Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Well, let's say we make a fourth attack"

The morning after Raydor entered Fortress Blaine.

At the position of the Alslad Imperial Army, Western General Lt. Gen. Gracos Basen stroked his chin beard with his hand.

At the end of Basen's gaze standing on the hill is the appearance of a fortress to attack.

The last fortress to defend the king's capital of the kingdom of Zayn stands majestically at the mercy of the kingdom and stands in front of the imperial army.

Next to Basen is Colonel Dallas Safaris, his deputy. In the rear, there was also the figure of Ceilia Alslad, the Third Imperial Empress.

Whereas Basen is properly wearing his military uniform, Ceilia is misbuttoned up and down, and his shirt is coming out of the end of his trousers.

The brilliant girl's eyes were half-opened with trons and eyelids falling off, and she just said how awake she was.

"Also, let the battle in the morning be tiring. Why don't we start at lunch?

"Oh, no, if you're sleepy, you don't mind resting in the tent, do you? We'll take care of the hassle."

Says to Ceilia as she rubs her eyes with her hands to her extensions, with a cat stroke like Basen spoils her grandson.

"You can't seem to do that," Ceilia said to the general, who behaved like her real grandfather, pinching both her cheeks with her fingers and pulling them to drowsiness.

"For once, I'm supposed to be in charge of this army. Don't let Grandpa leave it all to you."

"Ho ho ho, how gratifying of you to labor your old body. Let's do everything we can to honor this Gracos, the princess."

"… so how do you attack today? General Basen."

"Mm... safaris"

Safaris watered down from the side to the two people who exchanged conversations like good grandfathers and grandchildren.

Being interrupted for a moment with the drowning princess, Basen stares at his deputy on the sidelines.

"Right...... I thought I'd attack you a little seriously today"

"Oh? Weren't you going to let me give you a break for a while?

Safaris frowns in surprise and asks his superior officer.

It was this Fortress Blaine attack, but the Imperial Western armies led by Basen had no intention of seriously attacking it.

No, should I say I don't need to attack?

In this war, the Imperial Army captured the majority of the eastern part of the kingdom by dropping the border fortress of Balmes in an extremely short period of one month.

This has led to the appearance of those among the nobles who serve the kingdom who turn to the empire, and the imperial scouts have already been released throughout the kingdom to proceed with their reconciliations.

In other words, preparations are steadily underway to chop the kingdom of Zain from the inside without forcing Fortress Blaine to drop, and the collapse of the kingdom without wasting the lives of soldiers is only a matter of time.

(Not to mention... we're not done destroying Zain. wear and tear out of the army, you'll be handicapped by 'next')

Safaris exhales softly, looking to the future after the destruction of the Kingdom of Zayn.

In the western region of the continent there are several small countries on the western side of the Kingdom of Zayn. Fighting them awaits after destroying the kingdom.

Even in terms of preparing for the next battle, the Imperial Army wanted to win without fighting as much as possible.

"And yet, how can you now launch a full-scale offense? Will it change the policy of the Zain offense of aiming for a political victory without being forced to fight"

"Hmm... I didn't mean to force Noon to fight either, but I think the air in the fortress has changed?

Basen stares at the fortress with a serious look on his face that spoils his grandson. Safaris sipped nervously in the face of the old general, who had been protecting the Empire for years.

"Until yesterday, the Royal Army defending the fortress had some kind of air that I gave up, but I don't think it's the same today. It's vibrant, it's breathtaking."

"Is that... related to reinforcements that entered the fortress yesterday?

I had received reports from objects watching Fortress Blaine that reinforcements from the Wang Capital side had entered the fortress.

Only five hundred soldiers entered the fortress. I thought it was a number that I wouldn't even take away and be alert to...

"Or maybe the key is the person who took the carriage and went into the fortress"

"Carriage...... no way!

Safaris opened his eyes. The young but supposed to have calm makes his face red in exaltation.

"Did the king, Granard Zain, enter the fortress! That would also convince me that the morale of the Royal Army would increase!

"Hmm... that's possible"

Basen agrees with his exciting deputy with his hands.

Until now, despite the crisis in the country, King Granard of the Kingdom of Zayn has never moved sitting in the King's capital.

But there's a good chance I stepped on it and raised my heavy hips that I can't win like this.

"If this fortress is dropped, the kingdom is over. I don't know if it just worked... but"

What would bother me is that I haven't heard anything from the nobles in the royal palace.

Some of the kingdom aristocrats who serve in the royal palace have already exchanged sleeping bonds aboard imperial manoeuvres, informing them of the situation in the king's capital.

There were no reports from them that the king had moved.

"Didn't they notice the turnaround? Or are you weighing it with us by deciding that the kingdom might bring it back?"

Safaris looked uncomfortable and threw up.

For Safaris, who are deeply loyal to the Emperor and his clan, the aristocrats who betray their lords as soon as they are cornered are the object of hatred.

Even if it worked to its advantage for its own country, it could not erase evil feelings.

"It could be the nobles of bats. A royal palace is more than a battlefield. It's the same in every country."

Basen sighs heavily, pointing some distant eye into the sky.

Basen was also involved in a conspiracy of imperial aristocrats and politicians in the past, with painful eyes. Sometimes I lost my belly-hearted men because of them, and I had no good feelings for those in power who presided over politics.

Ceilia speaks from behind to the old general, who looks like he dropped his shoulder.

"I'm not sure about the conspiracy or anything like that, but don't be alarmed. Grandpa."

"Oh? Does His Highness have something to think of, too?

Even if I have ever waved a sword on the battlefield, I have never spoken out to military policy or anything like that. To her sudden advice like that, Basen makes her eyes black and white.

"Yeah...... I don't know, Clausoras is making a scene just now. There's something about that fortress. Something threatens us."

Difference between hips A slight sword - "Hmm," Basen ruined his eyes to Ceilia, who said as he stroked the pattern of the holy sword "Clausoras".

"If His Royal Highness, the Holy Sword Holder, says so, let the word be worth the gold. If we don't inflict pain on the Royal Army before some of them can change the course of the battlefield... hmm?

There was movement at Fortress Blaine.

The gates of the castle, which had been so tightly closed, were opened, and soldiers came out of them.

The soldiers who came out of the fortress are building formations under the direction of commander-like figures.

"Out of the fortress!? Are you going to fight with us?!?"

Covert reports say roughly five thousand soldiers are packing in Fortress Blaine. The opposing Imperial Army is 20,000.

If it is still a caged castle in a fort or fortress, the empire will surely prevail if the number of advantages is the battle of the plains that divides victory and defeat.

(Bazel Garst is not an incompetent general so much that I don't know that! If so, did you still get the trump card for the resurrection of death!

"Safaris, hurry up, get this one in formation! We'll crush the Royal Army here!

"Ha!"

Safaris ran out with Basen's life.

The old general and the princess knight, left on the hill, stare beneath their eyes at the army of the kingdom of Zayn, which is building a formation of crane wings.

"Grandpa."

"I know. You can never be alarmed by this battle. In some cases, Her Royal Highness will be at the forefront."

"Yeah, because it's a holy sword for that."

When Ceilia gripped the pattern of the sword, a blue and white spark was emitted as Klausoras responded to the Lord.

"Until you know who the enemy trump card is, weigh yourself down. In case His Royal Highness is ever debated, we will be defeated at that point."

"Yeah, I know. But when the time comes, I won't hesitate!

Basen nodded with a tense face to Ceilia, who said fortitude with a boring chest.