Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

As the battle went towards the good border in the Eastern Border Region, another perversion was occurring in the Wang Capital, the heart of the Kingdom of Zayn.

One of the mansions in the aristocratic district of Wangdu.

A rare visitor was in the Hall of Abe Macbeth, one of his subordinates serving King Granard Zain.

"Hmm... what can I do for you at such a late hour?

Macbeth, the owner of the mansion, asked the guest sitting on the chair, stroking his long white beard.

Macbeth's voice has a slightly blameworthy hue.

Time is already close to midnight. It is too impolite to visit the Mansion of Macbeth, a noble nobleman holding the office of Attorney General in the Royal Palace, at such times.

Nevertheless, Macbeth welcomed the guest into the reception room of the mansion without driving him back, because the other party was a man with Macbeth who could not be underneath.

"I apologize for such a time. Sir Macbeth."

Saying in a cool voice, it was a young woman dressed in a simple dress who bowed her head.

Her name is Mertina Marcel.

She is the real daughter of Rockwood Marcel, the Chancellor of the Kingdom of Zayn, and the woman who was the fiancé of Raidor Zayn, the King's brother.

Behind her stands a maid-like woman, stretching her spine and standing silently.

(What the hell do you want? At this hour?

Macbeth leans her neck inside as she scratches her squeaky beard around.

Macbeth is an elderly man in his seventies, an old aristocrat who has survived for decades in the vortexing political world of power manipulation numbers.

Even for such an experienced Macbeth, Meltina's visit was as unexpected.

In the first place, Mertina had been held captive by the sin of attempting to manipulate Raidor Zain with a curse a few months earlier, and since then she had not shown herself to the King's Capital.

It used to be Mertina, who put together aristocratic women as the flowers of the salon, but she is already treated in court as something she does not have.

Macbeth couldn't hide her confusion in her heart, either, to the visit of Mertina, who everyone thought would never appear on the tabular stage again.

"It has an elegant taste. That's who you are, the Attorney General. The tea you're drinking is different."

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Such Macbeth's perplexity, Mertina carries into her mouth the tea served with grace.

Macbeth had often stared at Meltina with her exploratory eyes, but eventually sighed as she gave up.

"... may I ask why you're here? It's this old body. Late nights are good for your body."

"Oh, you shouldn't have this. What you did with me has been disrespectful."

Mertina put her hand on her mouth just now that she realized it, and made a surprised face.

Macbeth finds himself slightly irritated by his smug attitude, but still seems to be an old aristocrat and does not break his favorite look on the surface.

"Ho ho ho, it's nice to talk to your young lady though. If I could, I would have liked you to come to a more common sense time."

"Ugh, overlapping. Sorry. I thought it would be annoying if errands were just for errands, and they would come in time to be noticed."

"Hmm? This is not calm. Is this some kind of consultation?

"Yeah, maybe for Lord Macbeth."

Ugh, Macbeth narrows her eyes to Mertina, who laughs elegantly.

I just teased this one earlier and it's not clear. Looks like you should ask them straight in here.

"Miss Mertina, no matter how midnight I am, I'm not free either. Even though, it's a busy time after the war with the Empire. If you don't have any requirements, could you please go home?

"Oh, now it's time for me to get down to business."

In a somewhat harsh tone, Martina finally put the teacup on the table.

Open your mouth as you stare at Macbeth with your straight eyes.

"I'd like to get right to it, Attorney General Abe Macbeth. You're in contact with the Empire, aren't you?

"Is...?

Macbeth lost her words as if they were frozen in Mertina's utterance.

To the old man, who was amazed and hardened, Mertina held up her red lips painted red.