Retired Hero Wants To Sleep chapter 1

Prologue(1)

An old man with a thick beard shouted.

“What are you doing!”

A gorgeous crown. Wearing clothes that looked quite expensive, he shouted again.

“I’m going to bring him to his knees right now!”

No matter how you look at it, he seemed to be the king of a country, and he shouted with a face that had turned red with anger.

And the young man with his hands tied in thick handcuffs turned his eyes to the king.

“Do you have the ability to kneel?”

Blonde with lots of gray. Blue eyes close to green. The young man, who even wore a somewhat evil smile, was surrounded by countless soldiers, but he was strangely calm.

No, he was relaxed.

Because of the young man’s appearance, the king exploded his anger.

“You ignorant bastard! Dare…”

“Dare, what, man.”

The young man with a rotten smile lightly twisted his wrist and said. A creaking plosive sound occurred from the young man’s wrist for a very short time.

Damn

His handcuffs were crushed as his boyle was over five centimeters thick.

“I’m so dumbfounded…”

Annoyance crept across the young man’s face.

“Still, I’m a former warrior by name, so it’s amazing to think that I can capture you with something like this, hey.”

The young man stood tall. Standing almost six feet tall and with formidable horse muscle, he cast his gaze upon the king.

“Hey, whether it’s Kanupe or Canape, anyway, you son of a king. Listen carefully. I’ll admit I’ve caused a bit of a stir in your capital because of ‘my mission’. Do it.”

The king was a little unfair. This is because the ‘little disturbance’ the young man referred to was that a watchtower was destroyed and 20 guards were rendered incapacitated.

Of course, the young man was more annoyed. The guards blocked the road and demanded a monthly salary for the middle class as a bonus.

That too, just in the name of letting it pass.

“By the way, man!”

So the young man exploded again.

“You should have worked! Does it make sense to rip off the toll like that, you bastard!”

“Me, that mother…”

“Is the only adjective you know how to use is ‘reckless’, you bastard with poor vocabulary!”

The king almost grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“And then what? Are you guilty of subverting the state? Hey, you crazy bastard! Can you really turn it over?”

Ordinary human beings are apt to slip away even if such a threat is made in such an urgent situation.

“Good! I’ll turn it over, you new b*tch!”

However, that young man with a bad temper, Ewald Kitska, before asking for consent, let out a mana-filled roar.

“Kalladu!”

In an instant, a circular light spread from Ewald’s feet. It was a circle of light that was pure and simple, but ignorantly efficient, with no magic circle drawn.

Naturally, the king, realizing that the hot-tempered young man was doing something, shouted with an urgent expression.

“Tie him up! Right now!”

However, just before the soldiers charged, six personnel burst out of the circle of light.

“Supea! Shield!”

Among the six people who staggered and crouched down, a woman struggled to her feet. Looking like a bully to anyone with her short blonde hair, she shouted with a frown on her face.

“Ugh! I’m going to die of dizziness, but please protect me!”

A priest named Shupea… The arch-looking archer spread her arms out to the sides. She accompanied him, centered on Ebalt, and a huge golden, translucent sphere stretched out into space.

aaa!

The soldiers’ spears collided with the golden shield. The priest who created a protective shield at the critical moment, Shupea, lost strength in his leg and knocked him on the buttock. But there was no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

After being forcibly space-shifted by a young man, his brain stops working.

But the young man clenched his fists and turned his head to the side with a crackling sound.

“Pionir. Check for life upstairs from here.”

A thin, thin man who was very shy and vomited about three times, then stood up from his seat. The man who looked like a wizard to anyone, Fionir immediately nodded his head and raised his head into the air.

“Uppgötva lif.”

A red light in the form of a human shone faintly in Pionir’s field of vision. However, no shape could be found in the upper part of this castle.

At least there are no living humans upstairs.

“No one… Woo-wook! Doesn’t exist!”

“Okay?”

An evil smile appeared on the young man’s face.

“So you mean it doesn’t matter?”

“… Yes?”

What? You never said anything like that? The moment that exactly such an expression appeared on Pionir’s face, the young man showed his teeth fully and shouted with a mad smile.

“Supea. Remove the shield.”

The protective shield was somehow blocking the soldiers from attacking, but the thought that if they walked away, they would all die together, came to Shupea’s head.

However, faster than the question came to mind, Speaa withdrew the divine power that had been blown into the shield.

And the young man’s magic word came out.

“Spring!”

Damn it!

The royal castle’s ceiling exploded upwards. Thanks to the sudden pouring sunlight, the space was instantly brightened. Did you mean to check if there is life up there?

Large boulders were floating in a huge shockwave. Thanks to this, the king and soldiers stared into the air with shocked faces, completely deprived of their eyes by this nonsensical phenomenon.

And the young man spewed even greater magic into stones.

“Gegnheill sprenging!”

Kwajajajajajajajak!

Huge boulders that were being pushed into the air began to shatter and scatter.

It was not enough to smash the upper part of the castle, so even the stones were crushed to the point of pebbles, and the king and soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit at the action of the young man.

If you try to rub against a monster like that, you will be deleted from this world.

“Now, no one will have a falling rock accident.”

The human who easily erased 1/3 of the capital is meticulous and meticulous. The young man’s words flew into the ears of the king and soldiers who were distracted by the absurd incident.

“Elf. Take the left side.”

