Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"My father, Basel Garst, is a general of the kingdom. He is a man who is a royal sword and a shield. Therefore, my father cannot do anything like strip his fangs to the royal family. You can't take sides with His Royal Highness Raydor and imitate His Majesty Granard, that's what you said."

"... well, I guess so. That's the kind of guy he is."

Raydor nodded.

That's why Basel Garst is called the general of the Patriot.

"But that's what my father told me." Let us serve His Highness Raydor personally more than this, "he said.

"That General Garst did that?

"Yes, Your Highness owes you for saving the country. But I cannot disobey the king as a general of the kingdom. He wants me, his son, to use me on his own behalf."

…………

Raydor silenced on words that painted a picture of innocence.

General Basel Garst is also one of those people who drove Raydor to the edge again, but when he is shown so much cleanliness, he can no longer have depressing emotions.

Rather, it's enough to even earn respect as a person living in battle as well.

"Besides... even if I skip my father's life, I can't accept the thought of His Majesty Granard trying to set his own town on fire to eliminate his own political enemies. And now I serve His Highness Raydor and do everything in my power."

"Well... I have received your loyalty. Then we have to figure out a way to take Granard's thoughts off."

Inspired by Darren, a sober sexual root just like his father, Raydor begins to talk about his future policies.

Granard's purpose is to discredit Raydor. And as a means of doing so, he's trying to set fire to the town and make it look like Raydor's work.

What means should I use to avoid this?

"The best thing you can do is not fight and surrender to your opponent, right? Because if it doesn't become a battle, you can't multiply it and set fire to it."

"Hmmm... how about you persuade the enemy lord to bring out an amnesty?

"That cannot be done in His Highness's presence, can it? It's unprecedented to unconditionally forgive those who betrayed our enemies, so they'll just suspect we're trying to fool them."

"Mm..."

Raydor silenced on the imperfect objection.

Only the sound of horses kicking the ground often continues to echo in their ears leading the squadron down the street.

(Was it a failure to leave Namilia... I could have found a hidden fire and captured him if he had)

Neimilia, the maid of Laidor, has left it in the king's capital to entrust him with other tasks.

If she's a witch, she could find hidden Granard's men all over town, or she could manipulate the weather to rain and keep the fire from spreading.

(Do you want me to bring you back to King's Capital now? No, if you bring him over here, he'll get in the way of future plans. Can't we just rely on the powers of witches)

"... I am free to take the life or death of a human taken prisoner by oath with Granard. What if we made it conditional on saving lives?"

"It's not bad...... it must be hard"

Darren answers with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Certainly that way you will be able to save lives. But we cannot even protect our status as nobles or our territory. If you are a man who can accept the loss of your status as a nobleman, you must have deserted your territory from the beginning and fled to the king's capital."

"No... I thought it was a good idea"

"If it comes to a situation where you're cornered to the extreme and that's all you have, or you might accept amnesty. But if it becomes a battle, you will allow it to fire, and just a thousand rides will not be enough for a demonstration. It might be better to beg for rain and hope it rains when we reach our enemies."

"... lucky for you. Don't want to cry."

Raydor looked up in the sky and shook his head.

There is not a single cloud floating in the sky that leads out today.

I couldn't expect anything like it to rain conveniently here.

"Well... or maybe the betrayal aristocrats will surrender lightly. Let's hope so."

Raydor pulled the reins to speed up the legs of the horse.

The black-haired horse rang high, and the noise echoed in the clear sky.