Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Eh...."

A true letter of light shines through the darkened vision. When Raidor opened his closed eyelids, there was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Looks like he's lying on the bed. Raydol tries to organize the situation in which he is placed in a hazy consciousness.

"Did you wake up? Lord Raydol."

"Dalen...."

Looking around her neck, she saw Dalen Garst, a trusted subordinate.

So Raydol finally noticed. This is the room that I use as a bedroom inside Brain Fortress.

And I immediately realized the situation where I was placed.

"... I guess I lost. Emperor of the Empire."

"... yes"

Dalen nodded with a painful look.

"It was a stunning match on paper. I, of course, want the kingdom and the empire to be blinded by all soldiers."

"Ha, stop being so obvious. I'm guessing they did it unilaterally."

Raydol exhaled a long breath and scratched his hair with his left hand.

"... I knew it was a superior opponent, but I didn't think there was an opening there. I was hoping we could play a little better."

No matter how old they are, they are the same sword holders.

Even if I finally defeated, I decided that I would try to bring it into the battle.

But if you open the lid, it's a good place to lose. The Emperor was unable to inflict any wounds on Roku, showing an overwhelming difference in strength.

"Holy armor... I didn't know there was such a world ahead of the Holy Sword"

Looking back at the power used by the Emperor - the [righteous of Purgatory] - Raidor distorted his expression.

Scared. Scared. I was reminded of the difference in character so that I would be burned without leaving a stack of confidence.

There was a great danger to life in the peripheral cities, and I had been attacked by monsters much stronger than myself, but the fear far exceeded it was engraved in my soul.

I can't help but feel miraculous that I survived fighting that transcendent. Even that mood strokes your nerves backwards like a loser.

"Ah, I lost. It's a complete defeat....."

"Your Highness....."

"So? What happened to the rapprochement? What demands has the Empire made?

Raydol asked before Dalen said a word of consolation.

For a man who has experienced an overwhelming defeat, half-life comfort is like salting a wound.

Understanding Raydol's heart, Dalen answers the questions that were asked indifferently.

Post-war negotiations have not yet begun.

Ah?

"Emperor Zacharius insisted that His Highness Raydol wake up and resume negotiations...."

"Oh, that's so sweet. Or do you want to see the face of a loser?"

Raydol snorted ironically and woke himself up on the bed.

Grasp, open, and check your physical condition. The magic is severely depleted, but there are no noticeable injuries.

Originally, Raidor was healed with the protection of the Holy Sword, and some of the strongholds could use healing magic.

There is no problem and it seems to be able to move immediately.

"Okay... then tell the Empire that you want to start negotiations."

"Your Highness, shouldn't you rest a little longer?

"No, I don't want to owe that man any more. Let's finish the post-war negotiations and get the busy emperor back to the Empire."