Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Entering the paperwork late at night, Raydor finally returned to one of the Viscount's rooms, which he uses as his bedroom.

I went into the room, I took off my clothes and jumped into bed.

"You've had an adventurer's life too long. The brainwork of a long time..."

When I lived in the royal palace as a prince, I was surrounded by tutors and encouraged to study, but such memories are a long time ago.

Raydor today was a free swordsman and an adventurer.

It must be much easier to hunt demons in the wilderness and dense woods as long as you clean up the paperwork against your desk.

"... really, don't overkill yourself if you don't sign up for a civilian soon. Oh, not at all. I beat the Holy Sword Holder of the Empire. I can't believe I can beat deskwork."

Blurring like that, Raydor closed his heavy eyelid.

It is also a matter of government tomorrow morning. If you don't take some rest, you'll really break your body.

Without defying the sleeper's invitation, Raydor closed his eyes.

I guess fatigue was accumulating because of unfamiliar deskwork. Less than 10 minutes into bed, Raydor was sinking into a deep sleep.

"Shh..."

After Raydor had been around for a while about sleeping......... the door knob in the room moved slowly and the door opened giggly.

…………

A shadow enters the dim room where the moonlight plunges through the window, with a slip of foot, a slip of foot.

A person breaking into the room circles his neck from left to right and eventually discovers Raydor on the bed.

"Phew..."

The shadow leaked a small laugh.

And walk towards the edge of the bed.

"Mmm..."

Raydor twirled into the futon also felt signs of people, making a slightly murky voice.

But you won't wake up.

Whether the fatigue accumulated in the accumulation is shredding the sense of crisis, the lid remains falling off.

The mysterious shadow turned the futon, and he was still resting even as he snuck into bed in time.

The person who broke into the bed moved sultry through the futon, while hips from Raydor's foot. I crawled up to my chest even more.

"Hmm......... Namilia?

Coming that far, Raydor finally utters the maid's name in her fallen asleep voice.

Raydor, who is supposed to be a skilled swordsman, has allowed the intruder to fall asleep so far, because there are maids who usually attack the sleep.

The maid's routine behavior had led to a loss of vigilance over the person entering the room and creeping into bed.

"Pfft... it's humiliating to be called another woman's name. Sir."

"Huh...!?"

Raydor finally noticed something strange in his deafening voice.

Grab the futon with your right hand and throw it away so you can peel it off.

"Yay! Such an embarrassment......!

"Are you...!?"

The figure of the bender who was breaking into the futon is revealed. Raydor opened his eyes and drank his breath.

The person, who spanned Raydor, was a naked woman without a thread.

The unfamiliar woman is dripping her wavy blonde hair across Raydor's chest and crawling her fingertips to a thick chest plate.

"A hard body that has been worked out. I'm gonna fall in love with you."

"... you, who?

To the woman stroking her skin, Raydor asked briefly.

It is undoubtedly the first woman I meet who is in front of me.

For a moment, although I suspected that it might be an assassin unleashed by someone, the woman can't even feel murderous with her whole waist.

If he was an assassin, I'd almost cut him off with a sword, but Raydor was confused without knowing what to do.

The woman smiled sharply and tongued like a prank.

"Doesn't it matter now who I am? I am a woman. You're a man. And this is in a love nest named Bed...... there's more to do than introduce yourself, right?

"Ugh...!?"

A woman licked Peroli and Raydor's chest.

Plus, he even drops a kiss to make it a dear man's lip.

"It's a truly beautiful, complete body. Deserves my husband. Exactly the flesh of a hero…"

…………

"Come on, let's grow two loves. My dear husband."

A woman turns her wet eyes to Raydor.

Raydor's face is reflected in her golden eyes, shining in the dark at night like a cat.

"……………"

Raydor shook up his fist after a lot of thought.

And he relentlessly slapped the clenched fist bone into the woman's head.

"Phew!?"

A woman screamed like a beast trampled on her tail and rolled off the bed.

Raydor got up and awoke on the bed, looking down at the woman's 'too small nudity'.

"So... what game is this, kid cho"

"Ugh... I can't believe my charm doesn't work..."

"No, what are you going to say with such a poor body"

A woman called out by a kid cho tears her eyes and gives her head away.

It must have been a woman, but she was a child no matter what she thought, rolling off the bed and sitting on the floor.

Small back length as to whether it reaches Raydor's hips or not. Torso like a cylinder with no irregularities at all.

Even younger than Sven. Girl... No, Raydor turns a frightened glance at a woman her age who can't help calling her a toddler.

"... I don't have a hobby for hatred and kids. Come back after 10 years."

"Ahhh..."

"Your Highness! What is it!?"

Dotadota and footsteps echoed from the hallway and the door to the room opened from the outside.

It was Darren Garst and the guard soldiers who noticed the anomaly and jumped into the room.

Darren took a soothing breath at Raydor, not a scratch sitting on the bed, then froze at the naked toddler sitting on the floor.

"Ah..."

Darren, who had been solidified for a long time, eventually had a pulling grin.

"... I'm sorry. You seem to have disturbed me. Continue to enjoy."

"Wait, wait, wait! You are absolutely mistaken!?"

"Don't worry. Because we know that the aristocrats and the royalty have such tastes."

"I knew you were mistaken!? Cora, don't close the door!

Raydor rushes to stop Darren from leaving the room with a slightly warm grin.

As we exchanged like that, a little Sven appeared from behind Darren.

"What's all this noise at night............ can't you sleep"

Sven in his kick-ass pyjamas peeks into the room as he rubs his sleeping eyes.

And I opened my eyes to a young lady sitting on the floor rubbing her head.

"Is...? Shirley...... Shirley Eladin!? How did you get here!?"

"... oh? Isn't that Sven? He's alive?

A toddler leans her little neck in tears with pain to Sven, who blows her drowsiness and screams.

"Eladin......?

To his familiar family name, Raydor looked to the toddler surprisingly.

Darren and his soldiers also take naked toddlers seriously.

Taking a single glance from the same person in the room, the toddler girl...... Shirley Eladin, Baron Eladin's daughter, casually handed over the sheet to hide her body.