Excalibur Chronicle of Raidorl

“Well, Raidorl, ……where is the Célia Von Althlein and the holy sword, Claíomh Solas? Why haven't you brought them here?”

Granard asked quizzically as he looked down at his brother from his throne on a raised platform. Raidorl's lips lifted as if he had finally asked, and he answered proudly.

“If you were a princess, I'd be taking you home in my house. It would be a great honour to have a princess from another country as the first guest in my house.”

“What?! How dare you capture the enemy's royalty and not hand them over to me, your lord? You are going to make a mistake in your promise to fight for your country!”

“It is your part of the covenant that the treasure and prisoners taken shall be mine. Don't you remember?” 

“No, …… that's not ……!”

Granard's face flushed with anger, he tried to argue, but swallowed his words.

The curse of the oath engraved on Granard's chest might be triggered if he were to cause trouble here.

He grits his teeth and glares at his brother, who smiles wickedly at him.

“You're going to negotiate a peace treaty with the Empire, aren't you? I'll entertain the Princess until the negotiations are over. Don't worry, I'll release her once the negotiations are complete.”

“…… What do you want? What's the point of having the princess in your custody?” 

“What do I want? I wonder…I do want some time to seduce the lovely and beautiful Princess.

“…… you don't seem to be taking me seriously.”

Granard's eyes darkened further and he stomped his heels irritably. He rested his cheek on the armrest and pondered for a moment, then sighed with resignation.

“…… All right, I'll leave you with Princess Célia  and the sacred sword,” 

“I'd like to thank you for your mercy.”

“But don't think you can keep up the good work. In time, the curse you have cast will be lifted by the sorcerer of the court. You'd do well to think up a plea for your life while you still can.” 

Granard points to the cursive mark on his chest, which he wears over his clothes, and dismisses it viciously.

“Remember when the curse breaks” – A clear verbal threat, Raidorl raised his hands to surrender.

“Don't scare me too much, you'll make me pee my pants.”

“……. Get the hell out of here.”

“Okay,……,but make sure you send the aid to the frontier cities, okay? If you go back on your word, ……”

“Get out of here! Don't make me repeat it!”

“Ok, Okay….”

When his brother finally raised his voice, Raidorl shrugged his shoulders and left the throne room.

Granard stared for a moment at the door through which his brother had disappeared, and then turned to bite his vassal, who stood by his side.

“Lockwood, make peace with the Empire as soon as possible and take back the territories that have been taken! And don't forget to expose the traitors in the court! Garst, hold the fort until the peace is concluded!” 

“Ha!!”

“At your service.”

“Listen, don't give my foolish brother time to devise any crazy plans! Finish the war against the Empire and get rid of him as soon as possible! I won't banish him to the frontier this time……. I'll at least throw him in jail, and possibly have his head chopped off!”

“………………”

“………………”

Lockwood and Garst both fell silent, and looked back at the king, who was shouting at them with an indescribably subtle look.