Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Ugh... this is..."

Groaning, Justy Oygist slowly opens his lid.

My body is heavy and I don't move as much as I think. It was as if even iron balls were bracketed on his hands and feet.

Apparently Justy is put to bed.

The upper body was naked and bandaged around the shoulder area. When I touch it with my hand, it runs uneven and sharp.

"Well... I was defeated by His Highness Raydor in a duel..."

"Looks like you're awake, Mr. Justy."

"Mm...?

Moving his gaze from side to side to voice, a little boy was sitting on a chair placed beside his bed.

I can't see them well because I don't have glasses. As I was exploring the pillow with my hands, my glasses were pressed against my face with a grip.

Look at the person over the lens. I looked familiar to the boy's face sitting with his arms and legs together and the look of how grumpy he was.

He was Sven Arbeil, a nobleman on the Eastern border, just like Justy.

"... Sven? You look good."

"Yeah, unlike you. I've been cursed by Your Highness. It doesn't seem to be completely out of effect, so you better not move too much. And..."

"Ngu!?"

"You should hydrate a little. I'll give you a drink."

Sven stuck a watermark in Justy's mouth with his scornful eyes just saying he had looked down.

Justy slaps the bed to complain of bitterness in the water that is poured into him forcefully with Gyghui.

Normally, it was powerful and pushy, but I couldn't even shake Sven's fine arm off in close proximity to full creation because of the curse.

Eventually, half the contents of the water drain are emptied, and the water that couldn't get out of his mouth is in the stage of wetting the bed's sheets with jab jabs, and Sven finally releases Justy.

"Buh... hah... hah... isn't it painful...!

"Isn't it living proof that it's painful? We survive each other more than anything."

"Right, to each other..."

Justy is a duel loser. I'm not in a position to complain if they take my life like that.

Sven is also a loser in the war against the Empire, a life that is not strange if you are unlucky enough to be killed.

It is a strange state of life here for both of them, the two of whom were even difficult to face each other in this way.

Justy kept his eyes closed and silent for a while, but eventually opened his mouth with a potpout.

"I'm really glad it was a breath disaster. And I'm sorry. I apologize for not being able to rush to the crisis of the Earl of Arbeil"

"It's not something you care about. Mr. Justy has heard that the Viscounts of Ouigist were opposed to falling back on the Empire."

"Still, it makes no difference that Ouigist worked betrayal. If you think it's a vendetta, you don't mind if I keep taking it?

"No way. I'm already hungry for revenge."

Sven spread his hands as if to stand aside.

Why should I be apologized to unrelated Justy when Viscount Wolfert, who sold out the Arbeil family, said it didn't look bad?

"More than that... it's time to let me hear it. Why did you challenge His Highness Raydor to a duel?

"Mm..."

"You didn't really just want to try and fight the Holy Sword Holder, did you? These muscle glasses."

"You, whatever you say..."

…………

Sighing at Sven staring at him with a slight eye, Justy distracted himself.

"Regardless, there is something I wanted to see fighting His Highness Raydor, a hero as a samurai. But because I thought it was necessary for the survival of the Viscount Ouigist family"

Justy spoke in a slow tone.

Lie down in bed again and draw strength from your body where the curse has not fallen out.

"When I heard about His Highness Raydor hiring you, I immediately realized. His Royal Highness wants to build his own faction, and he wants talented people."

No matter how intelligent he was, Sven is a 12-year-old boy.

As a minister, it could not have been something that would have been otherwise, such as welcoming him as a military master.

Nevertheless, deliberately putting Sven under the curtain would mean that Raydor is a man of great strength and is greedy for talent.

"... that you were trying to show your power by fighting in a duel? You didn't have any other means?

"There could have been. But at times I am only a samurai. Spears are the only way to open up the future. There's no other way to live."

"... you're smart and stupid, so you don't like it. He could have died like that, right?

"Would it be better to be the rust of a hero's sword than to survive as a rebel who has fallen back on the enemy country like this? And - in case His Highness Raydor is strong enough to be debated by me, I'm not going to serve him. Not to mention, I'm not going to cooperate in the treason against His Majesty the King"

"... were you still aware? that His Royal Highness Raydor is seeking treason against King Granard."

"Whatever. For once, a man who was expelled from the royal palace is about to build his own army and faction. I can't think of a purpose other than treason."

Saying it like it was nothing, Justy grinned furiously.

"... the life I threw away once anyway. Let me also associate myself with His Highness Raydor's ambitions. Of course, if His Royal Highness could accept your help."

"That's not a problem. His Highness Raydor is a deeply nostalgic man. So much so that I missed even the masked kid who's going to set me up with color tricks."

"Mm... what are you talking about?

"I'm talking about this... I'll ask His Highness to do me a favor, so don't worry. I'm more senior, so I'll use you like a carriage horse."

Sven laughed "Humph" to make a fool of himself and looked down at the older junior lying in bed.

Thus, the Viscount Oygist family was also to be placed under the control of the Leidor army again.

There are three traitors left in the "Eight Eastern Family". The battle of Solemn Qing over the Eastern border region had come to an end.