Semi-retired Adventurer Lives Leisurely

ggage in there.

 

Jend: “So, we would like to show our gratitude for allowing us to stay here, and offer this ale to you in kind.”

 

We sit around the tables in the dining area for dinner.

 

The lady handling the cooking for the Black Dragon Knights lines the tables with many delicious looking dishes, and Jend puts a keg of ale next to it.

 

This is one of the kegs we brought.
We are offering it free of charge, but if the Black Dragon Knights remember us by name, it’s a small price to pay for the notoriety we will gain in return.

 

Jend: “From the northern town of Flowtier, the Carousel Merchant Association presents to you our Flowtier Ale.
We are a rural town compared to the larger cities, but I will guarantee the quality of taste.”

 

“ “ “ YEAHHHHHHHH!!! “ “ “

 

The Knights hear the name of the ale and an uproar fills the room.

 

Flowtier Ale is popular even on the frontlines, but it’s expensive to import and is constantly out of stock, so it’s hard to get your fill of it.

 

“Henry! You moved there just for this ale, huh?!”

 

Henry: “What are you talking about?! It was only about a third of my reason!!”

 

An older knight, Ryden, laughs merrily to hear it’s still a third of Henry’s reasons.

 

Ezeal: “Hey, Ryden! Come cool this for us!”

 

Ryden: “Yessir, Captain! As you command!”

 

With the commanders orders, Ryden approaches the keg.

 

He is wearing his civilian outfit, but he still carries a belt with a stack of metal plates, and holding one of them, he begins the spell chant.

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Ryden: “The glitter of ice, silver wind, the hand of the northern god, reveal thyself and dance.”

 

As he pronounces the words, the inscription on the plate glows.

 

This man used the Fulfuse Style magecraft.
On each metal plate, a spell inscription is engraved.
Unlike the Kroseid Style, you can’t combine multiple spells together, but each spell is complicated and carries more effective power alone.

 

There is no worry of having a spell explode on you and is relatively simpler to learn then the Kroseid style.
It is a very rigid but reliable magecraft form.

 

And what he just used was the ice spell.

 

If he put his full power into it, he could freeze an entire household, but simplified chants like he used just now are used often to cool beverages.

 

The chef brings out large glass mugs, and we hand out the cooled ale.

 

Lana and Teo also have a mug too, but a single glass should be okay.

 

Ezreal: “All raise your drinks! For our return to our homeland, reunion with old friends, and to new beginnings with new friends! CHEERS!”

 

“ “ “ CHEERS!!!! “ “ “

 

Glasses clinked and people began guzzling down the ale.
We have a good bit of people here, and they all drink quite a bit, so this keg will be emptied by the end of the night.

 

Teo: “…..I thought knights were more scarier people, but they are more laid back than I imagined.”

 

Teo sips the ale slowly and carefully.

 

Henry: “Well, they need to be examples to the soldiers.
Plus the Black Dragon Knights are famous so any rumored incidents with them will spread really quickly.”

 

They are rowdy but not vulgar.
Out of all the trouble makers that gathered on the frontlines, they were the easiest to get along with.”

 

Jend: “So Henry, why did you keep the stuff about the Demon General a secret from us? That’s a heck of a feat you accomplished.”

 

Henry: “Don’t keep bringing that up.
I swear it was a stack of unbelievable coincidences that led to that.
Sir Ezreal led the main charge, I was supporting him from the side, and when Sir Ezreal got a solid hit and made the General waver, I struck from the side and got a lucky hit.”

 

I’m not that thick skinned to take all the credit for myself.

 

Ezreal: “Hm, that’s a very humble way to put it.
It’s true that I was the one who faced off with the Demon General directly, but your contribution in that fight was not insignificant.
You fought well.”

 

Henry: “Well yeah, I don’t think I pulled everyone’s legs or was not doing anything but still…”

 

I definitely struck during key moments in that fight, but without the Saint of Deliverance (LOL) having my back, I should have died 3 or 4 times during that battle.

 

Ezreal: “Hmph, very well.
Your recollection of history is your own, so we’ll let you be.
Even so, you were able to complete your goal in the most magnificent fashion! Be at least proud of that!”

 

Cyril: “Goal…? What was Henry’s goal?”

 

Ezreal: “What? My lady, you do not know? Has he not told you?”

 

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Oh, yeah, I don’t think I ever talked to them about it.

 

I wasn’t trying to hide anything.
The topic just never came up.

 

Henry: “Well, to put it bluntly, I had a personal vendetta against Gileverte.
He was the General that destroyed my home country.”

 

I can’t count the number of times I dreamt about that day when my Kingdom was destroyed.

 

I finally stopped having those nightmares after that battle.

 

Cyril: “Oh… Umm…”

 

Yeah, I guess this was a difficult subject to talk about even for Cyril.

 

Henry: “Hey, don’t worry about it.
It’s all in the past now.
I got my revenge, and now I’m just living a lukewarm life in Flowtier.”

 

Owen: “Yeah, you should have seen how much he changed after that battle.
He used to always walk around with pissed off eyes like this, and picked fights with anyone who looked him straight in the eyes.”

 

Owen makes angry brows with his fingers to resemble how I looked back in those days.

 

What? I didn’t look like that.
Yeah, my eyes may have been a little bit more scowling than what I have now but…

 

Owen: “As soon as the battle was over, his face became like this, and his personality completely changed.
He used to just lay about after that.”

 

Henry: “I-I still did my job.”

 

Owen: “Yeah, but you didn’t have a pinch of tension left inside ya.
You were just an empty husk at that point.”

 

Hey, I just stopped doing things way too seriously, but I didn’t let my guard down.

 

I just finished what I was trying to do all my life, and once it was done, I kinda sorta knew what it felt like when an old man retires.
I mean, that was how I was naturally before the war.

 

Just a really laid back personality… I think.
It’s not like anyone who knew me back then can vouch for me today…

 

Cyril: “Where was your home?”

 

Henry: “Ah, yeah, it was the Fezard Kingdom.
You probably don’t know it, but it was a small country that’s now part of the Demon King’s territory.”

 

It was one of the many kingdoms that fell at the time of the Demon King’s coronation.

 

Cyril: “…………………….what?”

 

Henry: “What do you mean, ‘what’?”

 

Cyril: “Henry, you were born in the same country as me?”

 

Whoa now, Miss Cyril.

 

That’s the first time I’ve heard that news.
Care to explain?