Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Wolfin, a regional city ruled by the Viscount Wolfert family.

Towns that were part of the kingdom until a few months ago are laid with strict precautions and many soldiers come and go over the walls that surround the town.

Sometimes the town of Wolfin is a town near the border, with high walls and deep moats patrolled outside.

Even if surrounded by imperial armies, January was a robust town built to be able to cage castles, but preparations were now under way to intercept the Royal Army, which should have been an ally.

"Good, come through."

"Oh, thank you very much..."

bowing his head to the soldier who nodded to Eagle Deep, a group dressed in miserable clothes crept through the castle gate.

There is a long line of men at the castle gate, which is the entrance to the town.

It was a queue of villagers living in the surrounding villages, people who had been evacuated to Wolfin by the life of Viscount Wolfert.

That was an evacuation order to flee the village, which could be an ostensible battlefield, but some soldiers knew its true purpose.

"Captain... I knew it was heartbreaking"

One of the soldiers who led him inside the walls after examining a group of villagers leaked a weak sound.

The man, called captain, gets fed up and puts the young soldier's head on.

"Don't say it. There's nothing we can do about it now."

"Because these people are free villagers who are neither knights nor mercenaries!? I can't believe you forced them to fight it even though you have women and children..."

Viscount Wolfert gathered the surrounding villagers in no way to save the villagers.

Rather the other way around. to requisition them as soldiers, to fight against the Royal Army.

"No, as a soldier, it's still fine! The Viscount takes them hostage..."

"Don't say any more! I don't know who's listening!?"

The captain yells at a soldier who almost spreads his secrets, like by accident.

Another purpose for which the villagers were gathered.

That was to be treated as a shield of meat when the Royal Army attacked.

Viscount Wolfert is a rebel who betrayed the Royal Army and made an empire.

But still, the inhabitants of the Viscountry are clean kingdom nationals.

If we line them up on the walls as hostages, the Royal Army shouldn't be able to aggressively attack them either.

And while we were buying time that way, it was Viscount Wolfert's aim to bribe the nobles in the royal palace and persuade the king to win amnesty and main relief.

'Losing a capable man like me is a loss to the kingdom! If you leave the royal army that comes here, the king must also acknowledge my power and welcome you back into the royal aristocracy!

- and so on are the paranoia spoken with confidence by Viscount Wolfert.

The young soldier shivers his fist with a crocodile and hits his boss with the grievances he has put inside.

"I volunteered to be a soldier to protect this country from the Empire!? And yet how come this town belongs to the Empire without even fighting, and I have to fight the Royal Army on my side!? Besides, it's not weird to shield the villagers I have to protect!

"... I think I'm crazy, too. But we are soldiers hired by Viscount Wolfert. I'm not a kingdom soldier, I'm a Viscount's private soldier. The Viscount prepared this spear, this armor, this rice."

"So..."

"Look, the next villager's waiting! Get the fuck out of here!

Still kicking the butt of a soldier trying to recruit him, the captain forcefully broke the story off.

Sometimes you have to be covered in mud to feed and feed your family no matter how unconvinced you are.

Now it's time to get a young man back to work who doesn't know how to swallow the clouds.

"Ugh..."

The young soldier returned to his work, even with the look of unconvincing. Running under the villagers waiting in front of the walls.

A dozen villagers waited for the soldiers to be judged. There's a carriage with baggage going on in the back.

"What village are you from?

"It belongs to the village of Giza in the east. I've been ordered to evacuate."

A group of villagers, an elderly man at the head, answered in a polite tone.

Some dozen villagers have children. Remembering an earlier conversation with my boss, the soldier's chest ached unevenly.

"Well... what's in that carriage over there?"

"It's the wheat and poppy I was stockpiling. I brought it as an emergency meal."

The soldier glanced at the hemp bag packed in the carriage.

The contents of the luggage must be properly checked if they are meant to be.

But the labor spirit of working so seriously had already disappeared from among the young soldiers.

"You can go through. Tent the square so you can live there for a while."

"... Ah, yes"

The villagers, who were given a light permission to get started, looked clapped out only for a moment, but eventually led the other villagers into the town.

"Wait!"

"Huh...!

But a sharp voice was released on their backs. The Lord of Voices was the captain who had earlier reprimanded the young soldier.

A man called out looks back slowly.

"What's wrong, soldier?"

"... No, if you seem to have excess wheat, you should bring it to the soldier's office building later. I'll make things easier for you."

"... Really, I understand"

The man bowed his head deeply and now it was time to go inside the town.

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The young soldier silently dropped off his back, slightly questioning the villagers, who looked strangely nervous.