Left side? There are at least 50 soldiers on the left based on young people? A frightened woman swordsman raised her sword with trembling hands in front of the soldiers who were about to get upset at the thought of looking down on them too much.

No, it was not exactly a sword, but a sharp wooden club.

And the female swordsman named Elif closed her eyes tightly and lifted her sword-shaped wooden club over her head.

“I’m sorry, so many things!”

Rushed towards the soldiers.

Bubbeobuck!

There was no time to scream. She was frightened and began to wallow with exactly one knife in front of the sword-wielding Elif.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! aaa! Be patient!”

Whether or not to apologize, whether or not to get scared, or even lack of swordsmanship. With a figure that didn’t match her appearance at all, Elif started her sword dance.

The problem is that her soldiers don’t have the skills to block Elif’s sword even once.

“Hey! I’m sorry!”

Although he would have hurt the vitals of the soldiers with his terrifying skills, the Elif, who struck and passed by with undying power, still had a terrified expression on his face.

“It’s over there.”

The young man laughed at Elif’s sword action and turned his head the other way.

“Eccrine. Right. Leave it to you.”

Scared of her words, the female swordsman, who looked 180 cm tall at a cursory glance, drew her sword and raised it. Her thin, but slightly shorter than her own, Zweihänder perched on her hand.

And the young man dictated the details.

“Do not kill. No cutting of body parts, including ligaments and tendons. In particular, never attack the head. Hurts later muscle… The degree is okay, but in moderation so as not to leave permanent sequelae. Do as you please with bruises and fractures.”

Well, I wonder if there are any bloody spells like that, but the female swordsman named Ekrin nodded at the young man just once and then rushed at the opponent.

“… We will do it.”

Kagaga River!

The soldiers’ armor began to wear off. How the hell did he move such a long sword? Exactly cut only the seams, and the wrung Ekryn dug in between the soldiers.

Soldiers screamed from all sides.

Although he was wearing a metal armor that could block the enemy’s attack several times, the armor began to distort from the impact of the hammer hitting him.

He said it was okay to cut the muscle. Of course, it was a bit difficult to cut well without leaving any aftereffects, but that alone was enough for Eccrine.

George is enough.

The young man glanced around him quickly. On the left, Elif is tamping, and on the right, Eccrine is teasing.

So now all that’s left is…

“Watch out, mister!”

A golden hemisphere spread out in front of the young man. At that moment, a fist the size of a human torso pierced the protective barrier.

Float!

“Wow, Mr. When did you summon that?”

A monster nearly five meters tall. To be more precise, a monster that looked like a man shaped by cobbled together rocks stood still with its fist punched in the young man’s face.

The young man showed his teeth with a crumpled expression. But he wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, Shupea with an angry expression growled at the young man.

“Aren’t you nervous? If you hit that, you’re dead!”

“Even if you get hit with that, you won’t die. At best, what about a rough golem fist…”

The young man smiled and pulled out the knife hanging from his waist.

And he drew the knife straight to the side.

Very concisely. Very simply. A knife that I lightly swung sideways as if I wanted to warm up.

However, with one simple horizontal slash, the golem’s back was cut off.

A wizard from the other side opened his mouth. It is a top-notch golem that I summoned with all my might, taking advantage of the hectic gap. Does it make sense for a golem like that to be cut off with just one knife?

The young man, who had already staged that absurd situation several times, walked past the collapsing golem and started walking.

“Master, Master! Aren’t golems regenerating before nukes? Is not it?”

A little taller than a young man’s waist. Horns sprouting from the side of the head. A pair of black wings sprouting from the back. A black tail similar to that of a cat. The girl with black eyes and yellow eyes instead of whites tilted her head with a strange expression.

And the young man opened his mouth without looking back as if he didn’t care.

“Busy. You know what to do.”

“Nenep, yep!”

The wizard who summoned the golem showed it with a completely crumpled expression. It’s a little strange to look at, but it’s not a golem to be beaten by a kid like that…

Tuck!

Golems were being shattered and scattered in front of the girl. Of course, the girl only swung her hand quickly. However, the girl’s hand, engulfed in black aura, was completely harpooning her golem.

And the girl hopped after the young man, seeking his praise.

“Split! I got it!”

“Oh, well done.”

The young man muttered that with a sad expression as he passed by the golem whose core had been destroyed and collapsed in place.

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The place the young man is looking at is the throne. Unable to control his trembling body, the king of the canupe, who was spread out on the throne, looked at the young man with eyes as if he were looking at a monster.

And the young man’s teeth peeked out from under his lips.

“Hey. If you have something to summon, summon them all now. Call all the soldiers to be called.”

The expression that made me wonder if that was a human turned into fear and appeared on the king’s face.

“You shouldn’t be doing everything you can to stop me.”

The young man put his hand on his hip and looked around him. The number of wizards is roughly that amount, and the guards are roughly that amount.

After completing the calculation, the young man gave the king an evil smile.

“That way it will be less unfair.”

“Ear, who the hell are you?”

“… Ask quickly Do you feel like you’re going to make a full statement because you’ve been hurt once?”

It’s not an opponent to rub against. He is the king and he will die if he endures even longer. No, even if you don’t die, you’ll look bad.

Having made that decision, the king raised his head and looked up at the young man in front of him.

And the young man opened his mouth with a sullen expression.

“Ewald Kitska.”

For a moment. Where did you hear that name? The moment that thought hit the King’s head, Ebalt finished his words with a troubled expression.

“Just… He is a retired warrior.”