Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Well... speaking of which, it looks like Marcel's daughter, who sent her as a messenger, worked disrespect?

After the reunion greeting, Granard cut it out as he remembered. It was with regard to the daughter of the Chancellor, Martina Marcel, who was mentioned as the topic.

Mertina, who was sent to the pioneering city as a messenger to bring Raydor to the king's capital, is now being held on charges of attempting to curse and detain Raydor. The figure was still in the pioneering city and was thrown into the chamber of the Adventurer's Guild managed by Zaphis.

"Yes, I did not wish to detain the daughter of the Chancellor, His Excellency Marcel, but I have deposited my personality because this is a matter. The Chancellor is willing to let you go and give it back if you want?

"... no, you don't have to"

Lockwood replied without changing his complexion to Raydor, who asked with a firm face.

"My daughter did an unforgivable deed as one who served the Zain royal family. I'm not in a position to beg for help because that's how I feel about not saving my country. Please, Your Highness, judge as Your Highness pleases."

"Heh, if that's what the Chancellor said, let me do that... okay? You must be my precious daughter with salt on her hands.

Raydor hangs his lips up mean enough to confirm. The opposing Rockwood answers flatly without breaking his stiff appearance.

"Regardless, Your Highness. My daughter is no longer from the Marcel family. If you want to boil, if you want to bake, do as you like."

".................. Oh, I admit it. I'll do whatever you want."

Raydor snorted boringly.

If Lockwood seemed to shelter Meltina here, it would have been a great opportunity to chase down disrespect for the royal family against the Chancellor.

If Lockwood had been disposed of, he could have sharpened the power of his brother King Granard even slightly, but apparently he wouldn't be so good.

(Well, because I knew this man was a man who could trump his body for his country. Isn't that amazing)

Raydor takes a sigh of giving up in his heart to change his mind early.

"So, brother. What business did you bring me back to King's Capital?

I had already received explanations from Meltina and Darren Garst, but Raydor dared to put that into words and ask. Granard, cut out to the point, shivers a pickle and a single eyebrow.

"As for that...... I'm sure you've already heard, the Alsline Empire of the East has invaded the border and attacked the Kingdom of Zayn"

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"The Empire has more strength than our country, and besides following this invasion with holy sword holders. Already the fortress of Balmes, the key to the border, has been dropped, and a third of the kingdom has been subdued. General Garst is holding us back, but as it is, the demise of the kingdom will be a matter of time."

"So... what does my brother want me to do?

Asking, Raydor clenched his fist firmly. The tip of my nail stabs me in the palm of my hand and a sharp pain runs. Still, I don't loosen the power of my hands.

(Come on, how do we get out? This is our last turning point, isn't it?

If Raydor and Granard could reconcile and join hands, this would be their last chance.

If Granard is going to bow his head and apologize, or the deep groove carved between them will fill a little too.

If Granard had spoken the words Raydor expected, at that moment, the brotherly bond would be completely broken. Restoration can no longer be achieved.

That's why Raydor drank his solitary spit and waited for his brother's words.

But - what was released from Granard's mouth was a ruthless word that wiped out all hope.

"Raydor Zain, Holy Sword Holder. Take Darinslave and fight the Empire to save the kingdom of Zain!

"Huh...!

Raydor bit his back teeth off and closed his eyes firmly.

At that moment, Raydor's thoughts on his brother, which remained only marginally in his heart, are shattered.

Granard drove Raydor to the border for his reign as king and from the jealousy that had taken the Holy Sword.

And without apologizing for that and repairing the relationship, I have forced my authority as a king to fight for the country unilaterally for the shield.

The relationship between the two is no longer a brother.

The user and the person being used. It became a relationship between a ruler and a slave.

(Well... my brother, Granard doesn't really think of me as his brother anymore, does he? You only think of it as a pawn worth using, don't you?

Raydor's heart cuts off as cold as a chunk of ice was thrown in.

The days of the intimate Shinjitsu I spent with my brother at a young age pass through my head. It also quickly disappears after being driven to a corner of my memory.

(If you intend to, I will not forgive you. I'll take what's taken back, whoever took it will smash it! I will never let you take my place again!

Reidle looked up as he cemented his will for a burning separation like the fireworks.

You control me?

You're kidding me!

A king who was not even chosen by the Holy Sword. How can a tiny king of vessels, who chose to let go of the Holy Sword holder out of jealousy for his brother, rule himself?

In Raydor's eyes, it no longer only seemed to be where the throne at the end of his gaze should be taken.