Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Meanwhile, at Fort Blaine, Raidor and Garst stood side by side on the walls.

Under the eyes of the two, soldiers from the Royal Army are forming themselves, ready to fight the Imperial Army in the field.

"But you're surprised. How dare you fight outside?"

Raydor says in an unexpected tone.

A higher number is more advantageous in war. There is no need to dare explain such a thing, it is common sense that even children can understand it.

How could the Royal Army, previously caged in a fortress and continuing to strike a defensive hand, have now set foot in the field?

"We used to cage castles because we had no other means. Your Royal Highness"

Garst replied, squeezing his face tight as though it were a

"Even if we fought in the field, there is no winning eye. The number is above the target, and the enemy even has the Holy Sword Holder. But now I have His Royal Highness the King."

"You're gonna give me a lot of credit. I'm a human opponent. It's a first line, right? This is my first time using the Holy Sword, and I'm under a lot of pressure to be counted on."

Garst glances sideways at Raydor, shrugging off his shoulders.

And keep explaining by diving slightly into your voice.

"Still, we have no choice but to call His Highness. Even if you stay in a caged castle, the kingdom will rot from the inside out."

"From the inside...? Are you a traitor?"

"More than I can count. And there's going to be more ahead."

Garst says without changing his face.

"It is certain that there will be someone inside the court who will communicate with the Empire. And the Empire seems to be sending undercover detectives across the kingdom to try and reconcile. I'm not sure how many traitors there are at the moment, but the longer the battle, the more people will fall back on the empire."

"I see. So the Empire didn't really attack us. I was deliberately trying to prolong the battle and drop the kingdom of Zayn without causing any damage."

"Ruri. They're standing in front of the fortress only to keep us there and make the royal palace thin."

"Well, you have no choice. Because nobles have to survive."

Betrayal is an abominable act. But Raydor didn't mean to blame me for that.

In the first place, a kingdom means that the king protects the territory and the people, and therefore is allowed the right to control people with privilege.

At a time when we can no longer defend our country, it is no longer worthy as a king to be honored.

Try the nobles. That's the same. What matters to them is their homes and their territories, and they don't have the in-laws to serve until they risk their lives for a royal family that can't guarantee their safety.

"The kingdom of Zayn will perish even if the tune proceeds, even if it guards the fortress. The only way to avoid it is to compete in a short showdown"

"Mm, I understand. So what am I supposed to do?

Raidor is the owner of a sword arm that can be called the best of the kingdom as an adventurer. That is guaranteed by Zaphis, the master of the sword.

But in battle, he's no different than the new American soldier in the first line. I didn't really feel like I could command and move the army.

"His Royal Highness will have a son - Darren. When the enemy Holy Sword Holder comes out, please."

"Holy Sword Holder... You only said you would use the Holy Sword of Thunder or something?

"Ha... Clausoras, the Holy Sword who presides over thunder. Its user is Sailia von Alsline, the Third Empress of the Empire."

"The Empress... is she a woman?!?"

Raydor opens his eyes to the information in his first ear.

I had imagined a formidable warrior like Garst waving the holy sword in a discretionary imagination, but apparently it was very different.

"Don't be alarmed with a woman. Because of her, Fortress Balmes has fallen and the Royal Army has been pushed this far."

Garst's face moves slightly. Regrettably, I distort my lips carelessly.

"No matter how hard you try, no matter how cautious you are, you will break it as easily as if you could get rid of the spider thread with a branch... as long as it's abominable, but that would be exactly the hero"

"Heh... That's Holy Sword Holder. Will you do it?"

Raydor hangs up the edge of his mouth looking funny.

There were times when powerful demons were encountered in the pioneering cities of the border, sometimes even risking their lives. But the hero of the Empire, who will now be seen together, must undoubtedly be the most powerful enemy ever.

"But here I am. I'll tell the Empire that heroes aren't alone."

Still, there was no fear or nervousness in Raydor.

No matter how many powerful enemies have stood up, you can never lose.

In an arrogant manner that only seemed alarming and chronic, Garst, standing next to him, remembered his reliability and sense of crisis at the same time.

(You can't lose. I have this one now.)

Raydor strokes the holy sword of his hips with his hands.

A pitch-black sword pulsed small after the Lord's call to reunite after five years.