Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Welcome back, sir"

He regained his holy sword and welcomed Reidor back to the mansion with a melting smile.

The expression as sweet and beautiful as sugar confectionery would captivate the opposite sex as well as even same-sex dreams.

"Oh."

Despite such a smile, Raydor's reaction is pale.

I reply softly, but my gaze is directed toward the 'thing' that is rolling on the floor, and I look suspiciously at the root of my eyebrows.

"What, that. Which one of you picked it up?

"I can't believe I picked it up! I came into the house on my own, so I just got rid of it for now!

Five men lie at the feet of Patapata and Namilia waving both hands.

The men dressed like bollocks, who will not be seen in this compartment where the nobles live, are all stripping their white eyes and blowing bubbles out of their mouths and fainting.

"So? Where are these guys? Which one?"

"Torture... depends on where you interrogate him, apparently an assassin hired by a nobleman in this country"

"Assassin... hey, did you just come after my life?

I showed him so badly in front of the king. It's not strange if you've been targeted for your life.

Has the king's breath-taking nobility sent in an assassin to fight the king's enemies?

(Still, don't move too fast. Even if Granard's men move, I thought it would be after I finished analyzing the curse I put on them...)

The curse that Raydor has placed on Granard is activated by Granard acting in breach of his covenant with Raydor. The very thing is to do harm to Raydor.

Wouldn't you feel too fast about anything, like attacking me before you de-cursed me?

"No, these people seemed to be me."

"You...?

"Yes, it seems you were going to take me alive and take me somewhere, didn't you?

Raydor thought a lot about Namilia's words, and eventually reached one conclusion and rattled his fingers patchy.

"Right, hostages!

Raydor is a brave man chosen by the Holy Sword and a good joker to say that he holds the fate of this country. There will be as many people in this country who want that power.

It is not certain whether their employer, the nobleman, was the one whose king's breath was breathed, or not.

Either way, he must have tried to keep Namilia in shape as a card for negotiations against Raydor.

"I see, that was a blind spot"

I didn't forget anything about Namilia.

But for Raydor, Namilia was not something to protect, and therefore the very idea of being taken hostage.

In the first place, the identity of Namilia is the demon who nearly destroyed the world called The Six Witches of Ruin. Though most of the power has been lost by hundreds of years of sealing, its power is not that of the ordinary man.

Even Raydor, who is protected by the Holy Sword, is a very unbeatable opponent without the power of Darinslave.

"I see... from now on I think I'd better put a guard person in the mansion. I'd like the adventurers of the pioneering cities to come if possible..."

The adventurer of the pioneering city of Reid is a trusted comrade of war who ate the same pot of rice along with Reidor. They are far more reliable than the beautiful knights who protect the king's capital.

However, they will have a role in preventing the influx of demons from the dense forests of the South and will not be able to leave the pioneering cities easily.

This is all the more so if Raidor, who was the supreme force of the pioneering city, is now leaving town.

(When the battle with the Empire is over, I have to confront my brother and... Granard next. I'd like at least a couple more hands and legs that I can use...)

That said, this is Granard's knee. There won't be many who take sides with Raydor.

It is not necessarily without the breath of Granard or the nobles, even if there were those who take an ostensible side.

(If it's possible, it's this battle against the Empire. If I get visible results here, even the people who betray Granard will show up)

To that end, we must leave an overwhelming result.

Winning is an absolute condition, but requires more overwhelming.

We must set up procedures to remove the heads of Darren Garst, the general, and other soldiers of the Royal Army.

(There is one neck to contain for that...... Drop the Holy Sword Holder of the enemy!

"That's right, Master Raydor. Bath or rice, which would you like? Or is it me after all? It's me, isn't it!?"

"I don't know when my brother's hand will attack me. I don't need night games for a while."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!?"

More stunned screams returned than expected.

Raydor glanced at his body loudly, keeping both ears down to too much voice.