Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Kingsguard, capture the werewolf!

Chancellor Lockwood Marcel ordered sharply as he rushed over to the falling king.

He was a Kingsguard knight who was frozen by an anomaly that had suddenly occurred between the sights, but reflexively obeyed the order.

Three Kingsguard knights fly from left to right and rear to Raydor.

"Ha! It's late, it's late!

"Grr...!?"

Raydor grabs the knight's arm jumping from the right and uses his opponent's momentum to throw it away. It was the Kingsguard knight who was about to detain Raidor from the other side who threw him away.

The two knights were blown apart trying to fold.

"Huh!"

There is one remaining knight. Raydor releases a back fist without looking back at the Kingsguard knight who tried to strangle his enemies with wings from behind. A sharp blow, which added enough lumbar rotation, hit the knight's jaw painfully, shaking his brain hard.

"Gi, ah... Kisa, ma..."

"Go to sleep."

"Damn!"

A knight who falls at the forefront still manages to rise to capture the werewolf who harmed the king.

Raydor relentlessly stepped on the head of such a loyal Kingsguard knight, and now it's time for him to faint.

All three knights defeated in less than a few seconds will only be chosen as Kingsguards, the most elite warriors in the kingdom of Zayn.

Looking down at them falling like that, Raydor mourns and covers his face with his hands.

"The Kingsguard knight who protects the king is not to this extent. It makes sense that the country is dying."

"Your Highness! I want you to stop resisting any more!

Lockwood emits a warning voice while helping Granard wake up.

A soldier enters through the door when he hears the noise that occurred between the sights and surrounds Raydor in a far-flung circle.

"What have you done to His Majesty the King! This is a fine act of treason!

"Rebellion...? I just made a deal, didn't I?

"If you're not serious about answering, I'll detain you! It's unexpected that you will be treated as royalty, keeping so much to yourself!

No matter how strong Raydor was, there are many passives on this occasion. If the soldiers come together, they will be captured in any case. And what awaits us ahead is our treatment as prisoners.

Even though he can poke at such a future, Raydor doesn't break his ironic grin.

Watch with mocking eyes at the lockwood leaning against Granard's side, licking and dampening his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"If you can do it, you can try it. But if you're prepared to lose your master."

"What...!

"'Condition one, King Granard shall guarantee Leidor's security within the Kingdom of Zayn'"

"Is that... the wording of an earlier affidavit?

"Oh."

Raydor nodded at Lockwood, whose eyes narrowed surprisingly.

"The contract is already in place. Turn away and you'll be punished."

"No way......"

Raydor tells me to mock you. Lockwood understood what the rebels in front of him were going to say, and faded his face pale.

"Does that... mean you put a contract curse on me?

"Sire Granard......"

Granard wakes up and stares strongly at Raydor.

Granard was dressed like a king in lavish clothes, but his chest was burned down.

The peeled skin is engraved with a red crest like a baked one. It is a creepy pattern with snakes wrapped around a single sword.

"That's the thing. each other."

Raydor pulled his jacket again and made his chest rip open. An even muscled chest is engraved with the same crest as Granard's.

"Stupid things...... don't you see what it means to curse this me, the king, for what I've done?

Granard's voice was not only filled with anger, but also with questions and pity for his stupid brother.

'Curse of Contract', which forces certain actions, is a widely known spell and is used, for example, to punish criminals and subordinate slaves. That compulsion is strong enough that if you turn away poorly, you will even be punished to death.

But the curse is never permanent. It's something that you can disarm by following the appropriate steps.

"I don't know what kind of curse you put on it, but it will be lifted as soon as the court magicians get together. The only thing left to be done is your sins, Raydor!

"Maybe. But if I don't, I can't trust you. Brother."

"It's..."

"You feel discredited, don't you? It wasn't me who betrayed you, it was you, wasn't it?

I will no longer fix it. Raydor turns the blade of words to his real brother.

Granard, publicly accused of banishing him from the Wang capital to the border, narrows his eyes and wholeheartedly laments Reidor's stupidity.

"... if you do as I say, keep what you did alive, no matter how blind you were. Are you on track to be Holy Sword Holder? You were going to cross me to be king?

"Come on, what do you think? I'm not gonna explain it to you."

Granard went through anger to imitate Raydor whistling without hearing. For one thing, I even feel pity.

For Granard, Raydor is an abominable being chosen for the Holy Sword 'Darin Slave'. He was even an angry opponent for being a threat to his throne, a connected brother of blood.

That's not why Granard wanted to kill his brother.

If you really hated Raydor, you could have assassinated him without sending him to the border.

"... fine. I'll keep my contract. Whatever you take from the Empire, do as you please. I will also give support to the pioneering cities. But I will never forgive you for cursing me. If you leave the Empire, be prepared for the punishment you deserve!

"Right. Then I'll fight the Empire seriously too. I'm gonna save this country and show it to you, so you're gonna be on a big ship."

Raydor waves one hand with a leech and tries to get out of between his glances. Soldiers surrounding them make way for nature.

(Get ready? That's our line, Granard)

I have no longer declared war. There is no need to hide your hostility from the will of treason.

I'll take back what I took. The one who took it crushes it.

Never again, I won't let anyone take it from me.

Because that is Raydor's belief that he was deprived of his place and sent to the border, and pride that cannot be given to anyone.

"... I wasn't wrong to deport you to the border! The first king, who was the holder before Darinslave, also killed his brother and founded his country!

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With Granard's voice on his back, Raydor walked away from the throne room without looking back.

It was the moment when the two brothers drawing the blood of the Zain royal family made a decisive distinction.