Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

After an unscheduled meeting with Raydor, Cyna Cruz, the guild master who heads the King's Capital adventurer, sighed deeply.

"Ugh..."

Released from the tension, the half-elf woman turned her attention to a painting that was blurry and decorated in the reception room.

The painting, which is more decorative than it was when I was a previous guild master, had been sunburned by the sun from the window, and the colour was slightly blurred.

(It's time to turn it into a new painting...... for one thing or another, let's re-pattern all the rooms?

The door to the room was knocked modestly as he contemplated himself in a reality escape mood. One beat and opened the door and came in with a daughter named Riona, who is the guild's receptionist.

"Ah, His Royal Highness Brother Wang has returned, hasn't he? I'm sorry I'm late making tea. I was going to use the preserved tea leaves, but it got behind the shelves..."

"... Fine, 'cause I didn't seem to plan on staying there long either"

"Really... It's a good tea leaf from the West, so I was hoping you'd drink it."

Riona said unfortunately, placing a cup of tea brewed in front of Cruz.

Sitting on the opposite couch where Raydor sat until earlier, he mouths tea brewed for His Royal Highness Brother Wang from himself.

"Ugh, it smells good...... by the way, what business was His Royal Highness the King on?

"... you better not ask. You are."

"Huh? I knew we were talking about royalty, so are we talking about politics"

"Don't ask, really"

Cruz leaked his tired and exhausted voice, gleefully sighing the tea placed in front of him.

I can't say it's rude. The story told from Raydor's mouth made my throat crisp.

(I can't believe His Royal Highness Brother Wang has such an ambition...)

Speaking out of Raydor's mouth was a plan of ambition and coup d 'état that could be very much put into his mouth.

I don't know why I've talked like that to Cruz the first time I've met him, but I sincerely resented the fact that he's been chosen by a hell of a secret sharer.

(I can't believe you're sending such a monster in... I resent you, Zaphis.)

Zaphis Bartolomeo, master of Raydor's sword and guild master of the pioneering city, was a benefactor of old knowledge to Cruz.

When Cruz was still a new adventurer, he had his life saved many times in the battle against demons, and he also had experience sheltering when he was tangled up by adventurers who were discriminating against even more subhuman beings. Without Zaphis, Cruz would never have been in his current position either.

There is no way you can do that, such as to disturb the King's brother visited by such an introduction to Zaphis.

Even if the story brought in from him was something that betrayed the country, I would no longer be able to stand in my way if I did not lend every possible help.

My man Riona is drinking tea with a slight expression against Cruz, who continues to be stuffy and troubled.

"Nevertheless, the rumored hero has always been a normal man. I thought you were a big, muscular guy."

"... if that looks like a normal man, it's because your eyes are a pit."

"Huh?"

"Those are hungry fire dragons. It's a kind of race that should never piss you off."

Cruz, who is drawing Elf's blood, has the ability to see the magic.

In her eyes like that, a man named Raydor Zain looked like a different monster from a human being.

(What, the black magic that rises from that body is the demon (demon) that I fought when I was in active duty, and I didn't have that much disastrous magic on me)

I wonder what kind of joke it is because it is the Holy Sword Holder who has been given the power of God. Isn't it receiving even the protection of the Devil's Sword, not the Holy Sword?

"Riona, I'm sure His Royal Highness King Raidor will take some requests from now on, but whatever your rank, I'll take care of that request. You don't even have to check your guild card."

"What!? That's against the guild's terms!?"

"It's okay, it would be pointless to rank us as heroes chosen by the Holy Sword. Besides, as far as the track record in the pioneering cities is concerned, I'm pretty sure His Highness has the merit of being S-ranked."

Cruz took the teapot in his hand and poured the replacement into the cup, drinking it up with another breath.

The heat made my throat tingle, but I didn't mind keeping my weight on the back of the couch.

"... it's cheap if you can fulfill your brother-in-law with so much cooperation. I'm relieved I didn't have to take charge of one of my treason sticks."

"Huh?"

Cruz exhaled hot "haaaa" at Riona tilting her little neck.