Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

It was a group of villagers who came into the town of Wolfin, but they entered the mansion on the outskirts of town without heading to the squares guided by the soldiers.

It is the mansion once used by the majestic merchants, who were the leading men of the town, to surround their mistresses, secluded in an unpopular backstreet.

It was now a deserted ruin with no inhabitants or visitors, but the villagers enter the premises of the mansion and park the carriage, as is normal.

Then he slowly opens the rusty door and carries in the load he was putting in the carriage.

"Hmm... I'm surprised you found out."

One of the villagers plumbs the gossip and face with a cloth and drops the dirt on his face.

It was the face of the king's brother, chosen by the Holy Sword, who emerged from under the face of the dirty villager in the soil of the field. He was Raidor Zain.

"I've never been on an undercover mission before. No, I'm thrilled."

"It's my first time, too. Oh man......"

"Your Highness, Captain Darren, I will be pumping water into the barrel in a moment, please!

Darren, who was disguised as a villager just like Raydor, sighs with a tired face.

Sarah, its deputy, took the wooden barrel out of her luggage and ran to Patapata and the well outside.

The abandoned mansion is completely lonely with its walls and floors, and whenever it steps on its feet, it sounds giddy and ominous.

Raydor walked carefully to prevent the floor from falling out and sat down to the mansion stairs.

I turn to the proponent of this infiltration operation as I open the chest of the clothes that were slightly tightened.

"Sven, you could have just barged in like you said. Honestly, I'm worried about border town security."

"That means that the morale of the soldiers on guard is falling, my lord Raydor"

In response to Raydor's words, Sven Arbeil replies with a sneer.

"If you betray without a great name, your enemies, as well as your subordinates and subordinates who are supposed to be allies, are something that you will be distrustful of. It's common in history for a rebel who betrayed his master to lose his life after being abandoned by his subordinates."

"I see... let's just say I'm careful too"

My lord... Raydor nodded smudgingly as he held his overthrow to his brother in his heart.

Tomorrow we will be. The same end was engraved deep into my heart as I followed.

It was about 20 of Raydor and Sven, Darren and his men who broke into the town of Wolfin.

The mansion was abandoned, but Sven, who had fled to this town, ordered the survivors of the Earl of Arbeil family to use it as a safe house.

I don't think I expected this to happen, but if I did, the well-prepared boy would impress Raydor, too.

"Well... so what are we going to do now? Do you want to slash into Viscount Wolfert's mansion?

Raydor broke the sack of hemp he had loaded in his carriage and took out the sword of love he had hidden in his wheat.

I hid it in a bag with wheat on it to mislead the gatekeeper's eyes, but the pitch-black holy sword, which is all covered in wheat, is protesting by spraying a black temper that he didn't like the various treatments.

In the lobby of the mansion, kingdom soldiers, who were turning into villagers, break one hemp bag after another, assembling and arming broken down swords and armor.

Though the numbers are small, everyone here is the elite of Darren's belly.

There will be no such thing as falling back on soldiers in the House of the Viscount.

"Well... the number of people is a little disturbing, but as long as His Royal Highness Raydor is around, we'll be able to drop the Viscount's mansion and everything."

Darren also nodded at Raydor's words again.

At the same time Sarah returns and gives me the water in the wooden barrel. Raydor and Darren wipe their bodies with water and change into armor.

The battle is steadily getting ready.

But the boy, the proponent of the operation, shakes his head and gives him water.

"No… I would like to avoid tough measures if possible"

"Come on, you didn't just cower, did you? Sure, there's gonna be a difference in power, but with me and Darinslave, we can afford to fill it, right?

"No, that's not what I'm talking about... because if it's a battle, there's a risk that the fire operatives unleashed by King Granard will move."

He had already told Sven that Granard was about to set fire to the chaos of the battle and bring notoriety to Raydor.

The boy who heard the king's ploy was not surprised, but rather snorted many times just saying he was good at it.

In response to Sven's concerns, Darren wrinkles between her eyebrows and makes a difficult look.

"... I'm curious about the existence of the fire, surely, but isn't some battle inevitable? If you quickly considered Viscount Wolfert without moving the army, there wouldn't be so much confusion, and even if the fire moved, wouldn't the people of town be able to evacuate immediately?

"Perhaps so. But maybe not. It is unclear to what extent the operative is prepared, so we would like to take every precaution possible."

"Heh... you look like you have an idea. Fine, because this time it's your trick. Let's see what our Master has to offer."

Raydor brutally strokes Sven's head with his hand, laughing funny.

Sven, whose hair was messed up, said, "Aww!" and slammed his hands and feet, trying to escape Raydor's hand.