Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Now, Raydor... where are the Empress Sailia von Arslain and the Holy Sword Klausoras? Why haven't you brought it here?

Granard asked in surprise as he looked down at his brother from the top of the throne, which was a high place. Raydor answers with a grand chest, suspending his lips, wondering if he had finally asked.

"If you were Reishi's princess, you'd be forgiven in my mansion, wouldn't you? It's an honor to have a first time guest of the Mansion with a princess from another country."

"Stupid! What do you mean you won't hand over to me, the master, capturing the enemy royalty!? Are you going to break your promise to fight for your country?!?"

"That's the arrangement in the pledge that the treasure you took and the prisoner will be mine. You forgot?

"Become... that's...!

Granard blushed in anger and even tried to recruit him, he drank a good word.

If you do anything to cause it here, the curse of the covenant engraved on Granard's chest may be activated.

I stare at my invincibly laughing brother in the shape of a ghost as he bites his back teeth to the brink.

"We're going to negotiate harmony with the Empire anyway, right? Until the negotiations are over, I'll let you entertain Princess Ceylia. Don't worry, when the negotiations are over, let the princess go."

"... what's the purpose? It doesn't make sense where you kept the princess."

"Aim not. Well, do you want time to dictate your adorable and beautiful Royal Highness?

"... you don't seem to be seriously going to answer that"

Granard further deepened his eye insurance and stepped on his heels in frustration. He put a cheek wand on his elbow and thought about it for a while, eventually sighing like he'd given up.

"... okay, Empress Ceilia and the Holy Sword Klausoras will leave it to you"

Thank you for your mercy.

"Except it's something I don't expect to stay on track forever. Sooner or later, the curse you cast will be lifted by the court magician. Now I'm going to have to think about my life begging words."

Granard fingers the engraved curse on his chest from the top of his clothes and abandons it abominably.

'Remember when the curse is broken' - clearly put into words and threatened, Raydor raised his hands to surrender.

"Don't threaten me too much. Chick-ass."

"... that's it for you. Let's just lose it."

"I understand... oh, just send me some money to the pioneering cities, will you? If you want to make a difference..."

"Get out of here! Don't make me say it again and again!

"Yes, sir."

Finally to his brother king, who absurds his voice, Raydor shrugged his shoulders and followed him between the thrones.

Granard had been staring at the door his brother had disappeared from for a while, but eventually ordered him to bite the minister who was holding back beside him.

"Rockwood, go ahead and reconcile with the Empire early and take back the territory that was taken! And don't forget the traitor bluff inside the court! Garst, keep your fortress guarded until the harmony is over!

"Ha..."

"My pleasure."

"Nice, don't give that stupid brother time to do some crazy tricks! Finish the battle with the Empire as soon as possible and get rid of him! This curse on me, etc. Now you don't have to deport the border... at least I'll lock you up in jail, and in some cases I'll drop your neck!

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It was time for Rockwood and Garst to shut up, revealing the sword screen and looking back at the roaring king with indescribable subtlety.