Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Time goes back a little bit, cult lis, one of the towns on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Zayn.

Many soldiers were gathered in that town, ruled by the Count Calcifer family, the male of the 'Eight East', ready to intercept the Leidor army.

The Count Calcifer family has a number of mines in the territory, producing fine gold and silver. It had a stronger army with more luxurious sources of funding, and its military strength also outweighed that of Count Arbeil, a nobleman of the same rank.

In the battle against the Empire it was the Count Calcifer family who had fallen back to the enemy country early, but if they had stood as shields in the kingdom, the Imperial Army would not have been able to approach the King's capital easily either.

One rally was held at the Count's mansion, one of the most powerful men on the eastern border.

"Then pray for our victory..."

Cheers!

Together with the decree of the elderly man who climbed on the altar, the gathered crowd raises wine glasses simultaneously.

There are about 20 men and women in the mansion's large reception room, tilting the glass and tongue-in-cheek at the luxurious dishes arranged on the table.

All of the people gathered are dressed in quality suits and dresses, and can be regarded as upper-class human beings from the way they carry their dishes to their mouths with elegant work.

That should be it, too.

Because they are all associates of three aristocratic families, the Count Calcifer family, the Baron Kyrgyzstan family and the Viscount Kubertos family, which are named after the "Eight Eastern families".

Gathered at the Count Calcifer family, they were in the middle of a party praying for victory in order to confront the Leidor army who were trying to solemnize themselves.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd throw a party of this magnitude despite the time of war...... that's the Count Calcifer family! After all, the great aristocrats have different financial powers!

"Um, so many economically powerful nobles can only count in the royal palace. Really dependable!

It was the Baron of Kyrgyzstan, the Viscount of Kubertos - the owners of those two houses - who expressed an obvious flattery in that way.

"Ha. That's not a big deal. Instead, I'm so embarrassed I don't have the time and not enough hospitality!

The man who was taking the head of the toast humbles himself with a good laugh.

The name of the man with romance grey hair all back and dressed in a purple suit is Brutus Calcifer.

He was the head of the Count Calcifer family and the organizer of this party.

"If I had more time to prepare, there would have been a party worthy of the Count's house. Oh man...... it's not like war after all"

"You're absolutely right!

One of the guests follows Count Calcifer's words.

The aristocratic, plentiful, fat man laughed with his hunch and nose, spitting out words of contempt.

"It's called an empire and a good royal palace, and it's something that does stupid things like fighting between countries! War stinks of blood, and we're not worthy of our chosen bloodline."

"Ranri! What a savage man does, such as war. What an unlucky thing to get caught up in something like that!

Mouthfully war criticizing, they all believe that they are chosen beings born into the noble blood of the aristocracy.

We are not like the free folk. He is a noble blood-minded person who is never allowed to be harmed.

Because I believe so, I chose to surrender without hesitation even when I was about to be attacked by the Empire.

Proud to be a nobleman, I do not seek to fulfill my duty as a nobleman.

To such a contradiction, they never noticed that they never looked at themselves.

"We are the chosen beings who rule the land. He's the one who should stand above people! What's wrong with surrendering to survive! That's that royal palace...!

From the look on which he was toasting his superior mood, Count Calcifer distorts his face to anger.

Already the Earls had also received news that the Viscount Wolfert family had been destroyed by the Royal Army.

And we have also received reports from undercover detectives that the Royal Army is approaching.

On the blade of Solemnity looming in front of him, the Count bites his back teeth abominably.

"Don't think I can do this just like I did every Wolfert......! He pays me back, like a country raised prince who was banished once!

"From what I hear, there are only five thousand enemies or something... no, if it's the power of the Count Calcifer family, you'll be able to repel them easily!

"Ri, Ri! All the more so with the help of the Baron of Kyrgyzstan and my Viscount Kubertos! We have the earth and the hour of heaven! They'll kick your assembled Royal Army!

"Ooh!"

In the words of the three nobles, a guest raises a cup high.

And the people drink, and they hog the food.

I don't even want a feast. The victory of the traitorous aristocrats heats up even more, and those who claim to be and honorable blood muscles cry out loudly for their victory by blushing at alcohol.

At that time...

"I'm late. Father."

A young man walked into a party venue that had already reached the height of exuberance.

He is a young man wearing a white suit and a wedding-like tuxedo that adorns his chest with red roses.

"What, it's too late! Brad!"

"I'm sorry. I have a little work to do…"

A young man called Brad carefully folds his hips and bows his head.

Brad Calcifer.

He was one son of Brutus Calcifer and the young man, the next head of the Count family.

To his son, who was shaking his golden crusty hair and bowing his head, the Count gave him a glass of wine with his nose ringing.

"Fair enough. Drink, too. Today is a victory over the Royal Army! As a successor to the Count's house, show me your shame too!

"Yeah, I get it"

Brad receives a glass from his father's hand.

But without putting your mouth to it, narrow your eyes like yarn to see the entrance to the party venue.

"I would love to make a dedication to you, my guests, who are among the best in the Eastern Border Region… Before that, I have a woman I would like to introduce you to"

"Woman... Brad, what are you..."

"Come on in!

Ignoring his surprisingly eyebrow-rooted father, Brad turned his left hand toward the door.

The gaze of those gathered at the venue concentrates on the entrance.

"Become...!

"That, no way......!

Slowly the door opens and one woman in a dress enters the party venue.

White dress in the same color as what Brad is wearing. White right leg extended from the hem about above the knee and left leg of prosthetic leg made of metal.

The redhead draped on his back is as bright as blood, wrapped a bandage around his face to hide his left eye.

Those in the venue breathed in unison at the appearance of women of different styles.

"Such an idiot... why, how could you live..."

Count Calcifer crumbles.

With such a father sideways, Brad holds up the end of his mouth.

"I'd like to introduce you. She is Angelica Ilkasou, my dear fiancée!

…………

Lined next to Brad, the one-eyed woman, known as Angelica, glanced at the venue with an empty right eye.