Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

It was the day after Leidor left the King's Capital that he arrived at Fort Blaine.

Apparently, Fortress Blaine has been attacked several times, leaving scars of vivid raids.

The Imperial Army had a position on a hill a little further away. Fortunately, the fortress did not appear to be under siege, allowing it to enter dignified through the western gate.

"Well done. Welcome. His Royal Highness King Raidor."

The first person to welcome me into the fortress was Bazel Garst, the head of the unit guarding Fortress Blaine and general of the Kingdom of Zayn.

"Oh, it's been a long time. General Garst."

"Yeah, it's been a while. Your Highness."

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Raydor had a heap of things to say.

Garst had a heap of things to say.

But they don't put it in their mouths. They bump their gaze straight into each other.

I feel a nasty vibe from the two people who flirt with each other, and behind Raydor, two people, Namilia and Darren, stiffen their expressions.

They've been staring at each other for decades.

"Hmm."

"Hmmm......"

Eventually, I turned a blind eye to neither.

Raydor snorts with a cynical cold smile and Garst slightly loosens his appearance like a pigeon.

"You've done a great job. It's a brilliant warrior face."

"You look a little old, don't you think? It's time to think about retiring."

"Pfft, if this battle is successfully over, think about it. Then go back."

The reunion of the exiled prince and the general involved in the exile was painfully ended with a soothing air.

Slowly lowering his right hand as Namilia was preparing to strike the magic, Darren also lifts her hair up exhaling in relief again.

Raydor and the others were led by Garst to a room in the fortress, where they could proceed but sat down in a chair.

"Well... once again, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your support from the far side"

"I don't mind, my brother's gonna give me plenty of money to squeeze."

"How are you?"

Reydor, sitting somewhat on the chair, naturally puts his legs on the table.

Though his toes were shaped to be pointed at Garst sitting face-to-face, the older general flushes an overly disrespectful attitude.

"So, what's the status of the war?

"The Imperial Army is attacking the Balmes Fortress, the northern border, a month ago, and then stabilising the Eastern nobility. They attacked Fortress Blaine about a week ago."

What was spoken from the General's mouth is about the same as what Darren had heard beforehand. It was the first ear that came from there.

"In the course of the past week, the Empire has launched three attacks on the fortress. So far, it's been able to hold up without much damage."

"Only three times? You've been attacking me for a long time."

Raydor, hang your eyebrows suspiciously and blur.

Until his arrival at the fortress, Raydor expected the Blaine fortress to be one that was under intense attack day and night under siege by the enemy.

But when we got there, the Imperial Army had a position on a remote hill, and he said he had only launched three attacks.

That is the rate of aggression that can even be called dull through a long time.

"You might want to think about it. However, the Imperial Army seems to have their own ideas."

"Hmm?"

Raydor urges Garst ahead as he arms himself with his ideas.

"Apparently, the Imperial Army hates the depletion of soldiers. If you try to force down a fortress in a short period of time, that's all you'll do. You seem to be daring to avoid it."

"It's a long fight. I don't know the rationale, but prolonging the battle in vain would just cost us soldiers. Besides, if we keep this up, it's gonna be winter, okay?

On several occasions in the past the Empire had attacked the Kingdom of Zayn, but always pulled it up before it was winter.

Because we will really need manpower during the autumn agricultural boom, and in winter, the army will be unable to move because of the cold.

Although the kingdom of Zayn is not so much a snowy area, the more the empire becomes snow makeup the more it has to be said in winter. If we are cut off by snow from the supply route for our troops, the army will just wait to starve and wither.

"As His Highness said, most of all. But not in this case."

Garst shook his head sideways abominably.

"The Imperial Army has already treated the Garst fortress as its base. In the winter, it will be easy to snooze the cold if you have a base."

Garst spread the map over the table and tapped the border fortress in the center of it with his index finger.

Then circle with your fingers to surround the eastern part of the kingdom between Fortress Balmes and Fortress Blaine.

"Furthermore, the Imperial Army has already kept the eastern part of the kingdom under occupation. If you collect it from the areas you put under your control, you should also eliminate the hassle of bringing the food in from your home country. There's no reason for the Imperial Army to come to a short-term showdown until they lose their soldiers."

"I see... the eastern part of the kingdom is hell when winter comes"

Raidor shook his head in sympathy, thinking of the villages that were relentlessly plundered by the Imperial Army. Garst snorts heavily as he agrees.

"We welcomed His Royal Highness not to do so. His Royal Highness King Raidor... I know that His Highness is angry with us. But we no longer have any other way to help you. Please help us protect the Kingdom of Zayn."

"Father..."

Garst lowered his head deep enough on the table. My son Darren opens his eyes to the mysterious appearance of a strict father.

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Raydor narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared into the back of the general's head as he kept lowering his head.

"... If Granard had behaved like that from the beginning, we might still have been brothers. I don't know what else to do."

"Your husband..."

The whispering and crushing words of the worm's wings reached only Namilia, who was beside him. The maid clothes girl pinches the end of the Lord's clothes with care.

"Mmm..."

Raydor slaps the girl's hand pinching her own clothes all the time saying she's okay and turns back to Garst.

"I don't mind helping...... you just do. You bowed your head properly and apologized, so let's show some sincerity. General Garst, if you accept one condition, I will make your wish."

"Whatever."

Garst responds to Raydor's words without interrupting his hair. Raidor pokes his demands, admiring the general's discipline with his head down.

"I hope you won't be my enemy when this battle is over. That's all."

"It's..."

"Regardless, I have a contract with my brother, so I'm going to fight the Empire even if the general doesn't make demands. But if the general promises me, I promise he will bring victory with minimal damage without any clue. You can swear by this holy sword."

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Garst starkly skewed his face back at Raydor as he stroked the pattern of Darinslave.

Originally, Garst has no intention of hostility to Raydor. But daring to push it means Raydor does something that could turn Garst against his enemies.

Understanding the hidden meaning behind the word, Garst is often troubled.

loyalty and integrity, the pride of samurai, and disobedience to the empire. Various things gritted on the balance in his head, and eventually Garst led one answer.

"I am a samurai serving the kingdom"

"Right."

Raydor hangs his lips up sarcastically. Get out of sight to see if the negotiations have failed.

But Garst's words had a continuation.

"But... if there is no more country to serve, there is nothing loyal or faithful. If Your Highness is going to save your country, I offer His Highness the same loyalty as His Majesty Granard."

"Hmm..."

loyalty equal to that of a king.

That is to say, a statement of intent to remain neutral without attaching to either if Raydor were to contend with Granard.

(If the kingdom's strongest generals don't turn to their enemies, that makes it pretty easy to do. That's good enough)

"Fine. This Raydor Zain, I swear, will bring victory to the Royal Army. To the Holy Sword Holder of the Empire, etc., never lag behind."

Raydor rises from his chair and declares his victory with perseverance.

Garst knelt on the floor and bowed his head deeply to give allegiance to the young man who would have been a hero.