Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

(Ah... here it is, I may have won!

Sailia von Alsline had a sense of victory and a smile of the synagogue.

You shouldn't have a laugh or anything in the middle of a fight if you're supposed to. It leads to alarm, chronic hearts, and a lack of gratitude to the enemy.

But still, I can't help but loosen my facial muscles. My heart was bouncing uncontrollably on the like-minded Holy Swordsman for a victory over a formidable enemy I had never fought before.

It hasn't been five minutes since the battle between Raydor and Ceylia began, in time. No noticeable trauma has been sustained by both names, and besides the parties, the battle would appear to have just begun.

But in that short time Ceilia was convinced of her superiority, realizing the difference between her and the decisive power of her enemies.

Raydor Zain is the first Holy Sword holder to fight as an enemy for Ceilia.

Because there are three holy swords in the Alsline Empire, including Ceylia's Klausoras, but of course they have never fought for their allies in earnest.

Seeing Raydor wave the Holy Sword, Ceilia sweated into the running of its power.

The appearance of generating a giant black tornado to transform the battlefield was more like an evil god or demon appearing in mythology than a hero chosen for the Holy Sword.

In its too powerful power, even fear is remembered.

But...

(It's really amazing to draw all that power out of the Holy Sword... but that's all)

It is something that even Ceylia, who is supposed to be the same holy sword holder, cannot do, such as unleash enough attacks to destroy thousands of soldiers.

A father who is an emperor and holy sword holder would be able to use the fiery holy sword 'Durandal' to burn one side of the battlefield into the field, but the power of Raydor would be comparable to that as well.

Still - Ceilia thinks.

I never lose. He said he was better up there.

"Hey, brother. I see you noticed. You can't beat me with that holy sword, can you?

Ceilia waved down Klausoras toward Raydor, saying in a sympathetic tone.

"Chi......"

Raydor struck his tongue and played a slaughter wrapped in thunder in Darinslave.

Darinslave, the holy sword that causes the wind of the curse - a dreaded holy sword that wields abominable power on such a scale as to alter the terrain that it chops thousands of soldiers into abnormal states with the slaughter of the curse. Its power is undoubtedly something that can dictate the war situation by being single.

But in the battle between the Holy Swords, that power is not so scary.

Because holy sword holders are protected from holy swords and gain strong resistance to curses and other state anomalies.

(Not to mention, my power is thunder. Faster and sharper than the wind!

"Yaah!"

Ceilia unleashed a thunderbolt with the temper of tearing.

Soon Raydor also intercepts with a wind of curse, but the slaughter of the pitch black is slashed and torn apart by lightning and fogged.

"Shit!"

"I knew it. Power and speed, wind. Then it won't reach thunder. Your brother's holy sword is below Klausorus."

"... you'll tell me. By a man's partner!

Raydor barks obnoxiously distorting his expression. But that obviously just looked like a loser howling.

The slaughter of the curse unleashed by Darinslave is indeed troublesome, but windy at best. There is no mass, and even the amount of energy does not extend far to fire or lightning.

No matter how much force you can use at a time was greater than Ceylia's, if you hit the force head-on, Ceylia will always win.

(Well... I think my qualities as Holy Sword Holder are above mine. I can't afford to attack thousands at a time)

"Brother, why don't you give up and surrender? If you're going to surrender, you're not going to do anything wrong."

Ceilia even pities him and makes a surrender recommendation.

The defeat of Raydor was no longer a decision within the Empress and was rated "not even necessary to kill".

"My father is forgiving to the strong, isn't he? If your brother serves the Empire and waves the Holy Sword for the Empire, he'll use it so much."

"... that's a fascinating suggestion. Totally."

Noticing being insulted as an understatement, Raydor bites his back teeth with regret.

Still, the flames of fighting spirit were burning in its eyes, and now Ceilia leaned her neck towards a battle that would never break.

"Brother, why are you working so hard? After all, is the kingdom of Zayn that important?

"It's not important, a country like this......!

Raydor stripped his fangs and told him that the beast would roar.

"This country dumped me. He's using me. You're ruining my life for peace! There's no such thing as attachment to a country like that! I hate this country!

There are also figures of soldiers of the kingdom around. Still, Raydor uncontrollably exposes his emotions.

"Then why?

"It's...!

If the kingdom of Zayn were defeated by the Alsline Empire, brother king Granard would be executed.

In contrast, Raydor may be able to survive being recognized for his use as Holy Sword Holder.

My brother, who is the object of revenge, dies and I survive. That doesn't seem bad if you just look at the results.

"But hey, this thought is mine, it's mine alone! I'm not putting my revenge in anyone else's hands! I will accomplish my revenge with my hands!

Raydor pokes his sword at Ceilia and says resolutely.

"Besides... there's no point in surrendering in a battle you can win! I'll take you down and move on!

"I can't even do that..."

Ceilia opened her mouth to tell the deaf child, but at the next moment, she opened her eyes to the limit.

"Huh..."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

A loud voice anger echoed on the battlefield. This is the voice of the imminent warrior.

Ceilia rushed around her neck to find the source of her voice...... looking back.

"Liar...... what are you doing!?"

Ceilia screams like a scream.

At the end of his gaze - an imperial position built on a small high hill - was being raided by someone.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't a one-on-one duel. It's war. Princess."

Raydor says chill out.

Ceilia hadn't heard the words. He was just blurred, staring up at the firehand rising from his army position.