Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

At the same time Shirley's high laughter is echoing at Baron Eladin's residence.

The eastern border of the kingdom of Zayn as well. The town of Oburt in the north from Wolfin.

There was also a figure in that town, the territory of the Viscount Ouigist family, one of the nobles of the "Eight Eastern Family", with a head for distress.

"... has Wolfin fallen? Don't be too early."

It was Viscount Benjamin Ouigist, the lord who ruled this town, who roared with gray hair.

Middle-aged aristocrats over 50 years old mourn irrationally as they scratch their nerves at hair that is whiter than their age.

"I don't think Wolfert will be discussed so soon... No, if it's unexpected in the first place, it's already started with the Royal Army being able to get rid of the Imperial Army..."

Rumors had already reached Viscount Ouigist that Bobalt Wolfert had been debated and the town of Wolfin had been subdued.

Although Viscount Oygist had nothing to be upset and cry about like Baron Eladin, he still has a sinister look on his face.

The horse was going to escape annihilation on a winning horse. It is also impossible to want to mourn irrationality.

(Am I wrong? Should we have fought the Empire without surrendering, like Count Arbeil?

It is a question of self which is repeated time and time again.

And each time the response is the same - 'Neither changes'

(No... even if we fought the Empire to the end, we were just attacked and destroyed by an overwhelming difference in power, as Count Arbeil was. Then it's not just the lives of me and my family. even the fate of ministers and inhabitants is to be jeopardized)

The Viscount never fell back from his own preservation or his fear of the Empire.

He only chose the latter after worrying, weighing the virtues of the patriarchal tradition he had received from the Zain royal family and the security of the territory and the inhabitants.

He said he inevitably chose to bear the stigma of 'rebellion' for the territory and the people, but as a result the empire was defeated and Viscount Oigist territory was once again set to face a crisis of ruin.

The Viscount desperately devises a way to twist his head and avoid ruin, but never came up with an answer.

(Sir...... how sweet)

There was one person in the office where the Viscount was located, except for him. That is the chief soldier serving the Viscount Ouigist family.

The soldier chief looked painfully at the master holding his head and opened his mouth as he had decided to.

"Sir...... how about we still owe your wisdom to our young husband here?

"It's..."

"If you are a young husband, you may come up with a plan to avoid this situation"

"Right, right..."

At the suggestion of the soldier chief, the Viscount makes his face even more bitter.

The suggestion was something that the Viscount had thought about more than once.

And it was also rejected for 'a reason'.

"But...... I've done something I can't face Jas. Will that child forgive me?

The Viscount snapped with an anxiously swinging voice.

Viscount Oygist had set himself apart from his son, a man, a few months earlier, and had barely spoken since then.

There was a sense of commonality and guilt in the Viscount's face, and he hesitated to consult his son about the crisis.

"Young husbands are not like dragging resentment. Plus, you must understand your husband's struggles. Would it be more resentful later not to be consulted about anything under this circumstance than that?

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After the soldier's superiority, the Viscount closed his eyes often.

A dark silence descends into the Viscount's office.

He was the Viscount who kept quietly contemplating, but after a while he opened his mouth heavily.

"... I'm going to see Jas. Make a statement."

"Ha! I understand!

To the Viscount's reply, the soldier chief gladly corrects his spine.

Viscount Oygist rose out of his chair with a sunny face that looked somewhere down the shoulder load, smiling bitterly at his subordinate, who would obviously brighten his expression.