Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

In the corner of the town of Wolfin there was a section where rental warehouses used by pedestrians and others flowing from other towns were gathered.

After Wolfin was occupied by the Empire, pedestrians stopped coming and it was a warehouse district that had become completely unpopular, but there was a group gathered in one of its warehouses.

"At all, I'm not in the mood. It doesn't burn."

In the mortgage warehouse, a man blurred sitting on a crate in which his luggage was put.

The mouth of a middle-aged man with a barren beard is filled with paper cigarettes and white smoke creeping up the ceiling.

A man serving as his superior raised an eyebrow, blaming the man for spitting out such purple smoke.

"What are you talking about? It would be your job not to burn, but to burn."

"That's not what I meant... what's so fun about having to do such a dirty job"

"Dude, no way a rare arsonist." Fire Eating Birds. "Oh, you cowardly bastard? You've burned down a lot of towns and fields, and now what?"

"Don't call people like killers with no blood or tears. The only time I'm on fire is when I'm doing what I'm really good at."

A middle-aged man, ironically called a 'fire-eating bird' by his boss, objected as he rubbed out the cigarette fire.

Gathered in this rental warehouse were covert operatives sent in by King Granard.

Their task in Wolfin is to set fire to the whole town at a time when Raydor Zain will lead the army into this town.

Promoted as the central figure in that operation was Fire Eating Birds, a magician who specializes in fire and grill work, among other things, in secrecy.

"Fire Eating Birds" was originally one of the court magicians, an expert who supposedly had no one to leave to the right when it comes to the magic of flames.

But he has a past where he destroyed part of the palace by an accident he caused during a new magic experiment, and that led him to expel a court magician.

"Fire Eating Birds", which became the King's direct operative after bending over, began to leap in the shadows of the kingdom, specializing in burning down enemy bases and fields.

It was inevitable that 'Fire Eating Birds', such a flaming expert, was entrusted with this operation, but the face of the man at heart was something that would not float.

(Because I like fire, I burn everything. Bye... why do I have to burn an allied town?)

He was a 'fire-eating bird' who had softened things up, including when he was a court magician, but he was never an outrageous villain with no blood or tears.

It was once the development of the new magic that blew up the palace in order to increase the number of weapons protecting the kingdom of Zayn, and it was the purpose of burning down the strongholds of the enemy countries to keep the motherland from stepping into the enemy.

Though slightly distorted, 'Fire Eating Birds' had his own justice and ethics, drawing a precise line between what was good to burn and what was not.

(This is obviously 'something you shouldn't burn')

"That's right," Fire Eating Birds. "Hey. If you want to smoke, why don't you go outside? What will you do if you ignite the oil?"

Inside the mortgage warehouse were crates loaded enough to reach the ceiling, but the contents were the oil and firewood they procured locally.

"Who do you think I am? He said he wouldn't do that."

"Fire Eating Birds" snorts huffy and carries a new paper cigarette into his mouth.

With his index finger over, a small spark dwells there to ignite the tip of the cigarette.

The man, captain of the task force, narrowed his eyes to "Fire Eating Birds," which he showed using the excellent technique of unchanging magic with the usual tricks.

"... you haven't been nervous for a long time. Do you know that this operation is an important one in determining His Majesty's departure?

"Your Majesty, no retreat..."

"Keeping His Highness Raydor alive will surely do harm to His Majesty's future. It is our secret mission to prevent it and protect the end of the kingdom from the shadows. If you're one of them, be more aware of that."

"Heh heh... I ordered my liver"

"Fire Eating Birds" exhaled purple smoke with a hella of laughter.

Hidden heads cut up the sermon that no matter how much you say it would be useless, frowning at such a cloister-like man's trick.

Glancing sideways at his boss who is shaking his head, 'Fire Eating Birds' pukes purple smoke along with depressed emotions.

(In the end, do you mean the great man's power struggle? The only people that get caught up in it are the lower end like me and not even the folks I don't know...... human beings are ugly. I thought the only thing beautiful was the flames.)

Currently, the town was being equipped with fire-fighting devices planted with oil and firewood everywhere under the guidance of "Fire Eating Birds".

Fire igniters placed everywhere by mages who knew all about the fire are perfectly calculated up to the momentum of the fire and the direction of the smoke flow, and if the operation starts, half of the town will burn out and take a large number of lives.

A devil's trick that takes the lives of many innocent human beings and puts that sin on a king brother with no grudge whatsoever - given the gloomy fact that it was himself who created it, nature and wrinkles lean between the frowns of "Fire Eating Birds".

"... oh, scary scary. I'm afraid I'll smoke outside."

"Fire Eating Birds" rises from the crate that was replacing the chair, turning his back on his fellow operatives and trying to get out of the warehouse.

But before the man could put his hand on the door, the entrance slid sideways and opened from the outside.

"I'll get in the way. Pedestrian Koichi."

"Oops!

Suddenly, 'Fire Eating Birds' accidentally flew behind the open door.

Outside light plunges in from the gap between the laterally opened inlets, and one man's silhouette rises in the backlight.

"Uh, you'll have trouble coming in on your own. This is the warehouse we rent."

The leader of the task force tries to respond to someone who has trespassed, wearing a mask of approximation that people like.

Behind that, other operatives removed the weapon so that it could not be seen through the door.

"Look, get out of here. I'm just inventorying a product now."

"Hey, inventory. I thought you were getting ready for some naughty work... but you're not."

"... can I make a mistake with someone else? We're free dealers in clothing."

The leader makes an excuse to be alert and exposed.

As I ask such questions, my eyes gradually get used to the lights from the outside and the faces of the people who appear in front of me become clear.

"Uh... he's dead, us"

The first person I noticed who the person was was was a 'fire-eating bird'.

Toss and trample the tobacco on the ground, which is completely shortened, take out the new tobacco and mouth it.

It's like saying that's the last piece of clothing, but carefully, it exhales smoke with plenty of flavor already.

"No, you're not wrong. This is where you love to play with fire, Ethe. You're a merchant, aren't you?

With that said, the man closes the door in his pishari and rear hand to block the operative's escape route.

The man with the pitch-black sword hanging on his hips was Raidor Zain, the target of this plot.