Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Hmm... I'm nervous."

After an informal meeting with Abe Macbeth, the attorney general and an imperial spy, Martina Marcel took a deep sigh.

Meltina is on her way home in a pre-prepared carriage. Except for her, there was just one maid sitting in the carriage.

"It was a brilliant persuasion. - Mr. Mertina. I can't negotiate like that, so it helped."

"It's an honor to compliment you. Dear Namilia,"

Words of praise released from the maid's mouth. Meltina replied with a slightly nervous face.

A maid in a dress and a maid's servant in clothes. From the side, it appears that the former is the superior, but the upward and downward relationship between these two is the opposite.

Meltina opens her mouth with care to avoid damaging Namilia's mood.

"Now Attorney General Macbeth, one of the royal palace's top nobles, will move for His Highness Raydor. Are you satisfied?

"Yes, I'm sure your husband will be delighted."

"Really, that's good"

Meltina stroked her chest down relieved by Namilia with a frantic grin.

Although Namilia always had a potent weather smile, Meltina knew it was only superficial.

Because Namilia was once one of the "Six Witches of Destruction" that nearly destroyed the world and is the most fearful corner of the monster in the world.

The evidence of the insider who hunted down Macbeth was also found by Namilia summoning the Shadow Demon.

I can't hide in the shadows that lurk in the darkness and can lurk anywhere.

With Macbeth at the head, the mansions of the leading aristocrats already in the king's capital have been made whole naked, and all their weaknesses have been gripped.

(Terrible person. Really, horrible......)

Once, Mertina failed to curse and manipulate Raydor, leaving him trapped in a pioneering city hut.

Originally, Martina was released as a throwaway pawn by her father, Rockwood Marcel. I was prepared to be captured or even disrespectfully beaten.

But - it was a living hell more terrible than being killed that attacked the captive Mertina.

(Your Majesty, Father - I'm sorry. This is the only way for me to do it anymore)

Meltina lays down her face softly touching the chest of the dress, concealing her worried eyes with her eyelashes.

The left chest of Meltina is engraved with an engraving of the curse by Namilia.

The engraving, with a design very similar to that engraved on Granard, was annoying to Martina's heart day and night.

"Oh, Mr. Mertina worked well for your husband, so I have to reward you, right?

"Oh no............ ahhh!?"

"Don't hesitate. Look, it feels good."

"Ku...... fu...... stop, aaaaaaaaaaa......!

Mertina let herself twist to the fierce pleasure that struck her body, tongued out and whispered.

The intense pleasure of eroding the whole body is something I have tasted beyond counting, but I still don't allow myself to get used to it, cutting off Martina's reason.

Since the plan failed and he was taken prisoner, Meltina lived every day haunted by the curse and driven mad.

That hasn't changed since Leidor and Namilia traveled from the pioneering city to the king's capital.

Left behind in a pioneering city hut, Mertina lived a day of solace in solitude across the iron lattice.

(For one thing, I thought many times I should die. But... this witch won't even forgive me for that...)

Every time Meltina tries to do herself harm, a severe, unspeakable shock pierces her body and causes her to lose her mind.

And if you wake up, the curse will poison your body again. That goes on indefinitely.

Meltina is educated by her father, the Chancellor, whether he is a man who can live and die for the Kingdom of Zayn.

As part of this, he was also trained to endure torture.

But before this shitty witch manipulation, it makes me feel painful that such a thing is of no use.

'Pain can endure if you train it, right? It's with you that you get queasy while you're eating spicy food. But no one can disobey love, happiness, or pleasure. Because I've been sealed for 200 years because I loved him.

That is what Neimilia left behind just before he left the pioneering city.

And as the word goes, Mertina was to give in before hell of pleasure.

Sexual impulses that strike like every day cut off pride, beliefs, and reason from Meltina, and are exquisitely exerted and subtracted so that they don't go completely crazy.

It was only in the beginning that Mertina, who had rebelled for her imprinted patriotism, eventually knelt before the curse and begged the witch for mercy.

"I am the Chancellor's daughter. daughter of the Marcel family."

'I have a duty to live for my country. I have a duty to die for my country'

'Are you sure?

"The kingdom will not help me, for I am in so much pain"

"Even your father abandoned me."

'And yet, why do we have to exhaust ourselves into the country?

Before the never-ending hell of pleasure, Meltina's beliefs melted like heated iron, eventually to solidify and reborn in a new way.

"For the country, for the country, for the country"

"It would be better for the country if His Royal Highness Raydor became king"

"If I were Your Highness, who has changed me so far, I could make this country better"

'We were supposed to be destroyed by the Empire anyway. Then His Highness who shrugged such a kingdom should be king'

Distorted beliefs eventually take a firm form in the Mertina.

After months of living in a cabin, when Namilia came to pick her up, Mertina lay flat without hesitation.

'I pledge my allegiance to His Highness Raydor. Please accept my loyalty'

Namilia nodded satisfactorily to Mertina, who had exposed herself to the most pitiful appearance of her life of rubbing her hands and feet to the ground to her head.

'I thought you had a chance. If you were Mr. Mertina, you could be a fine dog'

Mertina will never forget the look that Namilia had on her face at that time.

A very gentle grin of the Virgin Mary. A very gentle grin from the Mercy Mother.

It was a very gentle smile from the devil, not even suspecting that it would be a happy thing for Meltina to be Raydor's dog.

"... there was no way I could have won from the start. Me and your father. Even His Majesty the King."

"Did you say something, Mr. Mertina?

"No, I didn't say anything. Dear Namilia,"

Forced to indulge in the reward from Namilia, Mertina responds by shaking her head after completing her pursuit.

"So what should I do next? If it was for His Highness, Raydor, I'd do anything for you."

"Then shall we cut off the merchant this time? Before your husband returns, let all the powerful men of Wang Du be on your side!

Mertina closed her eyes softly to the witch, who let her expression shine like the sun and say away.

When I opened my eyes again, my earlier worries and strays had disappeared.

"Yes, I did. All for the sake of our Lord Raydor."