Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Time goes back only slightly.

Dropping off Raydor and Darren entering the Lords' Mansion, soldiers of the Raydor Army took a position just beside the Mansion with prior permission.

Arrange a tent in the square, each healing the fatigue of the expedition with the exception of soldiers on the lookout.

The people of the town came together under such soldiers to sift through the water, food, booze, etc.

Justy Oygist, one of the heads of the army, shivers his eyebrows at those items that are transported to the position.

"Thank you for the supplies. I will only tell His Highness Raydor."

"Ha ha!

"You can back off. We'll carry them later."

Though he told the fearful townsman so, Justy waits for a soldier who tries to get his hands on booze and food.

I made sure the people in town left and raised my anger.

"This is still an enemy land! Don't put lightly in your mouth what you receive from someone you're not on your side with!

"Ha ha! Sorry!

The drunk soldier hurries to let go of his hand from the liquor bottle and salutes on the spot.

Even as he enters town and frowns at his alarmed men, Justy glances around with a sharp glance from inside the position.

(It doesn't look like he's laying down a soldier. If so, do you mean surrender is not false? Brad Calcifer is a man who doesn't know what he's thinking, but he shouldn't have been a fool. I think you understand that I cannot deceive His Highness, the Holy Sword Holder...)

With the middle edge of his glasses up with a glitch of fingers, Justy wrinkles between his eyebrows to create a difficult look.

The Viscounts of Ouigist and Calcifer, the birthhouses of Justi, are between houses with adjacent territories and considerable interaction.

Brad Calcifer and Justy, the men, are sometimes of the same age, and have often been face-to-face from an early age.

But despite more than 20 years of dating, Justy had been unable to gauge Brad's inner surface.

(He's not a samurai, he's not a warrior. Not a bad head spin, but not a civilian or a sage. He was a man who specializes in mastery... but now he has' darkness' that can't be said to be just a plotter or a plotter)

By analogy, is it a fox or a viper demon?

Plainly turns a person into a hand ball, sees a gap and pours poison into the other person's body.

I don't value the pride of nobility, I don't drown in gold or color.

It's also unclear what you want and want. He was a man like Kasumi who had nowhere to be grasped.

(Sort of good... just what I thought. If he's going to be the enemy of His Royal Highness Raydor, it's just a matter of discussion)

Justy interrupted unanswered thinking and turned to his men.

"... in the meantime, make sure that no drugs are planted in the food brought in. You can take a break, but you can always move."

"Ha!"

"I come around to see what's going on in town. I'll be right back, but if there's a problem, ask for Lord Reiffett's instructions."

Leaving his men behind, Justy tries to get out of the Raidor Army position.

If you look at the town, you can see the character of the aristocracy that governs it. If you look around the town of Cultris, you might be able to read some of Brad's thoughts as well.

It was Justy who stepped out with that in mind, but he was soon to stop.

A woman stood in front of her.

"Are you..."

"Long time no see, Justy. How are you, sir?

The other woman's face looked familiar.

A woman who just thought it was a dead one. It was Angelica Illucas, who had heard that she had died in the battle against the Empire.

It was a few seconds before Justy solidified into Angelica, who was nestled like a ghost. I nodded as I was immediately convinced.

"... well. So Brad was named after Dolphins."

With Justy, I knew Brad and Angelica were engaged.

Brad married Angelica and abandoned Calcifer's name by taking the form of adopting her son-in-law into the Dolphins.

(Did you abandon your family name to escape accountability to Count Calcifer's house? Does that mean the fox is still noticeable)

"Long time, Lord Angelica. You look fine.................. no, it's nothing. It was a silence."

Justy swallowed the almost uttered words and distorted his face in pain.

Angelica has a bandage wrapped around her face to hide the left half of her face, and her left leg, which extends further from her knee-length skirt, has a metal prosthetic leg.

I couldn't speak lightly or anything, considering how hard she survived the battle through.

The air that surrounds you is also clearly a stabbing sword swallowing thing, and behind your vain right eye you feel a ray of madness.

"... it may not be salvation to say this, but I'm so glad you survived"

Justy turned those words to Angelica after thinking about it. That is the true intent that is not false to Justy.

As warriors each representing the Eastern border region, Justy and Angelica are referred to as' lions of the east ',' slaughtered princesses of dolphins', etc., in awe.

Justy valued Angelica highly as a loyal samurai and also preferred her as a single woman, although she had never said anything else.

Though that was not a clear enough thought to take romantic emotion, it still appeases me to the way a woman who was not less eager to aspire is surviving.

At the same time, however, he also remembered the kind of crisis in which the change had been put ice in his back.

(If you touch it, it will cut, but there are signs every time. Keep the sharpened air... what a danger)

Justy clenches her fist quietly at the transformed appearance of a woman who was pale thoughts and should have broken her thoughts on the occasion of her engagement to Brad.

Although previously Angelica Illucas had always intimidated her surroundings without alarm, she was at the same time a woman who was also deeply merciful.

Angelica's appearance of gently smiling and reaching out to children and the weak is far from her appearance on the battlefield known as the 'Slaughter Princess', something that many men have been distracted from.

But - Angelica today is completely out of tenderness and serenity, keeping her sharpness intact.

It was as if the devil had deprived him of his soul, that something called humanity had been lost.

"Yes, thank you for worrying"

Angelica answered the words of Justy, who guided herself.

I overlap words like I'm bored as I pinch my hair with my fingertips and mess with it.

"But I'm the only one who survives. My parents, my brother, they're all dead."

…………

"Oh, you look terrible. I'm not ashamed to fight and die for my country, but don't feel sorry for me."

"Right...... no, you're right. You're right."

Justy nods deeply and agrees with Angelica's words.

"Pay tribute to your family for their bravery. From the heart."

"Thanks. Glad to hear it."

Angelica smiles furiously with her bandaged face. It was a calm, clear grin, reminiscent of her once.

Justy's expression also loosened to Angelica, who smiled slightly in her sadness.

"By the way, Justy. I have one favor to ask you."

"Please...? I'll take whatever I can."

"Yes, thank you."

Angelica licks her red lips with a gentle grin.

Justy is astonished and breathtaking at the colorful tricks she would never have shown if she had been her previous girlfriend.

But it was from here that it really stunned me.

"Then please......... die for me?

"Become..."

Angelica's skirt flutters. At the same time, the left leg of the prosthetic leg moves so that the young man jumps off the water.

Justy stiffened his body with a gaze at the high kick unleashed by the momentum of kicking and crushing his skull.