Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Is...?

Whose was that dumb voice?

Those who were on the spot turned their eyes round to Raydor, who took down the conditions without showing any untraining.

"No, if you don't like it that much, I'm saying we take down the last condition. I didn't really want to be Prince Wang."

I said it in an obvious tone, and Raydor took the brush and ink bumps out of his nostrils. I spread the rounded parchment again and pulled a horizontal line on the last condition without hesitation to erase it.

"Ho, so the terms are the top four. So you're okay, brother?

"Ugh... right..."

Granard had revealed his wrath as much as the fierce fire had earlier, but as if he were a willow, his wrath is made, and he is drained of venom. With a flashing face, I accidentally agreed to Raydor's words.

"Well, well, it seems you've convinced me more than anything. Let's just get you to sign the vows."

(You know what, they do it...!

To Raydor, who glanced in his arms satisfactorily, Lockwood understood the aim of the king's brother.

From the beginning, Raydor didn't think Granard would give him the king's throne.

I dare to state the conditions to be denied, and if I get Granard's exorbitant as I aim, I'll take it down lightly.

Doing so made it easier for other demands to pass.

(His Royal Highness Raydor made a light concession on the terms. If you seem to press for further concessions by adding to it, they will look at His Majesty's vessel small)

Not all the nobles on this occasion could have sworn allegiance to Granard.

Some are trying to turn back on their enemies if they show a gap, partly because of the invasion of the Empire, although they follow Granard ostensibly, the king.

There was no way the king could show a narrow amount in front of those people who didn't even know when to betray him.

Granard seems to have come to the same idea as Lockwood, accepting Raydor's claim while looking sinister.

"... fine. I don't mind that condition. I'll have the national seal brought to you in a minute. Just wait."

"That's not true. Brother."

It was Granard who ordered his subordinates to bring him the seal of the king, the seal of the kings, but Raydor pushed it aside.

"We are blood connected brothers. Then make the contract the way it deserves."

"You think it's the right way to do it for your brothers? No way, you're gonna let me do it with a promise?

"I don't mind if my brother is relieved... well, let's just say we make a deal here with blood stamps"

"Blood Stamp..."

Granard wrinkled between his eyebrows.

Blood stamps, as their name suggests, are the use of your own blood to sign a contract. Although it is not publicly binding because it is not a means prescribed by law, the contract is heavy only because it uses its own blood instead of ink.

Disobeying a covenant made by blood stamps means nothing more than painting mud on the dignity of the soul.

"Your Highness... as you may say, I disrespect His Majesty Granard for his bleeding."

Not to mention disrespect or anything, but Rockwood comes to bitterness.

Raydor opens his hands with a sarcastic grin to the Chancellor, who has only had a heart attack since this glimpse began.

"Really? Indeed, my brother is a king at the top of this country. Though I'm royal, I'm just a lord on the border. There's a difference in position between Naruto and Heaven. But now we have to face the national disaster of invasion of the Empire together. Isn't it natural to reconnect your brothers' bonds?

"That's true... but I guess there's something called means"

"A blood connected brother makes his faith with a blood covenant. I don't think there's any better way to do this."

Raydor stuck his right thumb in his mouth and without hesitation bit off his fingertips with his dog teeth. And use the carroted blood to inscribe your name on salad and vows.

"Yes, I wrote my name. What will you do, brother?

"Mm..."

Granard looks even more rugged as he is poked at a vow engraved with red blood marks.

I don't hate to bleed. What about you? I felt like I was being provoked that way.

"Well, if you don't like how my brother really hurts, you can have regular ink. I won't force you."

"... don't make fun of me. Who is afraid of this extent? You didn't tell me not to sign it."

Granard ordered his samurai to bring a vow from Raydor's hand, and he chewed off his fingertips and wrote down his name in the same way.

King Granard Zain and King's brother Raydor Zain. The names of the two royal families are noted with blood.

The affidavit bearing the names of the two men was put back into Raydor's hands again, via the hand of the squire

"You won't be complaining about this, Raydor. I'll drink your terms. Like you promised to fight the Empire."

"Yeah, sure. The contract has been concluded………" Startup ""

"Become...!

Raydor snapped the words of the spell short. At the next moment, the vows are wrapped in black flames in Granard's hands.

Granard, who hurriedly releases his hand from the vows, but the blackflame that burns the vows is divided into two parts, which become fist-great fireballs and pierce each other into the chest of Raydor and Granard.

Raydor accepts blackflame without blinking one, but Granard, by contrast, suppresses his chest and rolls off the throne.

"Your Majesty!

Lockwood shouted stunned and the other nobles screamed. In the blink of an eye, he is instantly engulfed in anger and hustle.

"... Now the contract has been signed. My fangs are deep, Granard."

With such a loud voice that no one could hear him, Raydor twinkled, with a cold grin on his mouth.