Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"The Earl of Arbeil family, which should have had particular power among the nobles who guarded the eastern borders of the Kingdom of Zayn, but the biggest factor in the light destruction of our home by the Empire was the spill of inside information into the Empire"

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Sven speaks in a good tone before Viscount Wolfert, who has become silent.

"The fortified city that the Earl of Arbeil ruled as a territorial capital was difficult to attack. The food was also luxurious and even if surrounded by enemy forces, it should have been able to cage castles for a few months… but the fact that the Imperial Army had found a hidden passage that only the Count's humans were supposed to know allowed enemy incursions from there into the city"

It was supposed to be a hidden passage for the Count humans to escape externally when the town was dropped, but that, in turn, drove the Count family to doom.

Count Arbeil's army, which had been ambushed from a hidden passage, had been lightly disintegrated, leaving no one in the Count's family to glance at Sven, and had lost their lives.

"What does that have to do with me..."

"It was my parents and my brother who knew where the hidden passage was... and the only thing left was my aunt, who was married to the Viscount. Viscount."

"Gu..."

"And when I questioned my aunt the other day, she told me that she told you about the hidden passage. They said it was necessary to send reinforcements."

Knowing that the Earl of Arbeil family had been destroyed because of the fact that he had divulged his secret, my aunt had repeatedly repented with a cry to Sven.

Remembering her temperamental aunt crying down, Sven reinforced her eye insurance even more.

"That's why I take revenge on you...... did you understand? Viscount."

"And I don't know! I don't know anything! I'm not selling the Count's house!

The Viscount shakes his head with a bumble as he dyes his face pale, repeating the words of denial.

But the excuse for moving your eyes, and sweating the sweat out of your forehead, is too white.

Sven, of course, did not trust the Viscount's words by any of the soldiers present on this occasion.

The boy military officer deprived of his family bumps further into words of pursuit.

"... of the 'eight eastern families' that keep their territory at the border, six houses slept back in the empire. And the five houses that glanced at the Viscounts are forced to offer money and food to the Empire as a sign of betrayal. Some homes are being sent in deputies by the Empire. And yet, how is it that only the Viscount Wolfert family is exempt from it?

"Ugh... that's..."

"Did you spare my house from paying the Empire in return for selling the Earl of Arbeil house? Didn't you sell the Count house to get under your umbrella on terms that are superior to the rest of the house?

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

The Viscount lags back shaking his lips.

Sven slowly lifted his hand and poked his fingertips.

"You set your father up to kill Count Arbeil for your own protection! I killed my own brother-in-law, the benefactor you were supposed to keep an eye on!

"Hii, hi, no!

The Viscount shook his rattle and body and finally got his butt on the spot.

A man fattened like a pig stares at a boy who is only about half his stature with frightened eyes.

The sin I had committed appeared before my eyes to judge myself.

In the Viscount's eyes, Sven looked like a reaper who shook up the Great Sickle.

"Yu, forgive me! This is what I had to do! This is the only way for the Viscount Wolfert family to survive..."

"... Viscount, if you have no choice but to work betrayal for your home, let me do the same."

"Is...?

Not knowing what the words Sven had spoken meant, the Viscount listened back with a dumb face.

Sven narrowed his eyes cold - flipped his right hand without hesitation - to the Viscount with Petan and his ass.

"Gi......"

A sharp metal tip is sucked into the Viscount's neck.

It was the dagger Sven had hidden in his clothes that pierced the Viscount's throat with the flash of silver.

"I dedicate your life to His Highness Raydor as a gift to rebuild the Earl of Arbeil. As a man of the aristocracy, I defile my hands for the house. It's the same thing the Viscount did. You're not gonna complain, are you?

"Damn... Ha... ha..."

I guess the child Sven's slender arm couldn't completely pierce the neck of the luxuriously fat Viscount.

The Viscount is getting stabbed in the throat and bleeding, yet spasmodically cramping his body with Hugh and a strange breathing noise repeatedly.

"No, I... I want to, I don't..."

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Neither Sven nor the other soldiers did it with mercy to Viscount Wolfert, who mourned in pain.

The Viscount was finally doomed after plenty of five minutes or so of crying.