Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

A rare visitor visited the Adventurer's Guild in Wangdu that day.

The Wang Capital Guild, which oversees all the guilds in the kingdom of Zayn, is visited daily by many, including adventurers and clients, and chambers of commerce that bring in medicines and weapons.

The sun was already falling, and when the tired color appeared on the face of the receptionist dealing with the visitor - the person appeared.

The doorbell rang Karan Cologne and a group of men and women stepped into the guild. Teenage young men and women have swords on their hips, like adventurers or mercenaries.

(Oh? That's a face you don't see. Is it a newbie?

They looked from top to bottom and the receptionist tilted her neck.

The woman is more of an officer rounded out and looks interesting around the guild. The man still looks used to it, so he may be an adventurer who has moved from another guild to the King's Capital.

The man said something more to the woman and left it on the spot and came to the reception alone.

"Welcome, would you like a favor? Is it a registration?

"I'd like to see the Alliance Master, is he here now?

"Yeah, excuse me..."

The first man to come to the Alliance of the King's Capital is asking me to meet the Alliance Master. A single letter was given to the receptionist exposing her confusion.

"A letter of introduction. Check it out."

"Ah, yes. I'll take a look."

The receptionist opened the letter offered and looked inside... and opened her eyes to surprise.

I looked back over and over again at the letter and the man's face and said, "Wait a minute!" and disappeared into the back of the guild.

The receptionist returned to the reception without having to wait five minutes.

Speak to the man who waited at the reception repeatedly with a rough breath on his shoulder, how hurried he was.

"Gui, the Alliance Master is going to see you! Please go to the back, His Royal Highness King Raidor!

"Oh, thank you"

Guided by a sweaty receptionist on his forehead, the man - Raydor Zain - proceeded to the back of the Adventurer's Guild.

"Nice to meet you, good to see you... His Royal Highness King Raidor"

"... oh sorry for the busy place. Alliance Master"

"My name is Saina Cruz and I am the head of our guild. Please know."

It was a young daughter with green eyes on her blonde hair who welcomed Raydor through to a place that looked like a reception.

Raydor took a slight look at the appearance of a young woman who did not resemble her position as Alliance Master.

"There's no way we won't meet if it's an introduction by Mr. Bartolomeo, a famous adventurer. Not to mention being a hero of the Redemption now and then."

"Really... Zaphis is such a famous adventurer?

Raidor narrowed his eyes surprisingly, thinking of the face of Zaphis Bartolomeo, master of swords.

For Raydor, a man named Zaphis is his drunk father who only has as much handle as swordsmanship. Never a fine man who can turn his respect from a man of high standing, the Guild Master of the King's Capital.

Cruz, however, still solicits words of praise while recommending the chair to Raydor.

"Mr. Bartolomeo, worried about the devastating effects of demons in the southern part of the Kingdom of Zayn, proposed to build a pioneering city as a front-line base. Besides, he is a great ancestor who was founded the town by throwing his personal possessions on behalf of the funded and reluctant Royal Palace and persuading the powerful. Its pioneering spirit and the high level of ambition to protect the country from demonic threats are exemplified by many adventurers."

"…………… well"

Raydor nodded with a slightly sinister face.

When you are praised at will for Zaphis, who is the master of the sword and can be called the second father, embarrassment prevails over joy.

I just turned off the tantrum to try to change the subject.

"By the way, Lord Cruz is very young. Good thing you became the guild master of the king's capital that year."

"Oh, it's not even so young, is it?

Cruz lifted his ear hair with his fingertips. Then an ear with a pointed tip appears from beneath the golden hair.

"I'm mixed with elves, so I'm older than a normal human being. Even if you look like this, you're the same age as your predecessor, your father?

"Half an elf... that must have been hard work"

The elves are mainly sub-races living in the northern part of the continent.

Living in the woods, never out of the woods where they were born, they have a very closed character, but nevertheless, from time to time, there were elves that popped out of the woods into the outside world, sometimes forming human beings and children.

"You're not struggling so hard in this country because you're not sub-racist. But it wouldn't have happened if the Empire had occupied it..."

"The Alsline Empire is famous for its subhuman discrimination and mixed hatred. Well, naturally, that country is at war with every once in a while with the subnational countries of the north of the continent..."

"Even in that sense, His Highness Raydor is a benefactor to me. I will do everything I can to help...... So what can I do for our guild?

Cruz cutting to the point.

Raydor smiled at his mouth as he "went" and spoke of the purpose for which he came to the guild.