Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Ko, what are you going to do with this!? Sven!?"

Viscount Wolfert, with his sword in his neck, screams in an agitated manner.

Sven sighed deliberately looking up at such a relative's face as troubled.

"I don't care what you say you mean...... didn't I tell you? He said it was a home robbery."

"Ugh, are you going to take Viscount Wolfert's house!? Who, there's a crook! Anyone out there?!?"

"It's no use. Viscount. The people of the house have already been kept away by the other soldiers. I don't care how much you scream, nobody's coming here."

"Well... how did a crook like you get into my mansion?"

"You let me in with the help of a kind person. Is it that what you should have is a friend?

Sven's explanation was like a tease, but the Viscount arrives at the truth unexpectedly sharply.

"No way... there's a traitor? Mine, in this mansion......!

"Your answer, Viscount... isn't it extraordinarily clever?"

"Heh, I'm kidding. Ahhh! There can't be anything in this mansion that betrays me!

The Viscount stepped on the estate with Zdansdan.

Sven slightly pulled his face at the sound of the floor falling out.

"If you betrayed the kingdom for your own protection, wouldn't you know? The feelings of those who turn to their enemies for their own cuteness."

The Viscount Wolfert family had several traitors, including the man of the decree.

They had been uprooted by Sven for a long time, but eventually invited Sven and others to the mansion on the condition that Raydor would be given security of family and property.

Just as the Viscount sold himself to the Empire for his own desire and preservation, he said that there was also something to protect for those who served in this mansion.

"Damn, that happens! Who do you think I am!? I am the chosen person, the head of the Viscount Wolfert family!? Am I allowed to have something that betrays me!

But it is something that does not allow itself to be a victim as much as those who harm others in peace. The Viscount takes himself up on the shelf, turns his face bright red and spreads his anger.

"This is me, this is me!?"

"Please shut up. Exactly."

One of the swords poked at his neck pierces the Viscount, who is poked at the sword and unable to move.

The wound that tore his neck was to the point where the tip of the sword stabbed him only slightly, but the Viscount screams exaggerated.

With his plentiful body rattling and trembling, the Viscount turned his mesmerizing eyes to Sven.

"Sven... I should have saved your life. You lost your home, you lost your family, you gave it to where you lived. And yet, how could you..."

"Oh? Didn't you just suppress me to use it? You were either going to take over your home as a back shield when you rebuilt the Earl of Arbeil house, or you were going to sell it to the Empire for a reward, right?

"Oh, shit, that's..."

Drawing stars, the Viscount blues.

Sven didn't think this man, who was greedy, jerked off his kindred, etc. The shallow conspiracy of the Viscount, and so forth, had been discerned from the beginning.

Nevertheless, the Viscount proclaims without giving up because he will survive.

"Well, then why did you rely on the Viscount Wolfert family to come to this town? How could you know it would be used..."

"Isn't it decided... it's revenge"

"Phew, phew?

The Viscount repeats Sven's words like a child.

With such a cold glance at the Viscount, Sven bites his teeth off.

"Yes... I dared to come to you to kill you for betraying the Earl of Arbeil family and selling you out to the Empire. Viscount."