Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"That's just getting tough..."

Royal Army colliding with the Imperial Army. Darren Garst exhaled roughly in that vortex.

Darren, a thousand horseman, is standing on the battlefield and swinging his spear at the soldier against his father, who is in total command from above the walls.

It was Bazel's order that puts Darren, who is supposed to be his son, at the forefront, and at the same time was an extraction that demonstrates with certainty the humanity of Bazel Garst that he does not give special treatment even within himself.

"Dear Darren, are you all right!?"

"Yeah, no problem. Sarah, you're about to catch your breath."

Sarah Lifette, a subordinate, took her breath out and rushed under Darren.

Though the skinny knight's armor is scratched everywhere, she herself does not appear to have sustained any noticeable injuries.

Darren exhaled softly in relief, making sure the body of the female knight before the dowry was not scratched.

"Ahlard Thousand Horsemen, who was in command of the right wing, has taken over! It is no longer possible to maintain a front!

"Really... has Ahlard passed away"

Hearing about the death of his comrade Darren distorts his brilliant expression.

His father, Basel Garst, has a gripping rocky face, but his son, Darren, looks like he painted your son without resembling such a father.

Its neat face is still beautiful, even if stained with worry, so much so that even Sarah, who should have been used to it from time to time, accidentally falls in love with it.

"Defeat is imperative even if the battle continues like this. Now, Father hasn't given instructions to retreat yet. I'm gonna stay here for a while now and buy you some time............ Sarah?

"Heh... Ha!

"What's wrong? If you seem tired, just you back there..."

"Yes, I'm fine! I was just thinking!

I can't tell you that I was in love with your face, and Sarah waved her hands at Awala and deceived her.

Though Darren gets a surprise look, he can't pursue any further on his men who turn his face bright red, squeezing the spear again.

"If we perish, we can no longer afford the kingdom just to defend the Fortress of Blaine. This is the right place. Just a little more stomping..."

A high trumpet sounded on the battlefield before Darren ran out to the end.

The tall sound of cutting through the air is emitted from Fortress Blaine.

"... apparently that's it. I picked up my life."

"Thanks...... is it?

Darren returned a troubled, ambiguous grin to Sarah, who wobbled her eyes anxiously and asked.

"That's up to His Royal Highness Raydor.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ha!"

Darren skipped the instructions to the soldiers around him and began retreating backwards.

At some point in the Blaine Fortress behind him, the front castle gate was opened, sucking in the kingdom soldiers as the water poured into the hole.

The sun rising to the top of the heavens gradually leaned west, and the battlefield took on a new phase.