Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Congratulations on achieving revenge, Angelica...... how do you feel now?

Brad asked flatly, not looking like he cared, when he said his father had been tragically murdered in front of him.

He turns around in front of Angelica, standing still in the position of blasting Count Calcifer, sitting back and asking for that look.

Angelica snaps at the potpourri with a single glance at her fiancée peeking into her face looking intriguing.

"You're not as emotional as I imagined. Boring...... no, you don't. Are you vain?

Count Calcifer is the person who refused the request for reinforcements of his allies, the Dolphins, and as a result drove Angelica's family to death.

Angelica's heart was strangely stirring when she said she had taken second to the Empire.

"Isn't vengeance something like that?

"I'm not. It's not that vengeance is vain, it's not enough that it's over."

Angelica thinks.

I wanted you to resist more -.

(I can't believe this much of a traitor has given to a spicy empire... the enemy should be stronger and mightier, right?

It's hard to forgive the person who killed my own family to this extent.

The Dolphins were destroyed by such a boring little villain, etc., and that is the disgrace of the house.

"After all, I wonder if my feelings will not subside without destroying the Empire. Vengeance of the Dolphins, will not be fulfilled unless we destroy the enemies of the kingdom."

"Really? Even if you treat my home, the greatest nobleman on the Eastern border, as an appetizer, my bride is greedy."

Brad smiled and said, taking Angelica's hand.

Drop your mouth on your bloody right hand and slowly drop one knee onto the floor.

"Oh, my beloved bride - Red Dead Angel Angelica. I'll let you see how your revenge ends."

"Until the end......"

Angelica glanced down at Brad, kneeling and mumbling as if he were going to even propose.

And flip your right hand and stick a dagger to your neck.

"Huh...!

"Do you understand? You are one of the Earls of Calcifer. One of my enemies."

"... right, I'm your vendetta. One of the people who took your family."

Brad grabbed Angelica's right hand and pulled in gleefully.

The thin tip of the dagger pierces the neck muscle shallow and a muscle of blood runs off.

"I don't mind if you kill me. It's just... if there's only one thing I want you to say about greed, I want you to kill me with your mouth shut instead of this innocent blade."

".................. disgusting"

Angelica waved off her fiancée's hand in disgust, distorting her bandage-wrapped face spookily.

Brad smiles bitterly at Angelica, who even feels physiological aversion, wiping her neck with her sleeves and wiping away her blood.

"... Brad. I'll keep you alive because you're still worth using. Keep the order of killing at the end. If you want to see my revenge, I will kill all the enemies of the kingdom."

"It's an honor. What a great happiness to be able to lean on you to the end."

"Yes, then, at best, kill me after it helps me. Because I'll blow you up clean and without a trace."

Leaving him to throw up, Angelica walks away with Stasta.

The door that was locked opens and Brad's men, who were sealing the room off with Angelica, come in.

A man with his mouth and nose covered in cloth hands the cleaning tools and begins to clean up the trail of the massacre as instructed in advance.

Brad dropped Angelica's back off with his intoxicated eyes as he stood up, eventually taking one apple from a large plate of fruit placed on the table.

Is the apple fruit actually a servant's mistake, it seems a little old. The skin was too ripe and discoloured.

Brad, however, unhesitatingly wore the ripe fruit and chewed up the pulp from skin to skin.

"... fruits and women taste best when they are about to rot. You've become much more attractive than you used to be. My dear, dear Angelica."

A beloved woman who grew up nourishing her loyalty to the kingdom and corrupted in revenge.

Brad Calcifer laughed, distorting his lips to the three-day moon shape, thinking of the end of the beautiful and terrible bride.