Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"No, I would never surrender!

Oriental Region of the Kingdom of Zayn. Viscount Bobalt Wolfert, a regional nobleman who sets up a territory on that corner, yelled at the knight standing in front of him.

A young female knight in armor stands wearing a fed up face in front of Wolfert, who is shaking her fat belly with plenty.

Sarah Lifette, affiliated with the Royal Zayne Army.

The female knight, also Darren's deputy, glanced coldly at Wolfert screaming as he scattered his tuba.

"With all due respect, Viscount. Soon the army will be sent here to conquer you. Though it would seem better to surrender and dawn on the territory before that happens, as would His Majesty the King's heart?

The purpose of Sarah's visit to this town ahead of Darren and Raidor is to recommend surrender to Viscount Wolfert, a rebel minister who has fallen back on the empire.

But Viscount Wolfert yells and scatters his face bright red at the recommendation, which is also close to an ultimatum.

"Shut up, shut up! What can such a young man do! In the first place, I wouldn't have betrayed that king if he hadn't allowed the invasion of the Empire! And yet why should I be punished!? If you really want me to surrender, have the King's letter that I will not ask you all about this one!

"... we won't talk about it"

Sarah glanced at her in too casual a way.

It was indeed the failure of the Royal Army to be dropped the fortress of Balmes, the border fortress. Needless to say, the mistake of King Granard.

But border nobles, including Viscount Wolfert, are being given territory in the first place to intercept it when it is invaded by an enemy state.

What does it mean that those who renounce the role given to them over their ancestral traditions and, on the contrary, fall back on the enemy nations to fight for say their tongues greatly?

"… Already His Royal Highness King Raidor is on his way to take you over from the King's Capital, the Thousand Horsemen of Garst, and the hero who broke the Empire. It's only a matter of time before this town is dropped. Are you still not going to be surrendered?

"Raydor? Huh, what can such an exiled prince do!

To Sarah's words, Viscount Wolfert snorts like a mockery.

The upside of the battle at Fort Blaine, the rumors of Raydor had already reached the Viscount's ears as well.

But I didn't believe at all that much strength, that the battle as per the myth, was true.

"This town is going down hard! Thick walls, luxurious food, how many holy sword holders can be broken!

(Besides... this town was originally part of the kingdom. If you take the people as shields, you can't be unscrupulous!

Wolfert glanced down at the female knight with a hunched chest.

The Alsline Empire, the enemy nation, may burn down the town relentlessly, but it should not be able to attack that hard if it is only Raidor, the kingdom's side.

Wolfert had struck out vigorously from that intention.

"... how could I not let that rigidity out when the Empire attacked me"

Sarah gave up the man's persuasion in front of her and took a deep sigh.

Negotiations are broken. An arrogant man who is only interested in this status will never respond to persuasion.

Perhaps this man will not admit his mistakes until the end. You'll keep screaming that you're not wrong until the moment your neck is slashed off.

"The next time we meet, let's be a battlefield. Please be prepared."

"You can serve the kingdom again if you want to safeguard your territory and property, and my life! This I will return to the kingdom aristocracy! You have to tell them that!

"... excuse me"

There is no longer anything to talk about.

Leaving the Viscount, who was arrogantly distorting his face, Sarah left the mansion behind.

(Persuasion has failed. This makes this town a battlefield......)

Sarah looks at the town ruled by Viscount Wolfert with concern.

She is also a soldier in the Royal Army, ready to fight the enemy.

But why do we have to fight those who were on our side?

(Besides, there is a fire lurking somewhere in this town unleashed by His Majesty Granard. They'll set fire to it as soon as His Highness Raydor attacks the town, won't they? Don't you have the means to save the people of this town?

"What a report to Darren... and I'm sorry I couldn't live up to His Highness's expectations..."

"Hello, young lady. May I have a word?

"Huh?"

Sarah was about to leave town on her horse, but she looks back at the voice on her back.

Stared behind with vigilance as he straddled his horse... but there was no one behind him.

(No way...... ghost?

"No, it's further down"

"Is... oh?

When Sarah lowered her gaze further, there was a proper little boy figure there.

The boy is dressed in simple but aristocratic quality clothes. Could it be the Itchy One from the Viscount Wolfert family?

"Eh, you..."

Sarah asked the boy loosening her expression, which was hardening her guard.

Then the boy lowers his head with his hands on his chest and a polite act.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Sven Arbeil. The Earl of Arbeil, the head of the family, Ronald Arbeil."

"Heh... Arbeil?

Sarah opens her eyes when she hears the boy's name.

To the home name of the Earl of Arbeil family, destroyed by the Empire, the female knight lost her words by blinking her eyes black and white in confusion.

"I would like to ask His Royal Highness King Raidor if you don't mind. I need to talk to you about what's not going on in this town."