Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Viscount Oygist accompanied his squire and visited a room behind the mansion.

There are two soldiers in front of the room trying to pinch the door. The soldier sees the Viscount's face, or he comes down with a sticky head.

"How's Jas doing?"

"My young husband stays as usual. The meal is well taken and nothing unusual!

A soldier stretched his spine to answer his husband's query.

The Viscount nods, "Well," and commands the soldier to open the door.

The soldier opened the key and opened the door, or the enthusiasm burst from inside the room.

"Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum!

There was a figure of one man in the room.

The naked man in his upper body has repeatedly hung himself with both hands holding a simple chandelier suspended from the ceiling.

How much time have you been doing that?

Sweat flowing from a man's body is creating a blister on the floor, and the temperature in the room is much higher than in the hallway because of the heat erupting from the uplifted flesh.

Viscount Oygist looked at the enthusiasm on his face and spoke to the man hanging from the ceiling.

"Jas! I'll get in your way!

"Mm...?

The man's arm stops repeatedly suspended in the Viscount's call.

He looked down at the Viscount's head from the ceiling and spoke out.

"Oh, this is my father. Thank you very much."

Hiya. A man was grabbing a chandelier. Let go of my hand.

At the foot of a man who lands straight on the floor, a puddle made of sweat jumps.

"Has it been a month since I've seen your face? I was just wondering if they cut off my parents and kids because they haven't come to see me since I got locked up."

"Ugh..."

The Viscount took a long breath.

The man's words were only flat, but he feels as sharp as a blade to the Viscount, who has something behind him in his heart.

The name of the man who was training naked in his upper body was Justy Oygist.

He is the son of Viscount Oygist and a man who, if nothing happened, was supposed to inherit the Viscount family.

Justy has been under house arrest for a month now in one of the mansions and was forbidden to go outside.

"That's... No, I'm sorry. No excuses."

"I don't mind. I didn't say anything disgusting. So... what are you doing today?

…………

Ask as Justy raises her hair wet in sweat.

Without answering the question, the Viscount often contemplated.

(What should I explain…)

The Viscount's decision to lock his son in such a place was prompted by an invasion from the Alsline Empire.

With the Balmes Fortress on the border dropped by the Empire, the nobles who keep their territory on the eastern border were forced to make a decision against the invaders.

Namely - 'subordination' or 'resistance'?

The decision Viscount Oygist made was' subordination '.

Without fighting the Empire, he surrendered and sought territorial security in exchange for the provision of food, etc.

But my son Justy rebelled greatly against such a Viscount's decision.

Justy did not concede that he should fight in cooperation with the Earl of Arbeil and the Viscount Dolphins, arguing only for a thorough antiwar.

Parent-child discussions were always parallel lines, and Justy, who would not eventually bend the claim, was ordered to be cautious and locked into a room in the Viscount's residence.

(What if... If Justy had fought thoroughly then, as he said, would things have changed now?

The Viscount couldn't help but think about it now, but still couldn't help but think that there was no such benefit.

No matter how frustrated I was by regret, I made a decision.

Then you have to take responsibility for it.

"Justy, I want you to listen to me. My Viscount Ouigist family is in danger of annihilation."

In the end, the Viscount decided to talk as it were.

That the Imperial Army, which was attacking Fortress Blaine, was repelled.

That the royal family has sent troops to the eastern border to solemnize the traitors.

That the Viscount Wolfert family has been exterminated by the Royal Army and that the Viscount Oigist family has also been stretched with a blade of solemnity.

Without covering it up, the Viscount gave all the information he could find out to his son.

…………

Justy was listening to his father as he wiped the sweat flowing through his body with a cloth wet with water, without pinching words along the way.

Eventually, when the Viscount's story was all over, Justy opened his mouth.

"So... what does my father want?

Justy finally weaves his gown on his sweaty body.

And he took the glasses that were placed on the table and put them on his face.

With his glasses on like this, Justy looks as intelligent as a civilian.

From the neck down, however, was covered in enough muscle to be called meat armor, as if the top and bottom were unbalanced body like someone else's.

"If my father's life matters, it's good to run away. You should take all your property and take refuge in the Empire. If Father's life of the people is important, it is good to surrender greatly to the Royal Army and give up the territory. Although it is now provisionally an imperial territory, it was originally part of the kingdom. It shouldn't be bad."

"It's..."

In the words of his most seemingly son, the Viscount silenced without a word to return.

I know it as a Viscount. I just can't make a decision.

If being a lord is your first priority, you should surrender greatly and seek the safety of your people. In fact, that's what I did when I was forced to surrender from the Empire.

In that case, however, the Viscount of Ouigist and his family will see no remaining solemn concern.

If we keep those who have fallen back on the enemy, the royal family will be lightened.

We'll be sure to show ourselves off to avoid a new traitor.

(I wish I was the only one to be decapitated. I'm the one who made the decision. responsibility for that lies with me)

But the punishment for treason extends to the entire clan. Not just the Viscount, but his wife and children are also sent to the execution table.

It was an unacceptable future for the Viscount.

"... What would happen to the inhabitants if we escaped?

"Though it is in a state of truce, it is now in war. Even though security in the realm is decreasing, if the lord escapes, the realm will be even more desolate. Soldiers and mercenaries who have lost their employers must be on the way and become bandits, and confused people must have a feud over money and food. Even the people of good towns may break into merchants and work looting"

…………

You cannot escape if you think of the people.

Until the dawn of the territory to the Royal Army, the town should be governed by responsibility.

The people and the family.

Swinging between the two precious, Viscount Oygist lay down his eyes unable to make a decision.

"Mm..."

A pity dwelt in Justy's eyes at the figure of his nagging father.

Although Viscount Oygist and Justy have come into conflict with each other because of a difference of opinion, they are nevertheless parents and children.

For Justy, the Viscount was no different than being a loving father.

Not to mention that I don't think Justy and the Viscount who gave in to the Empire were completely wrong in their judgment.

That's why I was so dearly spoiled by the captives.

"Father... one, isn't it going to come up with an alternative"

Justy therefore decided to come up with a proposal to dispel his father's troubles.

"An alternative, so...?

"Even so. My father will take my mother and my brothers out of the kingdom and remain in exile to the Empire. And - I will remain in Viscount Ouigist territory, and we will keep the peace until the Royal Army comes to this town."

"Become... stupid! Then you...!

The Viscount peels his eyes and screams.

Sacrifice is no exaggeration. I couldn't let him be my son.

"If you want to stay in town, I'll stay! You run away to the Empire, too!

"Then my brothers grieve. Kids will need fathers."

To his stuffed father, Justy broke off clearly.

"And the Royal Army will never forgive you for working your way back to the Empire. But if it was me who was opposed to turning over and was even shut down, the Royal Army might issue an amnesty."

"It's..."

"It is where many soldiers find out that I was against my father. It seems to be a rumor in town too, and if rumors reach the head of the Royal Army, there's plenty of chance they'll miss it."

…………

That was too hopeful an observation.

But the Viscount, who saw a clear colour of readiness in his son's eyes, could no longer say anything more.

He bites his lips with a sinking face and trembles his fists at his own helplessness.

"Don't look at me like that. I've decided to die."

Justy pushes up the middle edge of his glasses.

"If His Majesty Granard is the opponent, he will not be spared the execution table sending, but if His Highness Raydor were to be in command, there would be room for negotiation. As rumors have it, even more so if you have Sven Arbeil under your command."