Excalibur Chronicle of Raidorl

While the armies of the Kingdom of Zain and the undead clashed, two men were facing each other head-on on a plain a short distance away from the battlefield.

The two men were staring at each other silently, their gazes locked.

“…………..”

<br />“Oioi, you lured……people out and now you're just going to stand there and not say a word. Did your master not give you the ability to speak up, by any chance?”

Without taking his eyes off the man in front of him, one of the men, Raidorl – babbled.

Although his tone was light, there was not the slightest hint of carelessness in his eyes. 

There was a reason why Raydor dared to leave the battlefield and come to the plain.

It was because a brown-skinned man, who was probably one of the 『Four Knights of the Apocalypse』 who seemed to be an enemy general poised on top of the castle wall, challenged him with a glance.

Although they were far apart the moment their gazes met, Raidorl understood.

That man is dangerous. If left alive, he is a powerful enemy who could upend the war from its very foundation. He must be eliminated from this battlefield as a top priority.

‘I'm probably the only one who can kill this guy. If he clutters up the battlefield badly, there will be unnecessary damage. Let me finish him off without anyone getting in my way.’

Fortunately, the command of the army is in the hands of his subordinates. Even if the experienced Raidorl does not take command, they will be enough to fight and turn the army around.

Raidorl decided to accept the brown-skinned man's challenging gaze and together they left the battlefield and moved to the plains.

“……Queen Osman’s knights. ZanSha, the knight of 『Death』.”

The brown-skinned man briefly introduced himself.

As expected, it was one of the 『Four Knights of the Doomsday』.

“The knight of 『Death』as…..Neimilia had said. You’re an enemy we should be more wary of than Osman, the ringleader of our enemies.”

Raidorl narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword at the waist of the man who called himself Zan-Sha.

That sword is the magical sword created by the witch Osman – 『Gáe Bolg』.

It is a demonic sword that possesses the same power as the 『Brionac』, which was once given to his elder brother King Granard by the Witch of Light.

‘And the one wearing the magic sword is a hero from long ago. This undead…… is troublesome’

Raidorl knows nothing about the man ZanSha.

He doesn’t know, but he understood the moment he met him on the……battlefield. That this man is a peerless swordsman with unbelievable strength.

He was not given a magic sword as a joke like Granard. He became an apostle of witches by choice, an unsung hero who became the bearer of the demonic sword.

‘My brother……Granard was a novice when it came to martial arts. Still, he gained a tremendous amount of power with the 『Brionac』 in his hands’

‘Then, how powerful would a person who had been powerful enough to be a hero since he was a mere human and now had a magic sword in his hands?’

‘At the very least, it is certain that he possesses a fighting ability that surpasses Granard's.’

“…… O chosen one of the Holy Swords! Did you kill Ruluve and Wilfred?”

“………?”

“How did my brethren die? Did they leave a message?”

“Brethren……you mean, those two knights who invaded the kingdom of Zain?”

The knight of Plague – Ruluve.

The knight of Famine – Wilfred.

Ruluve was struck down by Raidorl.

It was not him who hunted down Wilfred, but it was Raidorl who……finally topped him.

If it is revenge, the target will be at Raidorl.

“I'm sorry, but my memory isn't good enough to remember every……word of every dead man. But I assure you that I am the one who took out the two knights.”

“Is that so…then it's fine. I'm relieved.”

ZanSha nodded and put his hand on the sword at his waist.

Slowly, he pulled it out of its scabbard, revealing the warped blade of a……single-edged sword.

The curved blade of the sword radiates an eerie purple aura that would make the faint of heart shudder at the mere sight of it.

“I’m relieved……that I will be avenging my brethren.”

“…………”

“I am sad that I have to kill someone with whom I have no grudge and no connection. I am very glad that I had a reason to kill you.”

“You are sad to kill? …… You speak very kindly of me. The knight of 『Death』.”

Raidorl also gripped the sword at his waist and pulled it out of its scabbard.

The holy sword, which was covered in jet-black miasma, was unleashed. The holy sword of 『curse』 – Dáinsleif.

“『Death』 is fair to all things. It befalls everyone equally. Even if it is the hero chosen by the holy sword.”

“Aaa, no doubt. But……you're forgetting one thing.”

Raidorl twisted his lips sarcastically and pointed the tip of his Dáinsleif at ZanSha.

A gruelling miasma of noxious air swirled around the Dáinsleif , appealing to him to fight quickly. Facing an unprecedentedly powerful foe, his partner was also excited.

“『Death』 is fair. Then it should be given to you equally, right? If you think you are the one who controls death, you are mistaken. From this moment on, I am your Shinigami. Do not think that you can escape the absolute death that this sword brings?”

“……then, let us begin. Which of us is worthy of conquering death? I will prove it with this sword.”

No more words are needed.

Both have already drawn their swords. All that remains is to fight.

Raidorl and ZanSha.

A hero chosen by the Holy Sword and a hero enchanted by the Demon Sword.

Both are warriors. Rare combatants who are separated from the rest of the crowd.

On a plain far from the royal capital, where the Zain Kingdom's army and the undead army are engaged in a fierce battle, another decisive battle is about to break out.