Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"I won't tolerate... such humiliation. I will never forgive you......!

"Ha... don't be so angry"

Weaving the man's jacket neatly and hiding his body, Ceilia stared at the man in front of him with fierce hatred.

The Empress's blue eyes still have a grain of tears at her eye end, and her eyes are cringing and red around her.

After such a fiery gaze, Raydor looked down at the woman sitting on the floor with petarity, scratching her head in trouble.

"I think it was bad. No, I didn't mean it. I didn't know you hated me so much..."

"You don't like it! Such, um, breasts..."

Is it anger or shame? Ceilia is trembling her shoulders with a bright red tide on her face.

Ceilia was regaining room in her mind by realizing that she wasn't going to be humiliated. Leave it to your emotions and hit Raydor with a cursing word about whether this is still the case.

"Nasty! I can't believe a prince in one country would do this to a girl...... kedamono! Animals! Wang!

"Wang's a bad mouth, huh?

Raydor continues to be grudgingly cursed by Ceylia, even as he returns his grudging voice.

By the way, it was Raidor who made Ceilia's breasts fall apart, but it wasn't really malicious of me to humiliate the Imperial Empress or anything.

It was from the heart, from the bottom of my heart, that I did not think that Ceilia would be so reluctant to be seen in the chest.

A man named Raydor Zain was to be sent to a pioneering city after being deported from Wang Du at the age of 12.

None of the pioneering cities full of immigrants in Transali have girls of the same age, and Raydor has spent the most heterosexually conscious years almost without dealing with women.

Women who come into contact with Raydor are like women adventurers who don't care about the gaze of a man or an elderly woman who can't try to be a woman, and then a strange whore who has flown all the way to the pioneering city.

Some porn maids have been released from hundreds of years of sealing by way of exception, but she also doesn't manage to be seen naked by Raydor again. Rather, she is an insane woman who tries to take it off if there is a gap.

Having spent puberty in such an environment, Raydor didn't seem to understand the mood for women to be seen naked and disliked.

"I don't like it anymore! I'm leaving this mansion!

"Hey, I'm having trouble with that."

Ceilia is allowed freedom in this mansion and is treated in such a way that she can escape whenever she wants to.

Still, what she doesn't try to escape is that she can't escape without breaking the curse and the other thing.

"If you run, you're gonna kill the general's grandfather, aren't you? I don't even know how far ahead there is, but I don't feel comfortable taking my old body's life."

"Mmm..."

To Raydor's words, Ceilia pointed her well-shaped lips in disgruntlement.

In the Battle of Fortress Blaine, Namilia was abducting enemy general Gracos Basen, multiplied by the chaos with which the ambush troops attacked the Imperial position.

Basen was locked away in a certain place, and neither Granard nor Garst had been informed that the old general was falling into Raydor's hands.

(I had ordered Namilia to increase the amount of trading material with the Empire... I'm glad it would be a valid card against Her Royal Highness too. That was a miscalculation)

I later learned that Ceylia admired Basen like her real grandfather, but otherwise she would have been shut down to tie the Crown Princess up.

"... is Grandpa safe?

"I'm giving you a three-meal meal, and I'm giving you two blankets when you go to bed. I'm more than likely a prisoner of the enemy."

"... let me see you, won't you?

Ceylia asks at the top of her mind. Exactly. Raydor laughs bitterly that's impossible.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go with me when the negotiations with the Empire are over. I promise."

"... what is your brother's purpose? Even if you just caught me or Grandpa, you're supposed to be good enough."

"It's not important for the kingdom to negotiate with the empire. It makes sense that I'm in possession of negotiating material with the Empire."

Raydor crooks his lips and laughs coldly.

It is not my brother King Granard, but my brother Raydor, who holds the lead in negotiations with the Empire.

That must be the trump card for sure as Raydor drives his brother down.

"You just need to rest in this mansion for a while. What do you mean, we went sightseeing? There's a beautiful lake in the kingdom. I'll show you next time."

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Looking suspiciously at Raydor with a grin on his mouth, Ceilia squeezed a holy sword that was now unusable.