Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Having finished his visit with his brother, King Granard, Raydor returned to the mansion he had been given.

It was only at the beginning of the battle against the Empire that the overly vast mansion in the centre of the aristocratic city seemed lonely, alone with the maid Namilia, but now a third inhabitant lived there.

"Hey brother! Give me back my claw!

"... it's sudden for the homeowner who's back. Her Royal Highness the Princess of Ceilia?

Raydor grinned back like trouble at the girl who came into the mansion no or yelled at her.

It's the blonde beauty girl who's been stuffing on Raydor. She was Empire Empress and Sailia von Alsline, Holy Sword Holder chosen as Holy Sword Clausoras.

Bringing her to this mansion as a prisoner, she is now not a military uniform or a missle armor, but a simple outfit called a blue skirt on a white blouse.

"Not that I could have told you... but I'd like you to behave a little more qualitatively, assuming you're a tough person. In the first place, if it's a holy sword, it's on your hips, isn't it?

Raydor pointed his index finger at Ceilia's waist. There was certainly a claussorus that fit in the sheath.

It is out of heart to be told as if a person had stolen it.

But to Raydor's words Ceylia lifts her eyes and exasperates further by stripping her pointed octagonal teeth.

"That's not what I meant! Why can't Clausoras respond to my voice!? You did something!?"

"Hmm? Why do you think so?

"No one can do this but your brother! I can't believe I sealed the power of the Holy Sword......!

"Well, you are. You're damn right."

Raydor shrugged his shoulders and affirmed.

I have confiscated the weapon from Ceilia, who was taken prisoner, and it has not also confiscated a weapon of comparable power to the one army called the Holy Sword, because she cannot use it now.

"As you can guess, while you were passing out, I cursed you to cut your connection to the Holy Sword...... see"

"Hia!?"

Raydor grabbed the collar of the blouse that Ceylia was wearing and relentlessly opened her chest.

A black engraving is engraved directly above the heart on the chest of a woman who is somewhat swollen.

Much like what was carved into Granard's chest, it is a 'sealed curse' affixed by Darinslave, the holy sword of the curse.

"That's the curse my ancestors once used to seal one witch...... that's what they applied. No matter how much Darinslave's power, it cannot seal the power of Klausoras, the holy sword of the same size. But it is possible if we seal the power of the Holy Sword Holder and temporarily disconnect it from the Holy Sword."

"Hih... ah... ah..."

"It's only a temporary curse, so sooner or later you break it......... what's up?

Are you listening to the explanation or not, Ceilia is shivering with wannabes looking down at her own chest that has become dewy.

Raydor tilted his neck wondering if he was shocked to have been engraved with so much curse.

"You don't have to worry. Unlock the curse and the engraving will..."

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Whoa!?"

A tall scream emanated from Ceilia's mouth. With ear-piercing screams coming from close range, Raydor glances at his body greatly.

"Get off me! Don't touch me!

"Hey, Become... What's up!?"

"Oh no! No, no, no, no!

"Ooh dude, pulling too much...... whoa!?"

Ceilia scratched her own chest and tried to distance herself from Raydor. But Raydor still remains grasping her blouse.

Sometimes I was surprised by the scream and my posture was broken, and Raydor falls down with a glare as he is pulled by the falling back Ceilia.

"Whoops!

"Hih...!

Raydor and Ceylia fell to the floor trying to fold.

The bumps and sounds will rip off even the rest of the buttons.

The white princess's skin becomes dewy at once, from the neck muscle to the area around the navel, exposing two breasts without underwear.

Ceilia, half-naked in the meantime, took the form of being pushed down by Raydor.

Naturally, being an empress, she has never experienced such violence.

"Oh, oh..."

"Ouch... don't worry, what's the rush?"

"No... no. This... Ugh, whoa..."

"Ha...?

I was stripped of my blouse, pushed down by a man... and finally the thread of tension I was straining was broken.

Ceilia cries out, "Uh, uh," as if she were a young child.

I knew as knowledge what a captive female soldier would be seen by an enemy soldier, but I really didn't think I would be humiliated like that.

The Holy Sword I was counting on doesn't speak to me, even after all this. You won't help me.

That, however chosen by the Holy Sword, was a sufficient factor to hunt down the heart of a teenage princess to the extreme.

"Yep..."

Meanwhile, Raydor was perplexing his eyes black-and-white, remaining in the position that pushed Ceilia down.

There is no overlap between a woman crying like a child in front of her and a holy sword holder who once hunted herself down on the battlefield.

Raydor often stared at Ceylia's crying face and eventually nodded slightly more convinced.

"Oh well. Ordinary women don't like to be seen naked..."

Such an obvious enlightenment, Raydor put his jacket on Ceylia's nakedness as it is now.