Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Welcoming by a thousand horsemen, Raydor Zain boarded the prepared carriage.

I left it to Zaphis, the guild master, for the pioneering city.

Before Raydor originally became a frontier sender and a lord, the ancient stock adventurers, including Zaphis, ruled the town instead of the lord. It would be possible enough to run the town without Raydor.

(Not that my brother or prime minister wouldn't do something crazy... I'd just like to believe he's not that stupid...)

The pioneering cities have a role to play in preventing demons from flowing from the dense forests in the south of the Kingdom of Zayn.

If we get our hands on a pioneering city in Heta, demons will flow inside the kingdom, and we will be sandwiched by empires and herds of demons.

Brother kings Granard and the Chancellor banished Raydor.

That may have been Granard's personal grievance, but it is in consideration of the emergence of the Holy Sword Holder that there will be a political dispute.

Although it's not something you can forgive if you try from Raydor, there's no question they're serious about trying to protect the country.

We shouldn't bother to destroy the country by doing things that harm the pioneering cities.

(Whatever it is... it's enemy territory from here on out. We need to keep our heads together.)

Raydor turns his belly again in his heart with a staring look out the window of the carriage. The young prince, who became a resolute eye, heard a voice that led him from next door.

"Sir, what's wrong?

"No... no problem"

Raydor responds with a gentle wave to the maid clothed girl.

Raydor, who tries to get into his brother's lap, who has ostracized himself, is the only one who is accompanied by him as a offering next to him. The young man of the Holy Sword Holder and the witch formerly known as' Ruin 'sit side by side in a carriage.

And it's a young man in his twenties sitting across from the two of them. He was the head of this unit, Thousand Horsemen Darren Garst.

"If you don't seem to feel great, say it right away. His Royal Highness King Raidor."

Raydor ironically distorted his lips to a young knight who glared at his complexion.

"Well, for once, I'm going to honor you as royalty."

"Naturally. You are undoubtedly the rightful royal family that draws the blood of the Zain royal family."

"Well... then, if I'm going to argue with my brother, will you take my side?"

"... Your Highness, please don't say much. Even if it's a joke, it's not all you can hear."

Darren complains in the face. Raydor shrugs her shoulders and laughs coldly.

"Forgive me for all this stupidity. He's dumped me as a useless prince and called me back at your convenience. That's as good as I thought, isn't it?

"… Your Highness. It may also be a privilege for me to say this, but His Majesty Granard sincerely hopes to reconcile himself with His Highness to face the Empire. Please, I'd appreciate it if you could draw that feeling."

"I don't feel like it, but I think it's a clear, casual statement."

Banish them to the border and cut them off because they became holy sword holders and got in the way.

Now that I need the power of the Holy Sword, I'm asking for reconciliation even though I didn't ask for it.

That's both Kingdom convenience. It is the unsolicited ego of brother king Granard.

(I wanted you to leave me alone. That way, you wouldn't have had anything to contend with in brotherhood)

"Namilia"

"Yes, I did."

As Raydor pointed to his throat and called the name of his squire, Namilia nodded with a smile.

I took a cup of water sac and tree from the bag I brought from the pioneering city and brewed tea in the carriage.

"Please wait while I warm you up"

"Oh."

When Namilia squeezes the cup poured with tea with both hands, Copocopo and the liquid inside becomes foamy. Eventually the aromatic aroma rises from the glass along with the hot air.

"Yes, I can. The milk... please forgive me for not answering yet"

"... don't say anything extra. Thank you."

"Oh, my God! Was your woman a magician?"

Darren opened his eyes in surprise to Namilia, who handed Raydor a cup of tea.

Human beings who can use magic in this world are called magicians.

There was supposedly only one magician in a thousand, often surrounded by the country and nobility as a precious talent.

(Magic...... it's unchanging magic too! How come so many magicians are on the sidelines!?)

Sometimes magician children are prone to inherit magical material, even if they don't serve the royal palace, and they don't have trouble marrying each other. All the more so if magic can be used without chanting.

I didn't know why so many magicians lived in the pioneering cities on the perilous border because I could choose all kinds of friendships from nobility, luxury merchants, etc.

To Darren, who is losing much of his surprise words, Raydor received tea from Namilia, laughing prankily and bitterly.

"What's up? I don't remember showing you anything so surprising?

"I see... we have a point. How His Highness brought one of her."

"Hmm?"

"There are not even ten magicians in court enough to use unchanging magic. If you're letting so many people serve as escorts, you don't need another escort."

Darren nodded and tightened the face that seemed honest to slight tension.

It was understandable that the maid named Namilia was a fingerfolding magician. The question is how did Raydor reveal it to Darren?

(Never wanted to drink tea, etc.) This is a warning......!

I have a brilliant mage on my side to escort me. So don't imitate me stupid.

That's what Raydor proclaims by sticking his finger out of his mouth.

(And... this also means His Highness doesn't trust us. This man does not believe in me, nor in His Majesty the King, nor in the shards. You accompanied me to the Wang capital, too, as I am not seriously trying to save the country. What the hell is the purpose...?

Darren thinks stuffily in silence. The more I think about it, the more my thoughts sink into the dark direction, and my worries fill up like I've been stuffed with lead in my gut.

Knowing or not the inside of such a young Thousand Horsemen, Raydor puts his mouth on the cup with a serene expression.

"Um, Namilia-brewed tea is still delicious"

"It's a waste of time. It was worth the extra honey."

"... foreword withdrawn. What the hell did you put in there?

Raydor and Naemilia begin their rhetoric in the carriage as if they were a couple of comics.

Staring at those two, Darren thought about Raydor's thoughts with a heavy face.