Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

100. Eastern peace

"I've shown you something ugly. His Royal Highness King Raidor's brother."

Justy and Angelica duel. And an hour after Sven's big cry at the arbitration.

Angelica Ilcas once again said an apology in the lord's mansion.

Angelica, who was once possessed by revenge against the Empire and lost her expression like a ghost, now has her soft face restored.

Angelica, whose expression was as clean as if the possession had fallen, was transformed into an attractive woman whose left half of her face could still be attracted even if she was covered with a bandage.

In this town, which would have been under Leidor's control, she must be severely punished for pointing a blade at Justy, one of Leidor's closest associates.

But Justy, who was supposed to be the victim, said, "This is a mock battle, not a private fight! Because I stubbornly insisted, for the time being, the disposal was on the shelf.

"Well, that's fine for now...."

Raydol sits on the chair and receives Angelica's apology... but turns her subtle gaze towards her chest.

"...... cucumber"

Sven was still embraced in Angelica's chest, standing in front of Raydol.

She is holding a bear stuffed toy with her arms in front of her back, as if she were holding it.

When Raydol and I meet, the boy warrior moves his lips and asks for help.

"Hmm...."

Raydol pushed the wrinkles between his eyebrows to make a difficult look, but decided to ask.

"By the way, Angelica Ilcas. Why are you hugging Sven just now?

"That's right, Your Highness. To keep Sven from dying."

Angelica assures me. It's a strong tone that doesn't go astray.

"Man is a creature that dies when he is alarmed. My parents and brother are dead. That's why I have to protect Sven from death."

"No... I don't have any enemies here, and I don't think there's anything dangerous about it..."

"No, I'll die. He's going to die."

"... are you gonna die, me?"

Sven is already crying.

When I entered the fight arbitration, I was somehow hugged by a familiar woman, treated as a stuffed animal, and sentenced to death. It was only natural that I wanted to cry.

The transformation of Angelica Ilcas, who was supposed to be a ghost once. It had several complicated causes.

Angelica was a knight who fought fairly fiercely on the battlefield, only to be nicknamed 'Princess of Massacre'.

It was such an angelica, but it wasn't routinely ruthless.

She had a deep respect for her parents, valued her friends and, above all, had a maternal aspect of treating her young children with profound kindness.

But - the demise of the Viscount Ilcas and the death of his family. Especially his bloody brother's death carved deep wounds into Angelica's heart.

Angelica, possessed by vengeance and madness, turned herself into a murderer when she was a razor-devouring woman, rinsing her blood and chasing after the empire and betrayal of the nobles who destroyed the Ilcas family.

Angelica stepped into the path of Shura. There was no time to rest, just to go to ruin, the rest of the fragments she had met - that was Sven Arbeil.

Sven's native family, the Earl of Arbeil, fought to the end without yielding to the Empire and was driven to extinction. This means that Sven is on the same footing as Angelica and is the only person who understands how she feels.

For Angelica, who was abandoned by those who believed in her allies and became unbelievable even by her fiancée and her parents, the Count of Calcifer, Sven is no longer the only hope she can trust. It was the yarn of a spider that came down to hell.

"... Originally, Angelica was a childish and kind person. Me and your brother were good inside, and they might be overlapping."

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In any case, Angelica's heart, once broken, was rebuilt in a distorted way by her encounter with Sven.

Sven's presence must be a tag for her. Return to Angelica Ilcas, who was once fierce but gentle when she was holding Sven, like a tranquilizer.

Raidor sighed bitterly at Angelica, who was holding the boy with a satisfying face that seemed to monopolize the happiness of the world.

"... I'll leave that story alone for now. By the way, I'd like to make sure the Ilukas get down to my army."

"Of course, Your Highness. I will surrender all of the Calcifer family territory that I have taken, as well as all of Kyrgyzstan and Kubertos."

Angelica nodded forcefully. Gotcha and thin jaw hit Sven on the back of his head, but he didn't seem to care.

"I am delighted to serve the shoulders of Royal Zane again. This Sven will serve you forever."

"... the set with me is a decision, right? That's enough, that's enough."

Sven, who gave up, already looked as if he had enlightened himself.

Angelica stroked the distant boy's stomach with her hands.

Angelica wasn't anxious to bring a woman who was too spiritually distorted to the curtain, but I'm glad she has more power than Justy.

Raydol decided to throw a round at Sven on all Angelica issues, looking at the last person in the room.

"Ah, cheating. This is definitely cheating."

Brad Ilcas, who is supposed to be Angelica's husband. This one was looking out the window into the sky with the eyes I had seen here.

"I can't believe you made another man in less than a week after your honeymoon... the rotten fruit is still delicious. It's so bitter."

"... what are you talking about, this guy?"

"You don't have to worry about your husband. I'll take care of it when it's gone."

"Are you going to get rid of it!?"

After all, it seems that there is still some darkness left.

Raydol had a mild headache with anxious Angelica ahead of him.

Thus, all eight eastern houses with territory on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Zain were placed under the umbrella of Raidor.

It is a short victory less than six months after the imperial decree of King Granard.