Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Meanwhile, around that time.

A group of people were visiting in the mansion of the Viscount Wolfert family in the heart of Wolfin.

A dozen or so men are all armed with armor and swords on their hips.

A soldier on the lookout hurries up to the armed group that came in front of the gate.

"Stop! Who is it?"

Soldiers who were guarding the doors of the mansion naturally stop a group that appeared in front of them.

At a time when clashes with the Royal Army were imminent, an armed group appeared in the Lords' mansion, the town's highest authority.

It was also impossible for the soldiers to reveal their vigilance.

"Where are you soldiers! You're not a Viscount soldier!?"

"I'm sorry to surprise you with this. They're my men."

"Are you... Lord Sven Arbeil!?"

To the boy who moves forward, the soldier on the lookout bows his head in surprise.

Sven Arbeil was leading an armed group.

It was the survival of the Earl of Arbeil family, which perished in the war against the Alsline Empire.

I do not need to thank even the descendants of the aristocratic family who have already perished, no matter how blessed they would have been if they had been.

But Sven was also the boy who became the nephew of their employer, the Viscount Wolfert.

If I treated him differently, I didn't know what punishment would come from the Viscount, who is drowning his nephew.

The soldier on the lookout switches to a polite tone that is disproportionate for use against a 13-year-old boy.

"Yes, Lord Sven. These soldiers..."

"They are ministers of my Earl of Arbeil family. I've been mixed up with the refugees and reunited with the people who have fled to this town, and they are my men again."

"Ooh! That's a good thing we got here alive!

"As for you, I brought them in wanting to introduce you to the Viscount... you don't mind going inside the mansion, do you?

"Ha... no, that's a little...?

Soldiers cloud their words with unexpected suggestions.

Sven, if you're alone, you've been given prior permission to enter and leave the mansion freely, but can you even get the soldiers under that wing on your own?

It wasn't something that the opponent could strongly refuse to just the opponent, but it was very judgable on the lower soldier.

"Also, I'm sorry. I'm going to check with the person above..."

"Oh, wait. If you'll allow me to, I'll leave."

He was a soldier trying to run to the soldier's stuffing to confirm, but a well-dressed middle-aged man stopped his back.

It was the man who heads the servants working in this mansion who spoke to the soldiers, the man who is given the status of "family ordinance".

Although the man was not noble, he had the power of number two in this town. Naturally, I'm not the right person for a soldier to talk to on an equal footing.

The soldier on the lookout stood still with Pocan open his mouth to the appearance of an unexpected big man.

"Ha...?

"Just say hello and you'll be done soon. Isn't it a hassle to bother to test your identity or do a physical exam? It's been years of friendship with the Earl of Arbeil family, and you can trust me about them."

"Heh...? Oh, but that's..."

"Or... can't you trust my judgment so much?

"Meh, there is no annihilation!

Surprised by Giroli and a family order, the soldier hurries to stretch his spine.

Sliding through the side of the soldier, who has become like an upright immovable stone statue as it is, the armed group, led by Sven, steps inside the Viscount Wolfert family.

"My lord, I thank you. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Yeah, please take your time. Your wife will be delighted."

On the verge of knocking on the mansion door, a man on a family order sends a signal with one eye closed to Sven.

But no one noticed the signature sent in secret.