Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

The air in the room froze to the words of Zacharius, who turned away.

A soldier surrounding the emperor sitting on the throne looks back in horror and sees Gilbert's face.

The prince, hit with a hard curse, pales his face like Nobu, shaking his lips.

Zacharius turned his pitiful gaze to his son, who had become silent, and, uh, sighed deeply.

"I was wondering if you had a good cause because you rebelled against me the Emperor... I didn't know it was caused by boring jealousy. Apparently, I overestimated you. I'm disappointed, son."

"Jealousy,..."

To the mockery of his father, the prince tided his face with anger and finally squeezed out the words.

"What thoughts do you think I have been devoting to you!? With the word jealousy etc...... not really!

"Hmm... that's not jealousy, that's what. My son is a woman."

"Huh...!

Gilbert holds the sword of his hips.

The hand, trembling in small pieces in anger, is now about to unravel its blade and snap its father's neck.

Gilbert repeated his rough breath for a while, but eventually regained his composure, slamming the words of the questioning once again to Zacharius.

"... this is the last time, Father. I want you to tell me why you abandoned me."

"Hmm."

Seeing the color of madness that dwells in my son's eyes, Zacharius also makes a serious face. And answer Gilbert's questions in the end.

"It's easy. Because you weren't chosen by the Holy Sword."

"That's... no way!

"Like that? Say something different."

To Gilbert distorting his expression, the emperor snorted boringly.

"Empire is the kingdom of the king. The mission of those who unite the continent by force and build the Pacific Ocean into the world but are emperors. Defending the peace of mankind by destroying the demons who devour men, the evil dragons who burn the earth, and the evil witches who blow the trumpets of the end is what the reigning emperor should carry. Therefore what shall be emperors shall be chosen as the Holy Sword, the artifact of salvation."

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"But, my son. You have never been chosen for the Claussolus of Thunder, for the Galarhorn of Ice, and for the Durandal of my sword-fire. Therefore, I have abolished you as something without the qualities of emperor. Are you satisfied with this answer?

"... Father, are you truly determined to be an emperor only by whether you are strong or not? Are you saying that knowledge and connections are pointless to stand on people!?"

"Whatever."

Zacharius replied terminally to the words of his blood-soaking son.

"If this country is unknown anywhere, just be gentle and be king. Let's just be smart and be kings. But this is an empire. The kingdom of the rulers of the continent. The weak don't deserve to be king. It's not like you don't know how much a weak king who only has hope afflicts people?

Behind Zacharius' brain, which overlapped words to include, was the face of his own father.

The predecessor was a great king of Jen, kind in heart and loved by the people more than anyone else in virtue.

But the king of moderation did not take a strong attitude externally either, because of which he could not stop the strife that erupted in the surrounding countries, which had instead spread the scourge of war.

As the best hegemonic power on the continent, we were unable to bring together the neighbouring countries.

A king loved and revered by the people. That would be great.

But if you are loved, but therefore deceived, and you can take it lightly, you should not be kind.

How much more feared and abhorred would be able to play the role of emperor.

"I don't want a king weak in the empire. I'm not gonna let you be the next emperor."

"... so? Are you going to abolish me and make that son of a slave king?

Gilbert thinks of the face of his belly brother, who became the holder of the Holy Sword Galalhorn, and still asks.

"You mean Chandra? Well, he can do it, and Ceylia's on the list."

"Ceilia is a woman! You don't deserve an emperor!

"Isn't that good? Sometimes if the country goes on for a long time, there will be a woman emperor."

"Father... do you choose the man who draws the blood of that slave over me or the woman Ceilia!? I have dedicated myself to you and the Empire as the First Prince, more than I have chosen only two men for the Holy Sword...!

loose, and Gilbert's body rocks left and right.

Haunted, lost light, madness dwells in his eyes.

"If... I will prove to you that I am strong enough without the Holy Sword or anything! Kill the Emperor of the Holy Sword Holder and show me your power!

Ba and Ba hold hands. Soldiers surrounding the Emperor pack a distance with their spear tips pointed at them.

"Huh!? That's hilarious! A period of rebellion is a sign of growth. What a pleasure!

"Shut up! You stupid emperor who only knows how to wield his power! Go down to Tartarus!

Gilbert pulls out his sword. At the same time, more than a dozen soldiers stuck their spear tips out simultaneously.

One sword and a dozen spears. The inevitable death reaches Zacharius, sitting on the throne.

"The ambition. Sincerely brilliant! But......"

Phew, and Zacharius breathed.

To pity, to mourn, I see my son waved his sword with a terribly gentle look.

"Negligence to spare. Is it not accompanied by strength? After all, the emperor's qualities are force and violence."

Zacharius crushed sadly and took a single sword that stood on his throne.

The grand sword of the epoch with ruby on the pattern - I didn't even pull it out of my sheath, I sat down and stumbled to the side.

The slaughter unleashed by the force of the arm alone without the use of the ankle is too awkward to even be called an attack.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!?"

But a flame of red lotus blows out of its sword tip, slashing away the soldiers that strike like blades. The carcass, which was burned out and broken up and down, collapsed between the glances, and the smell of the meat burning filled the room with smoke.

Some of the wreckage even belongs to the First Prince.

I guess Gilbert never even noticed what had happened to him, he was stunned and desperate with both eyes open.