Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Two weeks after Mertina came to Raydor to visit the pioneering city.

Darren Garst, the thousand horseman of the Royal Zayne Army, came to the pioneering city of Reid. Behind the young general who drives the horse continues a thousand soldiers led by him.

"Heh... you're moving faster than I imagined"

Looking down at the soldiers lined up outside from the top of the castle wall, Raydor snapped his nose.

We're going to welcome the royal family, even though they were banished. I thought I'd come here after a little more preparation, whether it was to take a calm means or extend to abusive means.

"That means our country is being hunted down... Your Highness Raydor"

Standing next to Raydor, Martina supplemented so.

The neck of the right-faced nobleman's warrant is worn with a collar for slavery, and thin chains hang from metal shackles.

The treatment as if it were a dog was too harsh on her, the Chancellor's daughter, but naturally because it extended to the disrespect of cursing the royalty.

"Our empire is being hunted down by an invasion of empires, and we no longer have the help to save His Highness besides... ugh!

"I will speak with whose permission. I don't remember giving you permission like that, do I?

"also, sorry...... higu!?"

Meltina's thin body made her jump victoriously, losing her strength and collapsing.

Mertina's white skin, with her hands on top of the outer wall and her shoulders trembling into small pieces, is slightly reddish, with a hot gasp leaking out of her rosy lips.

Looking down at her former fiancée, who could not have been more like an outburst, Raydor distorted her lips to mock her.

"You look pretty good. I wonder what the Chancellor will look like if he sees you now."

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To Raydor's mockery, Meltina bites her lips with regret and looks up at the young man, who is still in a nogging position.

Raydor didn't miss the fact that the blue eyes that glimpse into the upper hand do not only have a remorse for unfair treatment, but that the colour of a fragrant passion floats.

It was Mertina who failed in her attempt to detain Raydor by curse, but was captured the other way around, she was to be severely interrogated.

Mertina, who admits that it was her own discretion, not the order of the king or the prime minister, to curse her, stood up to a spoiled and intense interrogation and was to be treated like she did not seem to be an aristocratic warrant lady.

Raydor has already decided to be prepared to face his brother, the king, who will return to the king's capital to push him irrationally. Therefore, he greeted the information of kings and prime ministers so much that his hands could come out of his throat.

That's why I tortured her to gather some information from Meltina... but she never leaked any information with her mouth shut like shellfish.

(I don't care about this childhood taming thing, but this kind of place deserves respect. If I had any loyalty to my country, I'd grow up with a woman like this.)

Raydor nodded with admiration at Mertina, who had the kind of personality that painted the doomsday service.

What kind of education did the Chancellor give to create an iron lady like her?

That is of great concern, but I would like to avoid returning to my birthplace, which has become an enemy land without information remaining available.

Raydor decided to leave Mertina with Naemilia as a result of a headache.

'Mmm-hmm, I know all about women's cries. In a month, I'll tailor this girl to a dog loyal to your husband!

Naemilia, who said so and slapped her forcefully and fleshly thin breasts, lay all sorts of magic on the body of the imprisoned lady.

A curse that debilitates the spirit.

A curse that cuts off alertness and disobedience.

A curse that makes you defenseless against pain and pleasure.

And - the curse of exchanging words with Raydor and getting intense pleasure by being touched.

It was about a week ago that Namilia cursed Meltina, but the already benign spirit of the Chancellor's Lady was falling.

'Humans can resist suffering, but they cannot resist pleasure or happiness. No matter how well trained you are to be tortured, that won't change.'

It would not have been a pleasure for the noble courtier Mertina, who has forced her to live a chaste way, because she is attacked by pleasure close to intercourse just by being heard out by Raydor.

Eroded in spirit by the curse of The Witch of Ruin, Mertina's heart was steadily leaning towards Raydor's side, although her loyalty to the country had not yet vanished.

In fact, she has already cracked her mouth to a fairly deep part of the inside information of the Kingdom of Zayn. Although it does not reveal any decisive confidentiality, it is the difference between cloud mud when compared to the beginning.

'You still seem to be rebelling, but it's only a matter of time. In a little while, you'll be killing even your parents for your husband.'

Saying so and looking at Namilia smiling frankly, "Oh, I knew this guy was a witch," Raydor was convinced.

"Well... the knight picked me up as planned, but I guess he really doesn't have any hostility towards me, does he?

"Nku...... of course, it is. His Majesty the King commanded His Highness to bring him politely if His Highness were to return to the King's capital... Ah!

Granted permission to open her mouth, Mertina answers Raydor's question, shaking her body with pleasure.

"Not to mention that Darren Garst Thousand Horsemen are innocent... never disrespect Your Highness!

"Humph, you're talking nonsense."

Raydor put a terrible grin on his face and looked down at the knight who had entered in front of the castle gate.

No matter how clean and white he was, he must be an enemy to Raydor just because he pledges allegiance to his brother King Granard, who banished himself.

(I will swallow everything, devour it, and take back what has been taken from me. Prepare yourselves!

"I'm Darren Garst. By order of His Majesty the King, I have come to receive His Royal Highness King Raidor! Please, I need you to open the gate!

Not knowing Raydor's determination, Darren lifts his voice.

Raydor sent signals by hand to make the castle gate open.

Not knowing it would be a branch of the kingdom's history, the cavalry led by Darren came into the pioneering city in a relaxed foothold.