The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 53

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 53

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully Episode 53

Maynard (2)

Long, light green hair.

Deep eyes with a dark emerald hue.

Distinct features and a body full of firm muscles.

A possessor of great beauty and a curvaceous body, enough to be mistaken for an elf.

Maynard of 폭하검 [Pog Hageom – likely a unique sword style or school] was such a person.

“May, marry me.”

“Maynard, please marry me!”

“Quit the mercenary life and come home with me to live happily ever after!”

She had been confessed to hundreds of times by countless men who didn’t know their place.

“Is a sword even appropriate for a woman? I’ll protect you.”

“Calloused hands are not my thing. I’ll make them smooth, so come with me.”

Those weaker than her babbled on, not knowing anything.

In this chaotic era where the strong should be respected, they talked about women and whatnot.

Outdated fools.

She beat them all up and chased them away.

But those drawn to her beauty were endless, and Maynard had become accustomed to such a life.

Then, she met someone.

Unlike the others, he approached her sincerely; he was sickly.

A person with an appearance that stirred her protective instincts and who supported everything she did.

Maynard, who was wilting in the stagnant era of chaos and confusion, fell for a young man who ran a small flower shop while growing plants, and after a fierce courtship, they married.

In the end, it was someone with kindness who came to be with Maynard, the unyielding and noble sword.

“So, you see how pretty and cute my husband is.”

“Crazy bastard… do you even know how many times you’ve said that?”

“A hundred times isn’t enough, you son of a bitch!”

And it was around that time that she met Meteor Stream.

The two met on the same battlefield.

In a city defense against invading demons, they recognized each other as strong despite being strangers.

They realized at once that they could trust each other to watch their backs, and they roamed the battlefield together, successfully ending the defense.

“Marriage is so great, you son of a bitch. You probably can’t because of your shitty personality. I feel sorry for you for no reason!”

“You son of a bitch!”

After the defense, a scene unfolded in a bar in the city where glasses and alcohol filled the air.

At the center of it were Meteor Stream and Maynard.

Although they had only known each other for less than a day, they were such good friends.

Similar tendencies, similar values.

They quickly became close and shared various conversations.

Drunk, Maynard would often brag about Nero, whom she had married, and Meteor Stream would listen while frowning.

“So, you know, how much Nero loves me…”

“It’s ruining my drink. Shut up already.”

“Originally, you have to talk while drinking shitty alcohol to make it somewhat tasty.”

Well, most of their conversations were arguments, but they both thought they got along well.

Originally, don’t people become friends the fastest when they hate a common enemy?

The two had the common denominators of swords and demons, so they had opportunities to fight together on the battlefield several times.

“Are you not doing it right over there?!”

“You’re the hole, you son of a bitch! One is coming in!”

As they fought on the battlefield, camaraderie grew.

But at the same time, the number of corpses increased.

They were always the ones who survived the blood-soaked battlefield, and before they knew it, they were even called ‘battlefield demons’.

In the sense that they stubbornly survived even in battles where there was no chance of returning alive.

After several victories and building a reputation, Maynard had a chance to return home.

Having returned home with all sorts of fame and wealth after working as a mercenary, she became a hero of her hometown.

Even though it was a small village on the outskirts, her achievements had been conveyed.

Having reunited with Nero, Maynard spent quite a long time with him in her hometown before it was time to head back to the battlefield.

And on the dawn of the day she left, Nero said to her.

“…May, can’t you not go?”

“Why?”

“…I’m too anxious. I feel like if we part now, I won’t be able to see you again.”

“That can’t be. Nero, I will definitely come back alive, even for you. So you wait here, while wishing for my victory!”

“…May, if that’s what you say, I won’t stop you. I always support you. But please, remember this one thing.”

“What?”

“That I have always loved you. You were the best of those I’ve met, and I received so much help from you.”

“Me too, Nero. The best person I’ve met has always been you.”

Maynard felt uneasy about Nero’s words, as if he were saying goodbye for the last time, but she couldn’t stop her steps.

So she headed back to the battlefield.

It would have been nice if they could have had a child, but neither of them could.

“Aren’t you going to brag this time?”

“Do you want to hear it?”

“If you did, what I’m holding in my hand and your mouth would have kissed. A deep French kiss.”

Another city.

Meteor Stream was among the mercenaries gathered at the news of demons invading.

Maynard thought there was no way they could lose this fight either.

Meteor Stream was equal to her, but he was the owner of a crazy talent that was getting stronger with each fight.

Also, he was a crazy bastard among crazy bastards who trained relentlessly.

When she saw him again this time, he had become even stronger.

Even more than her.

“Crazy bastard…”

“Suddenly saying that, you must want to kiss my glass, right?”

“No, I just said it because you seem like a crazy bastard.”

“What the hell…?”

“Hell? What language is that?”

