Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

And a few days later. Raydor stepped into King's Capital for the first time in five years as he was rocked by a carriage.

The township of the Wang capital has not changed much from what Raidor knows. However, the number of people crossing the boulevard and the number of stores lined up to the left and right of the road was clearly diminishing, and the whole capital felt somewhat shadowed by darkness.

(I guess I can't help but feel bad about the air because it's during the war... isn't the war situation fragrant?

If the war situation were to prevail, people's faces would not be darkened so far. Their faces must be sinking so far because they feel the kingdom of Zayn is being hunted down by the people.

Raydor glanced through the carriage window and anticipated the battlefield that way.

If that's all the kingdom of Zayn is being hunted down, he could also call himself back who would never want to see his face again, he said.

"We will take you straight to the mansion. Your visit with His Majesty the King will be tomorrow, so relax and tire your journey."

"Mansion? Aren't you going to the royal palace?

To Darren's explanation, Raydor frowned.

I thought they were going to take me straight to the royal palace, but where are we going to take them?

"The royal palace has many things to put in, so we have prepared a mansion in the aristocratic district for His Highness. Use your mansion during your stay in Wangdu."

"... I see. You're not trusted at all."

Raydor distorted his lips abominably.

Although Raidor was banished from the King's capital and sent to the border, he was not even taken up as a royal. Therefore, I just thought sleeping at the Royal Palace was something to do.

But the brother king apparently neglects his brother so much that it's unforgivable.

Are you afraid that Raydor will rebel and fall asleep, or do you just really not want to see your brother's face? Although I'm not sure why, I don't even seem to want to put it under the same roof as myself.

"No, it's never like that..."

"You don't have to fix anything else. I've known for five years that my brother hates me."

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Raydor looked out the window and said softly. Darren lays her eyes down with a sinking face and pushes her to silence with sorrow. Only the noise of a long silence engulfing the carriage and rattling and wheels scratching the ground keeps ringing.

The carriage continued to run for a while, eventually reaching a section lined with nobles and leading merchants' mansions. The crowd dwindles and the quiet air envelops the neighborhood instead.

The carriage takes the aristocratic city to the back and eventually stops in front of a huge building.

"And we arrived. This will be your mansion."

Speak like Darren couldn't stand the silence. One of the knights that was surrounding me gets off the horse and opens the carriage door.

Following Darren down first, Raydor and Namilia go outside.

"Heh... that's quite something"

Looking up at the large mansion standing in front of him, Raydor sighed with admiration.

The mansion is nestled in grand aristocratic mansions, with vast gardens blooming with maintained plants and seasonal flowers. The white yarn walls and blue painted roofs were cared for with considerable effort, and I didn't see any stains.

If you want to buy so many mansions for money, your tax revenues for a year in a pioneering city could blow up.

(I see... the inside of my brother's chest looks clear)

Looking up at the magnificent and luxurious mansion, Raydor guesses what his brother King Granard thinks of himself.

I fear and neglect Raydor, but I therefore do not want to enter the royal palace. But still, I want you to lend me your strength, so I'll give you sweet candy.

The malice of wanting Raydor to disappear and the intention of wanting to hand the Holy Sword holder. Must be grinding with two conflicting emotions on the scale.

"I guess you can do whatever you want with this mansion"

"Of course it is. Your Majesty tells you to use it as you please."

"Well, let me do that."

Raydor casually stepped into the door that the knight had opened for me. Behind it follows Namilia like a shadow.

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Two emotions of anxiety and hope were also shaking in Darren's eyes, staring at the backs of the two disappearing into the mansion.