Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

There's no one like you who loves witches. I've never loved you. "

"Hiuu............!

A cold voice ringing in my head. To the blade of words that tore him apart, Namilia jumped momentously like a spring trick.

There is dark darkness spreading around. When you gaze at night, it is a room in the mansion you are accustomed to seeing. Namilia was lying on the bed.

"Hey, did you fall asleep... you shouldn't, the maid sleeps without waiting for your husband to return, etc..."

Namilia turned her attention to the pendulum clock on the wall.

There are no lamps or candlestick lights in the room. Still, if you were Namilia, a witch as good at night as a cat, you could see the clock needle without any problems.

"Is it midnight already? Master, it's too late today..."

Namilia snapped anxiously and chewed the duvet all the way.

Reydor, who had decided to return to the Wang capital, had been discussing it with leading players in the pioneering city day after day and late at night.

No matter how decorative it is, a lord with the ultimate power of decision is away from town. There were a lot of things I had to take over, starting with what to do when things happened.

Though time has already gone around the middle of the night, there's still no way Raydor's coming home. Mertina, who had been captured as a prisoner, had already been transferred to a criminal holding cell in the guild, and Namilia had just been left alone in the mansion, which was not even very large.

"Ugh..."

No matter how late it is, my husband will be back before morning.

While that was known, Namilia was unable to contain the feelings of anxiety that sprang up in her heart.

With Momogu chewing the duvet, he growls in tears.

Being alone in the dark like this reminds me of the days of hell I once was.

Behind Namilia's brain, her memories were refreshed when she met Raidor, who later became her husband.

"The Six Witches of Ruin"

It has been the name of a monster that has appeared in human history for hundreds of years and is every now and then about to destroy the world.

First Daughter - 'Flaming' Witch, Arkesha

Second Daughter - 'Water' Witch, Carmelan

Three Women - 'Wind' Witch, Hoofool

Four women - 'dirt' witch, Ottoman

Five Ladies - 'Dark' Witch, Namilia

And the Great Mother - The Witch of 'Light', Glass Lead

It was two years ago now that Namilia, one of the demons of that disaster, met Raidor Zain.

Kingdom of Zayn, a country of the western part of the continent. To the south of it was a vast sea of trees that stretched over a fifth of the land.

It is a tree sea on the periphery where a vast amount of mana blows from the dragon vein and continues to drain powerful demons from mutations.

And deep in that sea of trees. There were old stone ruins to hide in the depressed and growing trees.

The ruins that may have been in that place since any given time have been magically sealed off from the outside, and many people are firmly refusing to enter.

"………………………………… more"

Inside such a ruin, Namilia sighed.

Namilia's two hands and legs are restrained by chains suspended from the ceiling and wall. Its body was not wrapped in a piece of cloth cut, and it was fully exposed to white nakedness in the darkness without a glimmer of light.

Naemilia's nudity knows no dirt like virgin snow untouched by anyone, and the silver hair that flows off her head is as beautiful as a refined silver workmanship. The colour that dwells in the eyes is golden, emitting light as the light of the full moon floating in the night sky dwells, illuminating the darkness with blur.

It was in itself a Namilia who looked like a single piece of art, but no one appreciated its beauty in the ruins, where there was no gap between entering one ant.

Neimilia, the witch of "Darkness," lived hundreds of years in a ruin without light as it fell.

"............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I want to talk to someone."

pounding and such a twinkle leaked out of Namilia's mouth.

For Namilia, the witch who directs' Darkness', the darkness of the abyss did not necessarily become a pain.

But I never met anyone, and the hundreds of years I spent alone were steadily hunting her down.

Rather, it would be better to keep it well. If I could just be trapped by myself in the darkness without light, I'd freak out after a week if I were a regular person. It's more unusual for Namilia to spend hundreds of years in such an environment while still maintaining a balance of mind.

But limits were also coming to such Namilia's mind.

A little shredded spirit over the centuries is on the verge of collapse, and without waiting for a few days her heart will sink into madness.

How could a witch named Neimilia have ended up with an unending captive - it goes back hundreds more years.