“It’s a word from the distant East that means the best.”

“Meteor Stream HELL! Meteor Stream HELL!”

“……”

“Judging by the reaction, it’s a curse.”

Maynard was quick-witted.

So they joined forces again on the battlefield.

A flood of monsters and demons.

They somehow managed to push back the tsunami-like creatures with the desperate fight of Maynard and Meteor Stream.

Of course, it took dozens of days to drive them away.

The battle ended when the corpses of people piled up to become walls, and crows roamed the sky.

It was natural that Meteor Stream and Maynard made great contributions on the battlefield.

Two swordsmen cutting through the waves of monsters.

It was a war with the demons that raised their names once again.

Maynard, who made another fortune from this, returned to her hometown with light steps.

She headed to Nero, who would be waiting for her there.

However, there was no one in the hut of her and Nero when she returned to her hometown.

Nero had disappeared.

The hut was neatly organized, and all of Nero’s belongings were gone.

Maynard searched the house thoroughly but could not find any trace of Nero.

“Where did Nero go?”

“Nero… ran away with a man from another village. He had an affair.”

The neighbors all said in unison.

Nero ran away with a man from another village.

Maynard couldn’t believe it.

How could Nero do that?

He was a lovely person who had told her countless times that he would only love her.

Hearing the unbelievable fact, she entered the hut, collapsed on the floor, and shed tears.

She screamed, writhed, and suffered from mental pain.

After several hours of doing so, Maynard, her voice hoarse, slammed her head on the ground.

Then she discovered a faint mark.

It was a stain of dried blood.

The moment she discovered the bloodstain, her eyes narrowed, and she began to search more thoroughly.

Then she found what appeared to be Nero’s hair and hair she had never seen before.

The bloodstains seemed to have been scattered more widely and were found in several places.

‘…These sons of bitches.’

Maynard is a veteran mercenary.

Just by looking at the scattered bloodstains, she could guess where, how, and with what they had attacked.

She stood in front of the front door, drew a picture in her head based on what she had seen, and headed straight to the village chief’s house.

The village chief, who had fallen asleep because it was night, was furious when Maynard, who had suddenly come to visit, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

“What is this! Maynard!”

“Shut up, you goddamn bastard. What happened to Nero?”

“Didn’t I say he ran away after having an affair!”

“Don’t lie. There’s no way Nero would do that. And I saw the bloodstains in the hut. Tell me right now before I tear you apart in this spot.”

Deep anger in a calm tone.

The village chief trembled at the mercenary’s sharp momentum, as if she would really tear him apart right away, and barely opened his mouth.

And the stories that flowed from the village chief’s mouth were absurd and so cruel.

Maynard’s wealth was enormous.

The number of monsters she had defeated on the battlefield was over a thousand, and she had also defeated named demons.

Thanks to such achievements, she had accumulated a lot of wealth, and she had entrusted it all to Nero.

Nero used that wealth to do good deeds for those around him, but thieves targeting the wealth attacked Nero.

Even though the village chief had told everything, Maynard did not withdraw her anger.

“What were you doing while Nero was dying?”

“Th, the thieves…”

“Don’t make excuses. You were just bystanders. You must have been in cahoots too.”

Saying that, Maynard turned her gaze.

There were quite a few high-end items in the village chief’s house that she hadn’t seen before.

Not only the village chief’s house but also other houses had mysteriously improved compared to before.

Maynard, who had figured this out on her way here, guessed that the entire village was in cahoots.

Whether the fact that Maynard had inferred was correct, the village chief’s face turned pale.

She tore the village chief’s body in half on the spot and threw the corpse on the floor.

Then she took out the navy blue sword hanging on her waist.

The blue sword showed an even sharper appearance that day.

Through the blue sword, anger covered the village like a waterfall.

Sadness flowed fiercely like a river.

The day the anger of the one who lost a loved one struck the village.

There were no survivors in the village.

Maynard, who had killed everyone, young and old, received the heavy rain that began to fall all over her body while soaked in blood.

The blood clung and did not wash away.

“Until now, I’ve been fighting to protect these things?”

Self-question.

“You goddamn humans. Why, why the hell… This son of a bitch, yes, this son of a bitch… I’m going to kill them all. I can’t be the only one, I can’t be the only one.”

Self-answer.

The conclusion that others should experience the pain she had suffered.

The conclusion she came to in a daze after killing all sorts of people was enough to ruin her.

Eventually, she even made a contract with the devil and became a demon.

“Maynard!”

After that, her memories were vague.

Killing people, killing, killing again… When she could no longer count the number of people she had killed.

There was a man who came to cut her down.

The person she trusted more than anyone else and could trust to watch her back, and the undisputed strongest swordsman.

“Maynard! Look at me! Where is your sword pointing!”

She had asked the meaning of Meteor Stream’s name.

The rain of stars falling from the sky.