Raydor would accept his return to the King's Capital.

Neither Granard, the king, nor Lockwood, the prime minister, is so much a flower garden that I don't think the exiled prince resents us for who we are.

I chose Mertina as a messenger, not because I thought I could persuade her if she was a childhood tame, but rather to incite Raydor's anger.

First we send Mertina in as a messenger, and if we can persuade Raydor, that's fine. If persuasion fails, activate the "Curse of Restraint" woven by a dozen court magicians to capture Raydor.

And - if detention by curse fails, Darren leads the army to besiege the pioneering city and detain Raydor on charges of 'murdering the Chancellor's daughter'.

In other words, the premise is that neither persuasion nor restraint by Meltina will fail. It was her plan to buy Raydor's wrath and assume she would be murdered.

(No matter how His Majesty the King decrees, there is no great name for detaining a royal family who has not sinned. That's why Miss Mertina was chosen for the sacrifice...)

Horribly, it was Lockwood, Meltina's father, who devised this ploy.

If restraint by curse succeeds, Mertina will be punished for the crime of cursing the royal family arbitrarily, and if she fails, she will be murdered by Raydor and used as a flag to capture the King's brother.

To the coolness of Lockwood, who even his own daughter tries to sacrifice for her country, Darren has learned the illusion that her body freezes.

But when it's over, Raydor agrees to return to the king's capital, and Mertina is being held captive without being killed.

It turned out differently than had been anticipated in advance.

"Right...... it looks like Miss Mertina didn't have to be killed either, and now let's assume this result is good. I didn't have to put a spear on His Royal Highness, Raydor."

Darren looked nothing like his father with a rocky appearance and shook his brilliantly neat face to the side.

Although there was an unexpected incident, it's not a bad thing if you just look at the end result.

I'm sorry about the captured Mertina, but it's far more than being killed as planned. Depending on the Prime Minister's negotiations, he should also be able to get it back alive.

I am concerned about Raydor's thoughts, but Darren's mission is only to take the King's brother of the Holy Sword Holder to the King's Capital. You can leave it to the King or the Chancellor to explore its insides.

Besides... Darren was never hostile or malicious to the poor prince who was banished to the border, although he had been ordered to capture Raydor.

On the contrary, I even have sympathy for Raydor, who is being pushed irrationally at the convenience of the country.

For the king's sake, he thought there was no stopping him from crossing his sword if it was for his country, but if he didn't have to fight, it was still something to rejoice in.

"... Shall we then prepare to pick up His Royal Highness King Raidor? Before His Highness changed his mind."

"Okay. I'll be ready to leave in a minute!

Sarah breathed relief at the superior officer who brightened her expression, leaving the command room in an exasperated foothold.

Dropping off that back, Darren held her chest by hand to contain the fearless anxiety that had sprouted in her heart.