Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Viscount Wolfert, a traitor, was taken over by Raidor and other Royal armies, and the town of Wolfin was subdued.

And as a significant contribution to that victory, Sven Arbeil was to be officially recruited as Raydor's military mentor.

"Eight families in the East" defending their borders with the Alsline Empire - five of whose traitors are left behind.

To defeat them, Juvenile Corps Master Sven let the new ploy run.

"What am I supposed to do? Uh-oh!

Town Ectura to the south from Wolfin.

A man shouted at Baron Eladin's house ruling the town.

It was Baron Lloyd Eladin, Lord of this Mansion, who nodded in one corner of the room and screamed as if he were holding his body with both hands.

Baron Eladin is paling his face and tearing like a waterfall with his lean shoulders rattling and shaking violently.

Recently rumors broke out in the town of Ectura, ruled by the Baron.

The rumor is that Wolfin, a neighboring town, was subdued by the Royal Zain Army.

Besides, Wolfin, a fortified city, was lightly dropped by the Royal Army without a day, killing Viscount Wolfert without being able to resist.

Upon hearing that report, Baron Eladin locked himself in his room, locked himself up, and lived a trembling day the whole time.

"No way, I can't believe Viscount Wolfert was lightly killed! I'm next! It's my turn to be killed!

The baron wears a blanket from his head and cries out.

It was a rumor that was harshly hunting down the baron, but its origins were no other Sven Arbeil.

Sven used secret detectives captured by Raydor and by them sprinkled various pieces of information on the territory of the 'Eight Eastern Family'.

"The Royal Army took control of Wolfin in just one day"

"Viscount Wolfert, who defied Raydor, the commander, was unharmed, but the ministers and soldiers of the greatly surrendered Viscount family were all forgiven"

"The Royal Army is adding even more strength by absorbing soldiers and militias from the Viscount Wolfert family, swelling to more than 10,000 troops"

He was a secret detective under King Granard's direct command, but the superior officer who was putting them together had already died in battle, and his loyalty to the king had been broken by witnessing the power of Raydor.

It couldn't even be defied by being shackled by the curse of Raydor, and faithfully spread the information that exaggerated the facts.

As a result, rumours that ran through the border towns caused great ripples in the minds of border nobles, including Baron Eladin.

"Ugh... why do I have to be seen like this? If this were the case, I wouldn't have turned back on the Empire..."

A person named Lloyd Eladin was a natural coward.

It is unlikely as a nobleman who would keep the border if he were that cautious, so much so that he is secretly frightened by his ministers.

Originally, Royle was the second son and succeeding Baron Eladin was supposed to be his brother.

But because his brother died suddenly from an epidemic disease, Royle became a lord without any preparation or readiness.

"So that's why I didn't want to be a lord! I don't take responsibility for protecting the town! I wish I could have lived in peace, secrecy and commerce! How the hell did this happen..."

The baron screams in tears.

This man, who is unlikely as a nobleman to be cowardly and fearless, had no awareness that he was noble in the first place.

I'm not prepared to do anything for my territory with my life in jeopardy. I'm not ready to fight.

That is why when the Imperial Army came to the town of Ectura it surrendered unconditionally without fighting.

"It will definitely kill me...... there is no way the royal palace will forgive me for falling back on the empire!

Baron Eladin shivers his whitened face like paper, thinking of the future he would be waiting for himself.

The Baron of the Little One is frightened and is no longer in the mental state in which he can intercept Raidor and other Royal armies.

Sven's ploy is brilliantly meritorious, and if it stays this way, Ectura will fall without a fight.

But...

"Dang, dang, dang, dang!"

"Hi-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay!?"

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom where the baron was pulling was knocked.

The sound of striking a blunt instrument keeps ringing, and eventually the door breaks from the outside.

Someone was about to break down the door and break into the room.

"Oh, the Royal Army! The Royal Army is here. Oh, my God, oh, my God!

The baron screams in panic at the door that is being destroyed.

I roll around the room with butterflies, diving under the bed and trying to hide.

But if you're a child, you still don't have enough space under your bed to hide yourself as an adult male, the baron.

The baron lets only his upper body dive under the bed and bumps both legs with his head hidden and his buttocks hidden.

"... what the hell are they doing? Father?"

"............ to?

Finally, the door was completely destroyed and an intruder entered the room.

But it was the voice of a woman who could be heard that was released from the intruder's mouth.

He was a baron trying to get out from under the bed in a shuddered voice, but he got weirdly fitted because he was forced to screw his body, and there's no way he's ever been able to get out of it by putting his strength into both arms.

"How unusual... you guys, let your father out."

"Ha!"

A woman gives instructions to the men under her command.

A woman's subordinate grabbed both the baron's legs and dragged them out with strength.

"Ah, right. Right! Ugh... what happened?

"Are you insane? Father."

"Oh, you... Shirley?

It was Shirley Eladin, the Baron's only daughter, who stood at the Baron's present time making his escape from under the bed.

Shirley, dressed in a deeply slit fancy dress, faces off with a fan of extra-colored feathers, sampling a soldier from the Baron family with a hammer to the left and right.

And he looked down cold at his father crawling on the floor dressed like nothing else.

"Assuming the lord who keeps a corner of the kingdom, what a body the wanderer is. I'm not ashamed of myself."

"And there's no choice..."

That's all the baron says about his daughter's terrible reviews.

Baron and I are not an idiot. I was heavily aware that I was not a worthy man of my lord.

But Royle Eladin was not strong enough to stay calm in situations where his life was at stake.

"But the Royal Army will be here soon? You're coming to kill me, to take back the town! So how can you stay calm!?"

"It's the lord who does it, isn't it? If you can't calmly take command in an emergency, you don't deserve to stand up there. Doesn't your father have noble pride?

"Ugh..."

To his cold-blooded daughter's honesty, the baron leaked an unspoken groan.

I looked up at my daughter's face in resentment, but honestly, there was no sound.

Against the baron of the cautious, his daughter Shirley had a very attentive and arrogant personality.

In the second word, the baron was in the lead by his daughter, who spoke of 'noble pride' and so on, and was the head of a person who could no longer lift his head.

"Not at all... your father would really destroy the Baron Eladin family. I have to do something about this place."

"Hey, can you do something about it!?"

To his daughter, who said while hiding her mouth with a fan, the baron sparkled his eyes in hope.

"Of course it is. I had to win, didn't I?

Huh, and Shirley laughs arrogantly.

That face is filled with certainty of victory.

"All you have to do is let me drop His Highness Raidor Zain with a color trick. Your Highness will no longer be afraid of the Royal Army!

"............ what?

In an unexpected response from his daughter, the Baron turned into a pocan and frightened face.

"Oh, you're the color trick? Such an idiot......"

"Wait, Your Highness Raydor! This is my future wife, Shirley Eladin!

Crushing his father approximately, Shirley said, "Oh, ho, ho!," he said, raising a mockery that echoed throughout the mansion.