Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your Highness, I can't help but notice that this Safaris is not very good at His Highness..."

"Ha!?"

Safaris shouted unexpectedly at the sudden transfer of responsibilities from Basen. Ceilia nods "I knew it," pointing her lips.

"Already! Get used to it, Colonel Safaris! I hear the Colonel doesn't like women, because he's one of those people I'm going to fight with. You can't do that on the battlefield!

"... Oh, my God, I'm so sorry for your loss. Your Highness Ceilia."

Safaris bowed his head to Ceylia, looking resentfully at his neighbor's superior officer.

"The Colonel is a good old man, too, so overcome your female haters and look for someone to marry. I have bad eyes, but the colonel doesn't look bad, and if you care about that, you'll find someone nice soon!

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Thank you for your consideration."

Even this turned into a sinister face, Safaris lays down his face and hides his expression.

I bash Safaris shoulder like that, and Basen cracks in.

"I'll tell this guy I'm tough. So please forgive me. More than that, you were talking about a war. I would love to hear your opinion from Her Royal Highness!

"Yeah, of course! I wanted to talk to my grandfather about the war, too!

"Ho, ho, that's good!

Basen loosens his cheeks sluggishly with nimanima to Ceilia, who approaches him innocently.

With such superiors sidelined, Safaris sighed at this sight.

(Here we go again...)

Safaris is not comfortable with Sailia von Alsline, the Empress and Holy Sword Holder. The very reason for this lay with the superior officer beside him.

The old general named Gracos Basen is a brilliant man with a valiant name throughout the empire.

Sometimes discreetly, sometimes boldly moving soldiers, the soldier ran out of brilliant words, so much so that he was called a demon by his enemies and a military god by his allies.

Since his youth, Safaris has admired a strictly benevolent Basen, so much so that he even wept and rejoiced when he was elected its deputy with the retirement of his predecessor a few years ago.

(The brave general I've always admired is also what this looks like when it comes to His Highness the Princess. Oh, not at all...... it's lamentable)

It was such a Gracos Basen, but only when dealing with Her Royal Highness Princess Ceilia does she feel sorry for herself as if she were an old man vulnerable to her grandchildren.

Every time I see Basen like that, Safaris feels asexually sorry for me.

"So, Grandpa. What were you talking about with the colonel?

"Um, I was talking about how we should drop Fortress Blaine."

Ceilia asked rather tilted her neck. Asked, Basen still cracks his mouth without one or two.

"The Fortress of Blaine has a more robust structure than the Fortress of Balmes on the border, with an examination that it is also a luxury when it comes to water interests, the stockpiling of troops. There 'll still be time to drop it."

"Not to mention it's General Basel Garst who's protecting it there. It won't be a glimmer."

"Yeah, it's that amazing. The enemy general."

Basen explains and Safaris supplements it from the side. Ceilia nodded as impressed.

"Whatever. General Garst has been guarding the border for twenty years, a fierce warring general. For the kingdom of Zayn, he's a good patron saint."

"Heh, is that more amazing than Grandpa?

"No way! I'm more determined to be amazing!

Basen answers Ceylia's innocent question in a murky way.

"No matter how fierce the general is, twenty is a younger young man than the eagle. Competent, though, within the kingdom of Zayn, a weak country. He's not our enemy!

"That's right, that's Grandpa!

"Uh-huh!

Basen with a chest full of praise for His Royal Highness the Princess. Looking at such a superior officer in white, Safaris opens his mouth with water.

"Nevertheless, it is also true that the patron saint of that weak country has prevented the hegemony of the Empire. Let this battle be easy."

"Yeah, then I'll take that guy's neck?

Say it like Ceylia is nothing.

"If I were you, I could go into the fortress by myself and pick that guy up, wouldn't I? That way, we'll win this fight, won't we?

"I won't! No such danger to Her Highness!

Basen yells angrily at his shoulder. The face of the old general is transformed into a harsh one, changing from the gentle face of the previous one.

"Your Highness, please don't do anything as reckless as you did at the Fortress of Balmes! I thought my heart would stop then!

In fact, it was Ceilia's great activity that the Imperial Army dropped the border Fortress of Balmes for a short period of time.

The Empress, the Holy Sword Holder, protruded unauthorized as the Imperial Army attacked the fortress, jumping over the walls with incredible physical capability and entering the interior of the fortress.

Ceylia, who jumped into the fortress, pulled out the holy sword and rammed around confusing his enemies, as a result of which the Imperial Army led by Basen broke where the defense of the walls became weak.

That lion's fast battle is just a hero. It was fitting as a holy sword holder, but it was like a nightmare for Basen, who drowned her.

"Your Highness, please promise me! We have to fight recklessly like that, we have to worry about this grandfather again!

"Yeah, that's..."

Ceilia is muddled by the sword curtain of Basen, but the index fingers of both hands together cloud the words.

I guess I was going to do the same with this Fortress Blaine offense, to see from how I was avoiding a clear statement.

"Hi-me... so...!

"Ahhh..."

Ceilia tears into an old general stuffed with an angry look.

Safaris shook his head like a sinking pain in the appearance of those two and put out a help boat from the side.

"His Highness Ceilia. It was a truly brilliant fight the other day in a pronounced battle. But... if His Royal Highness is all active, many officers, starting with us, will lose the opportunity to be active. Some soldiers take this opportunity to stand up for themselves, so I'd appreciate it if you could give us a hand?

"Hmm... if that's what you mean... ok"

Ceilia thought for quite a while and nodded slightly dissatisfied.

Although His Royal Highness is a brave character, he never wants to deprive the minister of his handles. If you put other soldiers out there like this, they'll know for sure.

Ceilia's cleanliness and mercy were unquestionably understandable, even if she was a safaris who did not like her.

"Instead, we will be sure to help you if Your Highness needs your help. Please be patient until then."

"Yeah, okay. Looking forward to it, huh?

"Uh-huh, that's the princess. It is the royal family that sends His Highness. It's a vessel of things that stand above people!

I honestly acknowledge Ceilia. Basen gently strokes its head and gives thanks to Safaris with eye contact.

…………

Safaris shrugged his shoulders and responded silently to his superior officer, shifting his gaze from the two to a fortified direction.