The Baron Who Returned Wants to Live a Quiet Life – Chapter 5.2

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 (1)

Darkness had settled around unknowingly.

Ayr stood as he had at the beginning, staring at the graves and tombstones. However, his eyes were not looking ahead, but into the past.

The last time he had seen his master had been just before he left for the Demon Realm gate, and his master had tried to stop him from going. The same moon as now had been hanging in the sky then. And his master’s face had been filled with anger, something Ayr had never seen before. 

━This is not our business.

━Countless people on the continent are dying.

━Your succession of my progress is to block the reach of demons and gods spreading to the Ferin continent, not to head directly to the Demon Realm.

━The meaning is the same even if the form is different.

━It’s different. This is not their anger but a plot of humans. Besides, you haven’t completed enlightenment yet.

━I will complete it in battle.



The words of his master and his own voice rang in his head alternately. And the face of his master, who was looking at him with eyes full of concern and affection.

However, at that time, when he was still young and reckless, he had left his master against his advice.

He wanted to save the continent.

He wanted to save those who were dying at the hands of the demons.

He wanted to become a hero of the continent.

Yes. At that time, he was consumed by a sense of justice.

He was young and reckless enough to do so.

Thinking about it now, he didn’t know whose words were right, his master’s or his. Either way, the Demon Realm Gate was closed.

However, one thing was for sure. If his master had known that he would be welcomed back like this, if he had known that Gerkinde, where he had wanted to spend his whole life, would become like this. . .

He would not have left. 

“. . .”

Ayr, who had been standing there for a long time in the moonlight, slumped down on the floor. His agitated eyes and emotions calmed down again.

He pulled the greatsword he had been carrying on his back forward. And before showing the sword, Ayr took a sip of the prepared alcohol first. It was a bottle of alcohol he had brought when he left the castle.

It was his master’s favorite drink.

“I’m late in offering you a drink as your lacking disciple. Have a drink.”

There was a glass in the cloth wrapping the bottle of alcohol. Soon, a glass cup made of glass was filled with liquor with a strong aroma. It was the kind of alcohol that could be bought in cheap places, not expensive ones. And he poured himself a drink as well. He had once drunk this alcohol with his master.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵,’ his master said as he handed his disciple a glass after finishing his training. He doesn’t remember how many bottles he drank that day. Instead, he had to vomit everything he had consumed.

However, he has changed since that day. Now, no matter how much alcohol he drinks, his body won’t get drunk.

He can’t get drunk even if he want to.

Soon, the alcohol in the bottle was all gone.

When his glass was empty, he emptied Master’s glass in front of the tombstone and poured another drink. As he repeated this, he ran out of alcohol.

“In fact, what I wanted to do the most with Master after getting out of there wasn’t to drink like this, but to swing a hammer together.”

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