Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Thank you! Thanks!

Raydor and Ceilia, who crusaded the monster who was lurking in the lake and sucking up water, reported to a nearby village to accomplish the request.

It was at first that he was a villager who had a suspicious eye on the adventurer who had finally emerged after three months of making a request, but he had even lowered his head in tears when he saw Lake Alar, which had regained water.

The adults of the village smiled and watered the candles, and the children took off their clothes and jumped into the lake to water each other.

"Thank you so much! This will put the fields and wells back together! You won't have to spend hours to get water to a river far away to live!

"No, I don't mind. I'm not making a big deal of it."

"That's right, your brother didn't do anything, did he?

"Ceilia, shut up."

With a small poke at the princess's head lined up next to her, Raydor laid his hand on the shoulder of the village chief, whose head he had bowed many times.

"I apologize for the delay in accomplishing your request more than that. This is a disgrace to the Alliance as well. I sincerely apologize as one adventurer."

"Yes, no! We are also responsible for our inability to pay rewards that satisfy our adventurers! Please don't let them bother you!

"Really? I hope so..."

Raydor makes a quick run of gaze from the village chief's face to his feet.

The head of the village is not the only one with a thin and floating bone. The same was true of the other villagers, as well as the children playing with the water.

(Sounds like you've lived so poorly. You mean not all pioneering cities are tough environments)

"Hey, Lord Village Chief. I'm talking about the reward..."

"Ah, yes. Of course I will give you the reward you are entrusting to the Alliance. I'd like to thank you more if I could, but I probably can't afford anything..."

"Oh, that's good. Could you do me one more favor than that?"

"Oh, if we can do it"

Raydor raised his index finger to the village chief who would lean his neck and look strange.

"I want the neighboring villages to spread the word about this one. Raydor Zain, the king's younger brother, crusaded the mighty demon that was driing up the lake."

"Is...? Oh, Brother Wang...?

The village chief stared at Raydor's face with a gesture...... eventually lying flat with a bah.

"Also, sorry! What disrespect...!

"No, no, that's okay. Can you ask for more than that?

"Ha! Of course you are!

"Well, then I asked for it. Yeah, just one more suggestion."

While grinning bitterly at the village chief, who was frightened to know that his opponent was royal, Raydor pointed down with his raised index finger to an object floating with a pukapuka on the lake.

"I'll take care of it. I don't mind you doing whatever you want."

Floating above the lake is Diouparma, which has released stored moisture and has become squishy and small.

The village chief agrees with the wreckage of a plant monster swinging on the water like a floating island.

"Ha, of course you are! I will pull up and incinerate the remains of the monster, who is also the enemy of the village, here!

"No, no, that's a waste, huh? I'm a disaster-class demon. If you take it to the person with the eye you see, it should pick it up at that value. It's a first-class ingredient for magic meds, and the Pharmacist Guild is supposed to pile you up with the kind of money your eyeballs pop out of you, right?

"Huh...?

After Raydor's explanation, the village chief opened his eyes and turned upward to curse his complexion.

"Oh no... you mean give us that?

"Yeah, this village seems to have been damaged a lot too, so we should put it at the cost of reconstruction. It should save for the next few years."

"Oh......!

The village chief put his hands together to pray with his knees on the ground.

Tears of tears flow from both eyes struck by emotion.

"You were a hero beyond rumor! It's like a saint! You must be exactly the brave man chosen for the Holy Sword! With our villagers, I will never forget this grace!

"Well, more than anything if you were happy. Yeah, I'll tell you what, this isn't the only village that's been damaged. I need you to do your share in a nearby village, okay?

"Ha!

Nodding satisfactorily to the village chief who lays his forehead on the ground, Raydor tries to leave the scene after a job.

Ceylia puts her fingertips on the flank of Raydor like that.

"You're so sweet, brother. Was it such a character?

"I'm not doing anything charitable."

"Phew," Raydor snorts at Ceilia, who has the same look she has reviewed.

"This is just a selling act. It's just a ploy to spread my reputation and make it easier for me to accept a change of government that will come soon."

"Yeah."

Ceilia nodded with a subtle look, knowing or not.

"But... you don't feel bad about helping people in need, do you? I was just a little happy that everyone was happy too"

"Well, I wouldn't deny that either."

While walking with Ceilia, Raydor takes out a bunch of letters of request he receives from the Adventurer's Guild.

First of all, I launched a martial arts tradition.

If we repeat this, the fame of Raydor Zain, the hero chosen for the Holy Sword, will grow ever more and swell to something that cannot even be confined to his brother King Granard.

(It's easy if you just drop your neck. I can even do it today. But I'm not gonna kill you that easy, are I?

Once, Raidor was stripped of all his allies and banished from his place.

Then it would be unfair if my brother King Granard didn't see me the same way.

"I will teach you the loneliness and despair of being deprived of your place. I'm gonna kick you off the throne after I scrape off one of your allies, brother."