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Translator: Abood
Editor: Ryuu
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◈ The Saviour Embarks on a Nameless Journey
Chapter 1: The time has come.
“......”
What was being reflected on the mirror was truly I.
The morning of an old man is pretty fast. When I was young, I could sleep as much as I wanted, but even sleeping required energy as I grew older.
After waking up and getting changed, looking at the mirror was a daily routine of mine. The maid who carries the towel and water basin used for washing my face was standing there as always, casting her eyes down, while the chamberlain kept watch to ensure I didn't escape from the fitting of my formal attire.
I've received invitations several times to attend parties in the royal capital, but each time I found it bothersome and declined. However, eventually, Lord Chatillon—Chatillon Bloodheart Shurel, the former king of this country—exercised his authority.
I returned my gaze from the two people I was observing through the mirror back to my own face.
A tightly drawn mouth and a face etched with wrinkles. 72 years of age, perhaps I look a bit like a stubborn old man, but I think I've aged well.
My hair is at shoulder-length, tied into a single ponytail at the base of my neck. There’s only but a single strand of black hair left on the side of my head.
Snap!
Fwump.
White smoke, no, light wrapped around me in an instant, concealing me.
“Oh…?”
As the light subsided, I looked at the mirror, still holding the snapped hair between my fingers.
“Master!?”
Bart screamed.
“Y-Young master…!”
The maid stuttered.
After the light subsided, I found myself feeling young again. My hair was still white, but my face which was full of wrinkles felt smooth and nice. In the mirror, eyes of lapis lazuli blue and a somewhat stern face were looking back at me.
I’ve gone back to the age I was back when I followed the hero to defeat the Demon King. The only noticeable difference in my appearance was probably the color of my hair. My physique had also returned to its former state, making my clothes tight around the chest, shoulders, arms, and somewhat around the waist.
“I guess there won’t be any attire fitting today.” “......”
The clothing parts that were measured a little while ago definitely do not fit now.
“......”
No more wearing stiff clothes, and no more parties either. In the first place, it's a mistake to try to drag out an old geezer like me who's already retired.
“...I will go and call Mr. Edil.”
Bart had left the room.
They seem calm, but judging by the door that’s left wide open, it appears they might be unsettled. Well, If your master suddenly became younger, it’s normal to react that way.
“Could you please close the door?”
“Y-Yes…!”
As I requested that of the maid, she hurriedly went to close the door. I must look quite shaken as well, maybe a bit pitiful looking too.
“This is quite the splendid white hair if I say so myself.”
I said that while looking at myself in the mirror. There was not a single strand of black.
I thought I was hearing the rattling sound of fast footsteps in the corridor, but the door that had just been closed suddenly burst open with force.
“Father!?”
The one who appeared before me was my son.
“It’s unusual for you to show poor manners.”
I said, a bit surprised at my son who had suddenly rushed in.
Such behavior is unimaginable from my son who’s usually composed. Unlike me, he’s a well-mannered and excellent son.
Even with my late marriage, I ended up having two sons and a daughter. According to my second son, my eldest son chose to become a knight serving the king rather than manage the estate, saying ‘He ran away because it was troublesome.’
Well, I’ve left all of the territory management to Bart, so I can understand how he feels.
My son stood still while holding the door wide open. The one who inherited this house is Edil.
Black hair and eyes with the color of deep blue lapis lazuli, he’s the one who took from my features the most. However, he’s always tactful, calm and collected, and his atmosphere was different from mine.
“Manners do not matter right now! How come you’ve suddenly turned back young!?”
That Edil raised his voice, out of his character.
“Honestly… What has happened, master?”
Bart’s voice appeared from behind Edil’s back.
I’ve known Bart, who’s 2 years older than me for a long time. I’ve been receiving help from Bart ever since I was… forced on the title of a margrave. I currently have him serving me as a chamberlain, but he has long held the position of steward of our household.
“I will embark on a journey from here on.”
“Huh?”
Edil had a dumbfounded look on his face after hearing the sudden declaration.
“At that age… No, you’ve become young now, but…”
Bart was also shocked.
Well, since I’m retired, I didn’t have much involvement in society for the sake of the family.
“Absence, absence. There’s no way I can take part in that with my condition.”
I said, waving my hand dismissively.
“No, wouldn’t Lord Chatillon be happy? It's as if the scene from when we defeated the Demon King is right in front of me. Various requests for poses like holding a sword would be ready... No, nevermind.
Bart tilted his head downwards while covering his mouth.
Oi, Bart! You sure are saying some ominous things! You've got quite a vivid image in your mind, haven't you!
“Lord Chatillon has always had a fondness for your father among the heroes. If changing once or twice would suffice, that would be fine. It seemed like this party was just to see your father in his formal attire once.”
Edil nodded intimately. Stop it, don’t affirm his words!
“Anyway! I am to leave for the journey, and I will not go to the party!”
I refuse to become Lord Chatillon’s plaything.
“......”
“......”
They both stared at me with scornful eyes.
“W-What is it…”
I instinctively turned away and drew back half of my body.
“We’ll prepare the far-seeing conversation orb, so please tell this to Lord Chatillon—no, please tell this to his majesty yourself. Bart.”
“Yes, master. I’ll make arrangements as soon as possible.”
With a warm and sweet smile directed at me, Edil called my name. Bart then bowed and left the room.
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