Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Raydor was headed east to conquer the nobility of the traitor, but along the way Sarah Riffett, who had preceded her as a messenger of surrender, joined him.

Time was already poor in the evening, and beside the female knight, who came into the tent stretched out for the camp, there was a figure of a boy about 12 or 3 years old.

"I'm back now. His Highness Raydor, Captain Darren. Yeah, he's this girl..."

"I'll see you first. His Royal Highness King Raidor. Ronald Arbeil is the third man. My name is Sven Arbeil."

Without waiting for Sarah's introduction, the boy carefully bowed his head and named him.

"Are you not the son of Count Arbeil? Well done, survive..."

Darren looks at the boy's face.

Raydor had only heard of his name, but Count Ronald Arbeil was a patriotic nobleman who sent soldiers first to intercept the empire when the empire broke its borders.

Had it not been for Count Arbeil's struggle, he might not have been ready for interception in time and had Raydor been dropped Fortress Blaine without time to come to reinforcements.

"Yes, I was able to survive thanks to my father and my two brothers letting me get away with it. After fleeing the Earl of Arbeil, he returned to his aunt's dowry, the Viscount Wolfert family."

"Really... Count Arbeil was a sincerely brilliant benefactor to whom all kingdom nobles should set an example. My father, Bazel, paid tribute to the Count's struggle."

"Thank you. My father would be happy to be recognized by General Garst, the patron general."

The resourceful boy loosens his eyes happily at Darren's praise. He seemed solid, but the expression looked younger on an age-appropriate basis.

"So? What does Count Arbeil's son want with us?

Raydor breaks into a conversation between the two of us.

I was sorry to water a boy who was happy to be praised for his father, but I couldn't help wondering why Sven, protected by the Viscount Wolfert family, had come here.

"Oh, I apologize for the late explanation. I came here to show my willingness to not endorse the departure of the Viscount Wolfert family, although the Earl of Arbeil… well, only me and a few ministers have survived. From now on, I will surrender to His Highness Raydor."

"Hmm?"

Raydor glimpsed a glimpse of the thousand horseman next door. Darren also returns the lead.

"The loyalty of the Earl of Arbeil is beyond anyone's doubt, however protected by the Viscount Wolfert family, which is a traitor. If you add what you've surrendered from yourself, you won't have to dispose of Count Arbeil first."

"Well, good for you"

Raydor nodded satisfactorily as well.

Though completely irrelevant, it's just not funny that dispositions go down to the Earl of Arbeil family, who fought and were destroyed at the stake of their lives.

Raydor gently slapped the boy on the shoulder and said the words of the wandering.

"That seems to be the case. I'll protect you here. I don't mind you being appropriately lenient until the battle is over."

"I sincerely thank you for your warm words. My lord Raydor... but the conquest of the Viscount Wolfert family, I would like to help too, if possible"

"Hmm? What do you mean?

To the words of a little boy with only as long back as his own hips, Raydor tilted his neck.

"I know all about the structure, relationships, and inner affairs of the town of the Viscount Wolfert family. I was wondering if I could help you drop the Viscount."

"Well, that's funny. So, what do you want in return?

A boy like this is aggressively trying to help fight a war, and that's also trying to help him fight a house where he has ties to relatives. It would be natural to think that it has some purpose.

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To Raidor's inquiry Sven took a swoop of breath and opened his mouth as he had decided to.

"I ask that you grant me the reinstatement of the Earl of Arbeil as your new host. And if you can, I'd like His Highness Raydor to be my guardian."

"Oh, my guardian."

Raydor makes Sven's words rumble in his head.

As for the restoration, it would be reasonable as Sven's hope, which is the survival of the Count's family.

But for what reason do you seek yourself as a guardian?

"If you want a back shield, I think you have a more deserving nobleman. I... well, I don't know if I'd say so myself, but I think it's a pretty poor lottery, huh?

Anyway, the king, the supreme power of the country, neglects us and wants exclusion.

Putting Raydor on the back shield could also mean throwing himself in that whirlpool of politics.

"If you are saying that Your Highness is at odds with His Majesty Granard, be prepared."

"... it doesn't look like you don't know what's going on. How can you follow me knowing I'm dealing with Granard?

"His Highness is a hero who defeated the Imperial Army. For me, I am a benefactor for avenging my father and brother. And... with all due respect, Your Highness still seemed to have few allies."

"That's right..."

As Sven said, Raydor has few allies within the kingdom of Zayn.

At the moment, we are in Raydor's camp, part of the maid Namilia and the Adventurer's Guild, and about Darren and the soldiers under his command.

As a force, we are still emerging, not very much, but we do not have enough talent to confront the King.

How could Sven bother joining under its curtain knowing Raydor was at a disadvantage?

The boy answered such Raidor's question with a straight gaze.

"I've never crossed it early if I'm going to ride a winning horse. If I can make you win, I will not only be able to rebuild the Earl of Arbeil, but I will also be able to make you a great aristocrat with strong influence in the heart of the country."

"Blah!"

Raydor erupted unexpectedly into Sven's answer.

Apparently the boy in front of you is a considerable gambler.

Because we want to lose the house, we want to lose our flesh parents, we want to tip our own lives in such circumstances and the leap of the Earl of Arbeil family.

"Ha ha, you call me a horse even though I'm royal. You're a good living piece of shit, not by the looks of it. You are."

"I thought that was your preference over a well-informed child. Was I wrong?

"No, you're right."

Raydor laughs shaking her shoulders.

A boy named Sven Arbeil is not a free child. Quite a mind-breaking schemer.

If you keep this boy on your side, it must all be one of those fangs that will definitely stick out to Granard.

(Sometimes you go away. I picked it up unexpectedly)

"So, how the hell is the Little Master going to drop the Viscount Wolfert family? If you have a stomach proposal, let me know."

"Yes, of course. My you."

Sven, along with his boyish innocent smile, uttered a ploy to drive the aristocracy to its doom, which he should have stood by once.