Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

The day after watching with his brother King Granard to regain the Holy Sword, Raydor had just set out for Fort Blaine, the arena for the battle against the Empire.

On the offering of Raydor is the soldier of Darren Garst Thousand Horsemen and his men as well as when he came to the King's Capital.

Granard never even came out to drop him off and remained stuck in the castle.

"That would be natural. That happened yesterday."

"Maybe... but I think it's up to the king to take care of the table, even if it's a lie."

Raydor was still in the carriage today facing Darren to the battlefield.

I think we should go riding instead of a carriage because we are going to march out, but apparently that is something Granard disagreed with.

Apparently, Granard wanted to avoid as much as possible the exposure of Raidor, who became Holy Sword holder for both his fame and his people.

"You don't have to be so scared. It's unusual to be scared of me."

"Again with the king..."

Darren shook his head as he looked at Raydor's ramblings and realized it was useless to say anything with his mouth.

"... for His Majesty admires the Founding King. That's how hard you look at the power of the Holy Sword."

"Hmm... enough to banish my brother for that. I guess I'm looking at it very heavily."

"... By the way, why are you still bringing your maids today? That's just dangerous, I suppose?

You wanted to change the story, Darren turned to Namilia sitting next to Raydor.

Sometimes going to the battlefield, Raydor is dressed in cladding and armor, but Namilia is as much a maid of honor as she was yesterday.

"Apron dresses are maid of honor combat clothes! If you're going to the battlefield, there's nothing more to wear!

"No, I'm not dressed, I'm asking why you're here in the first place..."

"Don't worry about Namilia. Let's talk more about war than that."

Raydor interrupted the futile conversation and cut to the point.

"Talk to me first from the current state of the Royal Army. I hear you're cornered by the Empire, but how much difference does it make exactly?

"Right...... first of all, the Royal Army's power, but the total number of soldiers packing in Fortress Blaine is 10,000. My father, Basel Garst, commands it."

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Raydor's one-eyebrow moves pickly by the name of Basel Garst. It was one of those who had once banished himself.

Darren had noticed such a change in the king's brother, but he would not even follow a snake that he knew was lurking.

"The strength of the opposing Imperial Army is 50,000. Twenty thousand of them are directed at the suppression of nobles with territory in the East, so thirty thousand soldiers are attacking the fortress. The difference in force is triple."

"I see... that's more than you can imagine."

It would be like a nightmare if you tried to be a soldier in a fortress, such as forcing a cage castle on a triple force difference opponent without even guessing reinforcements.

If that is all there is to the state of war, it is also not impossible for Raidor, who was neglected and sent back to the border, to be brought back.

"But you don't know. How could Granard not move with such a single neck skin? Why don't you go out to the battlefield while you're in the king's capital?"

That has been a question since then.

The king stands by in a safe place and does not go to dangerous battlefields. That seemed natural, but it was bad in the current situation, where the country was on the verge of doom.

That's all the soldier morale will gain if the king goes to the front line, and the Kingsguard, the king's escort, will be able to mobilize, so his strength will increase extraordinarily.

It's only a matter of time before the King's capital is dropped if they pull out of Fort Blaine anyway. Shouldn't we not conserve our forces poorly and release them all at once?

"It's..."

Darren clouds his words at Raydor's question. Seeing that look on the tour, it was obvious that this young Thousand Horsemen had the same idea.

Darren was often lost and silent, but he eventually opened his mouth to the gaze of Raydor and Neimilia that could be directed at him, as he had given up.

"... His Majesty the King is never a coward. But that man is extremely afraid of the Holy Sword."

"Huh?"

"At the beginning of the siege of Fortress Blaine, His Majesty Granard proposed that he be surrounded by his own parents. But when I heard the enemy had a holy sword holder, I stopped traveling and stuck it in the royal palace."

"I don't know about war, but isn't it the king's duty to do what's best for his country, no matter what enemy he was?

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As Namilia tilted her neck and asked, Darren leaned down.

"... that woman is possessed by the shadow of the Holy Sword. Because you were not chosen by the Holy Sword, you have extreme fear and hostility toward the Holy Sword Holder."

"... that's an annoying story. What did the Holy Sword do to you?"

Raydor ironically distorts his lips and throws up.

He is hostile to the Holy Sword but therefore rejects his fruitful brother, he is afraid but therefore does not try to go to war.

When the holy sword is involved, that brother seems to become a foolish king for the most part.

"It's just a joke about saying it to protect the country and abandoning my brother and not being able to exhaust his dying power to protect that country. So you think I deserve to be on the throne?

"His Majesty the King... is a competent man. At least as far as politics is concerned."

Advocate that Darren has no excuse.

I can't help but hit the knight who recruits me in a desperate manner with any more accusations. Raydor glanced at him in a grumpy fashion, coming out of the carriage window.

(The Holy Sword is beyond the power of man. It is right as a person to be afraid of it. But......)

Reydor reaches out and touches the pattern of the pitch-black sword he was wearing on his hips.

Are you sensing the battlefield approaching, Darinslave was releasing heat as if it had been ablaze with fire.

(Don't be king because you were chosen by the Holy Sword. The Holy Sword responds to it because it should be king. Granard... If you were truly the owner of the King's vessel, Darinslave would have chosen you from the beginning)

In Raydor's hand, the pitch-black holy sword pulsed small to affirm.