Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Become... Your Highness Raydor! How did this place...!?"

Suddenly, the captain of the task force eats bubbles and screams when he is stepped into a rental warehouse that was a safe house.

The reaction had already eloquently told us that we were a secret of Granard's subordination, but we couldn't even afford to think about it.

"You guys are too conspicuous. You can't fool my staff with such a crude job, can you?

It was a task force that had been turned into a pedestrian and broken into Wolfin, but Sven Arbeil had been watching them since the beginning of their arrival in town.

In the first place, we cannot afford to see the arrival of pedestrians in towns that are occupied and destabilized by enemy countries.

Sven had them under surveillance by a subordinate of the Earl of Arbeil family from quite an early stage, prejudging everything from the action of collecting oil and firewood to the attempt to set fire to the town.

(Well, it looks like you didn't realize until you heard about us until these guys' employers were Granard.)

"That's why you guys are foreseeably my brother's men... Well, what do we do? Are you willing to surrender? If you were to surrender, you wouldn't take it to your life?

"... don't ask me to say anything stupid"

The captain spots Raydor making a surrender recommendation.

Remove the blade that was hidden in the clothes and point the cutting tip towards Raydor.

"We are a covert force under His Majesty the King. It is dedicated to His Majesty and the royal family of Zayn, both physically and mentally. If you're enough to surrender, choose death!

"... a lot of loyalty. What a waste to King Fool's brother."

"What disrespect to fool Your Majesty... Fire eating bird!

I scream the names of my men as the captain bites Raydor, who laughs like a mocker.

The inert bearded man called blinks his eyes as he inhales the cigarette smoke that could be the last thing in his life.

"Am I right? What's wrong?

"Change of ops! I will take His Highness Raydor on this occasion and offer his neck to His Majesty!

The captain looked hidden and uncharacteristic, but ugly distorts such a flat face.

"I should have done this from the beginning. Even without a euphemism of setting the town on fire and wearing notoriety, if an elite assassination unit like ours takes His Highness's neck, the Zayn royal family will be safe!

"... I'm part of that Zain royal family, too. How's it going around there?

"Well, we didn't think of you as a royal human being at the time of your deportation. You are now a disturber who threatens your country. It's a leaf (straw) that should be chopped off and disposed of!

The captain's face is stained with madness.

This man would kill and show it for his country, for his master, and even his parents and brothers.

Death to selfishness.

It was one figure completed as a covert undertaking of assassination and backwork, carrying out dirty work for the Lord to serve even at the expense of all of himself.

Looking at the presence of a different type of loyalist than Lockwood or General Garst, Raydor narrowed his eyes as he was impressed with "heh".

Even if we have exhausted 10,000 words, it will not be possible to persuade this man.

Raydor gives up the captain's persuasion and turns his attention to the most unmotivated man in the task force - the 'Fire Eating Bird'.

"How about you? Are you willing to give up and surrender?

"Hmm... I'd love to if I could."

"'Fire Eating Birds'! You!?"

"Hey, captain. Hey. How can you stand up to such a monster? Give me a break from being lame."

To the boss who comes to reprimand me, 'Fire Eating Birds' raises his hands to the ceiling. It is literally an outfit called cheering up.

"The captain may not know because he's not a magician... but he can't win because he's such a demon or a beast."

A leading magician, "Fire Eating Birds" had a vision of what no other operative, including the captain, could see.

It's the pitch-black magic that's erupting from behind Raydor to storm heaven.

It is a running stream of evil energy that can be too cursed and deranged if you stare at it for too long.

(You think this is the power of the Holy Sword? Isn't that a devil's sword mistake...)

He sees an overly evil stream of magic and exposes it weakly inside the 'Fire Eating Bird'.

The tone of the tobacco man was the spare attitude, but he is sweating like a daze and a waterfall on his spine.

I want to throw my hands and feet on the floor right now and surrender if I'm allowed to.

Or he was in the mood to throw everything out and get out of this place.

However, the slightest remnants of the "Fire Eating Birds" refuse to surrender or flee.

(You've been offending as much as you like and burning things you can't count... you can't beg for your life because the order of death has now turned to you. Well, give up.)

"Don't worry, Captain. I'm not going to betray you... well, I don't think so, but let's put up some big fireworks at the end of the day."

"I see... isn't anyone going to surrender"

Off sight of the 'fire-eating bird' who declared hostility, Raydor sees the operatives on the spot in turn.

Not all covert unit operatives seem to be ready.

Some are distorting their faces to fear, wandering their gaze at the opportunity to escape.

But there seems to be some air around us or no one to surrender. Everyone is armed.

"That's a shame. Well, let's just..."

"Him!

Faster than Raydor put his hand on the holy sword of his hips, the king's direct covert force struck the universe with the captain's hanging voice.