Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Ha... what the hell are you talking about?

It was only a few seconds before Macbeth was stunned to stop thinking. The cunning old man quickly rebuilt himself and tilted his neck just because he didn't even know it.

"I am a man who served the kingdom more than I did when I was king of previous generations. Now, there's no way we're going to get inside the Empire."

"Right. No one, including His Majesty the King, doubts your loyalty. Nor did my father... even Chancellor Lockwood Marcel doubt that you were under the same loyalty as yourself."

"... I am more than happy to have the trust from His Excellency the Prime Minister. But if you were, wouldn't you have come by your father's life?

After all, I thought Meltina was sent in by order of her father, Lockwood, but that seemed like Macbeth's overthought.

"Yes, it is the will of His Royal Highness King Raidor that I have come to this occasion."

"His Royal Highness Raydor's..."

Macbeth looked surprised.

Indeed, Mertina was being held captive because of disrespect by Raydor, and then should have been imprisoned in his territory, the pioneering city.

Then it is not unnatural for Meltina to be free by order of Raydor.

"Does that mean His Highness Raydor suspects me of being a traitor?

"Yeah, that's what happens."

"Ho ho, if you are, you have a lot of mistakes. I have never exchanged words since His Highness was banished. In the unlikely event that hundreds of millions were connected to the Empire, there is no way His Highness would have noticed that."

Macbeth grins happily and strokes her proud white beard.

"Apparently His Highness has been a suspect in a long peripheral life. I'll forget about today, so please keep coming home."

"That's not how it works. Evidence over theory. Take a look at this."

"Hmm?"

A woman in maid clothes standing behind Meltina comes in and arranges the paperwork on the table silently.

He was Macbeth, who dropped his eyes on the paperwork with suspicious eyes, but eventually distorted his face in amazement.

"Become... stupid! Why do you have this!?"

Surprisingly, my favorite mask is peeling off.

It is the writing that can never be on this occasion that is arranged on the table. It is a document that leads Macbeth to ruin, which has been made into a hidden room in this mansion.

"Heh heh... I didn't think you and Attorney General Macbeth would have kept giving information to the Empire. That's not recent either, it's been decades..."

"Ugh, gu... no, this is...!

Macbeth tries to fix it like it is now, but it is already too late.

It is also clear from Macbeth's attitude that the document is authentic.

"I create a hidden room in the basement of the mansion to lock it, and besides, when the door is broken, the pre-planted magic activates and burns all the documents inside...... so much caution. That's right. I've just been cheating on everything in the court, including your father. So many tricks, and that's what a legendary witch wouldn't be able to break without."

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Macbeth shudders her fist in silence, distorting her deeply wrinkled carved face even though this is it.

He was an old man who had bitten off his lips enough to turn bright white, but eventually dropped his shoulders like he'd given up.

It's not hard to get rid of Mertina here. But if there were to be a Raydor behind Meltina, we would no longer be able to delude ourselves in that way or anything.

"... how the hell did they realize I was an insider"

"I didn't realize that. One of the court's senior officials surely stepped on that there was a traitor and just explored the mansion one by one in turn. I didn't suspect you at all, so the order was last, but thanks to you, it took extra time."

"... I see. But if you're going to correct just one thing, I'm not a traitor. From the beginning, he was on the Empire's side."

"Yes?"

Macbeth snorts at Mertina, who is rounding her eyes properly.

"You know my history, don't you? Originally a traveling adventurer, he accidentally came across a junior nobleman, a Macbeth family courtier, being attacked by a thug, and helped her, prompting him to become son-in-law of the Macbeth family."

"Yeah. I hear you struggled a lot when you were younger because you weren't born a nobleman, huh?

"It all started there. From the beginning, I dived into the kingdom as an imperial spy."

"... well!

Seeing the circumstances, Mertina accidentally raised her voice of admiration.

Perhaps the tyrant who attacked the Macbeth family's courtier is also a man on the imperial side.

He must have entered the kingdom of Zayn as son-in-law of a lower nobleman and kept in the dark so that the empire would be in his favor.

"Did you make the Macbeth family, a junior aristocrat, big enough to serve as attorney general for that? How hard can it be..."

"It's all for my country. Isn't it natural to serve the country by powdering ourselves? Wouldn't it also be understandable if you were a courtier of the Rockwood family, one of the kingdom's best loyalists?

"... you would have snorted if you were me once. It's really brilliant."

"... I'm delighted to hear your last compliment"

Mertina's honest brief, Macbeth had her own heavy grin.

"… Is this the end of a long and long mission? It's a shame we can't see the demise of the kingdom, but I'm relieved that my shoulder's loaded."

I don't know how I got it, but I wasn't going to make an ugly, bad upside than I was exposed to the evidence.

Macbeth honestly admitted his defeat and put his hands up.

"Well... what am I supposed to do now? Will I be taken to the royal palace, or shall I do myself harm in this place?"

"Neither, Sir Macbeth"

But Meltina smiled calmly at Macbeth's declaration of defeat.

Macbeth repeatedly blinks at the expression that is too unfit to pursue a traitor.

"Hmm? Does that mean you're gonna miss me? So what do you get..."

"Sir Macbeth, I would like you to move for His Highness Raydor from now on. I want you to continue to serve King Granard as Attorney General, while rooting for the royal family to stand by His Highness Raydor."

"What...?

Macbeth opened her eyes to words that doubted her ears.

Mertina said she was here by order of Raydor, so putting it on Raydor's side is not an unnatural demand.

But - it was Martina Marcel, the daughter of Rockwood Marcel, who threw up the word.

The daughter of one of the kingdom's most loyal ministers is acting in her favor of the king's brother, besides King Granard.

It impacted Macbeth like the heavens and earth had turned upside down.

"It's a statement not like yours, Miss Mertina. What the hell has happened in the last few months?

"... it's impeccable to ask. Sir Macbeth."

Meltina put her hand on her cheek and sighed.

The face of Meltina, who dyed her skin peachy and exhaled, was so glossy that she didn't think she was a teenager, that even Macbeth, who was dying out of lust and so on, was made to dodge.

"Besides, I am against the will of my father and King Granard, but I am not betraying my kingdom. I have decided to work for His Highness because I truly believe that His Highness Raydor will be a new king for this country."

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"His Highness is not going to contend with the Empire. In some cases, it is considered good to be under the Empire. I suppose it would also be in the Empire's interest to benefit His Highness?

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Macbeth was listening to Meltina's words in silence.

For years, the old man, who had been inside the empire, lay his eyes down and thought for a while, but eventually opened his mouth as he had decided to.