Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"I'm sorry, but I'll say no to that"

"What...?

Granard raises his eyebrows pickly at the cold, unleashed word of rejection.

I guess you didn't think your words would be rejected. There is a surprising color in those eyes.

"I can't fight an empire, can I? Brother."

"... do you understand what you're saying? This is the king's life, isn't it?

Just because Raidor is the king's brother doesn't mean he's allowed to refuse the king's orders, etc. Because royalty is only connected with the king and blood, and it makes no difference to be subordinate at all.

Granard's eyes, who refused to give his orders, became steep as he saw them, and his fingertips trembling in the very small carvings of anger.

Rockwood opened his mouth instead when he saw the king who was about to yell at him now.

"My lord Raydor! It's disrespectful to His Majesty the King!

"I say so, Prime Minister. As Lord of the pioneering city of Reid, I have a duty to prevent the intrusion of demons from the dense forest. Isn't it abusive to give up that duty and go to the border opposite the territory you rule, and to fight without being given little time to prepare? How can things make sense, no matter how royal life?

"There will be no reason or anything when the country is about to perish! Don't you know what priority is?!?"

Raydor returns a chilled mockery to Rockwood, who screams at his usual calm.

"I don't think the importance of the task of border guarding will change, however much the difference is whether the other person is an empire or a demon. Or are there other lords besides me rushing to reinforcements from the south to the north of the kingdom? My memory tells me that it is the army and the Knights who stand up to the Empire, and the Northern Territory's leadership."

"It's..."

Lockwood gets slightly stuck in words. Seeing that gap, Raydor slashes it with a blade of further words.

"There seems to be a lot of territorial nobility on this occasion, but how much troops do you have out there? I don't think so, but it doesn't mean they haven't sent out soldiers by only serving me with no power other than adventurers."

"Huh...!

The neighboring nobles blurted at Raydor's words.

There was a large gathering of nobles serving Granard on this occasion, but many of them had not put forth soldiers in the name of 'policing'.

It really doesn't make sense that the royal Raydor can't refuse even though the nobles refuse to serve.

Between the sights, agitation and bewilderment cover up.

Some of the nobles in this room snort the words of Raydor as good, while others are making noise that they are disrespectful to the king.

In the first place, it is impossible for the royal fate itself to suddenly call back the prince who had been deported to the border and had been treated cold, ordering him to leave unilaterally.

Raydor was undoubtedly right, except that he ignored the national catastrophe of 'invasion of an enemy country'.

Lockwood becomes a reluctant look at the appearance of other aristocrats whose opinions are divided, and still manages to open his mouth again to persuade Raydor.

But Granard cut the fire before the Chancellor uttered the word.

"So? How do you fight the Empire?

The noisy aristocracy also quiets back to Granard's voice, who quivering his shoulders in anger.

Granard continues his words by cleaving the air of the silent sight.

"If you really don't want to go to war, you just have to come to King's Capital from the beginning. I guess there's some kind of condition... money? Status? If you want something, say it."

Granard's face, which comes with an abomination, has not had the grin he had earlier repaired. What dominates that look instead was the sentiment of contempt that licked my little brother.

Stared at him with a face that was not very, but not directed at his flesh parents, Raydor hung his lips up sarcastically.

"That's His Majesty the King. That's a quick and helpful story. Are you saying that you, the king, still can't serve unless you're good at reading people's minds?

"... say the demands. That's what I said? I'm not going to listen to you."

"I understand. So let me ask you what I want."

Raydor stuck his hand in his nose and removed the rounded parchment from the inner pocket of his jacket.

"If my brother will drink the terms written in this oath, I will gladly fight the Empire. If my brother, who became king, is going to ask for my poor little brother, who was driven from his birthplace..."

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When Raydor stepped aside like a clown, Granard was silently blamed. He turned his eyes and urged him to "read it now" extraordinarily.

Raydor shrugged his shoulder, staring at his brother king, spreading a round parchment.