Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

A few days after the battle over Fortress Blaine. at Zayn Royal Palace.

"... well, did Raydor win"

"Yes! The battle of His Royal Highness the King is just as mythical! It was a brilliant struggle not to be ashamed to be the Holy Sword Holder!

King Granard Zain of the Kingdom of Zain listens to the messenger of the report sent from the fortress and covers his face with his right hand.

Hidden faces have an obviously uninteresting look on them, on top of the Buddha that I don't think I'm listening to the news of the victory.

Without noticing such a gloomy change in the King, the Apostolic Soldier details the state of the war in an excited manner.

"His Royal Highness took the lightning unleashed by the Holy Sword Holder of the enemy with a slash of pitch-black, and with a knife to return it, he took a counter-attack blow... It was a situation in which we would have to be assisted by a machete, but no one could reach out to the two people too eager..."

"... Enough is enough"

"What?"

"I'm saying that's enough. You can back off."

Granard waves firmly to get rid of even the dog and orders the soldier to leave.

The soldier gave a strange look, but besides obeying if it was the order of the monarch, he went out of the throne room pointing his lips at dissatisfaction, which could not speak of the hero Tan until the end.

Hard to predict the soldier was gone, Lockwood opened his mouth as he was listening to the report next to the king.

"Now you've repelled the threat of empire for one second. Sire Granard."

"Um, it's really eye-catching."

The king's face, who answered briefly, is distorted dissatisfied with his back from his words.

From that seemingly complicated face is engraved with joy for the victory of the Royal Army and a sense of inferiority for the neglected brother for his work.

"If I were to speak of greed, I wouldn't have said it if that fool would talk to his enemies."

Granard put his hands together in front of his chest, leaking a potpourri and genuine words. Lockwood pulls lips on that too much content.

"Your Majesty, that's as much as it takes..."

"I didn't say anything wrong. More than an imperial crisis has left, I'm only a dangerous man."

"I can't deny that..."

Lockwood looked bitterly at the king's words, which he would no longer fix.

(Is this... no longer possible to reconcile)

If it were to come true, Lockwood had asked his two brothers, Granard and Raydor, to reconcile and rebuild the war-torn kingdom together.

If Granard was able to govern and Raidor to preside over the martial arts respectively and complement each other, the Kingdom of Zayn would undoubtedly have developed further.

For this, it is essential that Granard bows his head to his brother and begs forgiveness, even if only in form... none of which is possible as far as Granard's attitude now goes.

(His Royal Highness Raydor seemed indeed hateful, but at the same time rational. Never seems to be captive and dominated by revenge. I thought if His Majesty apologized for what he did, even if it was unofficial, to keep his head down...)

Granard no longer thinks of Raydor as his brother. I guess he only looks like a political enemy after his throne.

As for Lockwood, who knows what a once harmonious brother looked like, I feel like I can't do anything.

Seeing the inside of such a prime minister, Granard sitting on the throne glances sharply at Lockwood.

"Prime Minister. I am the king of this country. Don't even think about it."

"… no matter, I understand"

"I even cursed him. Think of it as a traitor that threatens your country."

"Ha..."

Granard's chest is still engraved with a curse.

The court magician is being summoned to try to solve the curse, but the technique used by Raydor generally used a different technique than the curse of the contract used by slaves and criminals, something that was even difficult to analyze.

Even Babaloa Old, the leading court magician, threw a spoon at his face with a face of trouble accumulating a white beard.

"Probably over two hundred years is an old ritual. Bye. Most of the literature has been lost at the time due to the witch's catastrophe, and it may take at least six months for the curse to be lifted. No, where did His Royal Highness King get such a ceremony? '

Old Babaloa has spared me the time to continue my analysis even though I still sleep. When this happens, I also get anxious to see if I have old health.

"As soon as the curse is lifted, we take Raydor as a renegade. Get ready while you can."

"... in your words, I still don't know how to get out of the empire. They could send in more troops to attack us, so I thought it might be premature to dispose of His Royal Highness the King."

Lockwood shook his head in sinking pain at Granard's relentless instructions.

"Did the Holy Sword Holder of the Empire capture you? Then you can make peace with the hostage. As long as we can avoid a war, it won't be worth using."

…………

Would that work?

Lockwood asks himself in his heart.

Indeed, being able to capture Sailia von Alsline alive, the Imperial Empress and Holy Sword Holder, would be a serious bargaining card.

It is not difficult to win peace if it is the negotiating skill of a competent Granard, who would be awkward without even getting involved with his brother.

(but...... that would be if it was the times of the predecessors)

A man named Zacharius Van Alsline, who became emperor a few years ago, was a rumor full of hunger for war.

Would a neat bargain once again prevail on a man who kills his pacifist predecessors, usurps his emperor, and wages wars everywhere for continental domination?

(I still can't kill His Highness Raidor in case it sucks...... I still have two Empire swords)

I hope the curse doesn't break.

Lockwood held his head looking for words to forgive his master, thinking seriously about being such a subordinate.