Prologue
The hero who saved the Dave Continent.
A year earlier, Zeke Clayman had returned to Earth, slipping back into the skin of an ordinary human.
‘Yeah, this is the life!’
Lounging in bed, idly scratching his belly in full-blown NEET bliss—who knew slacking off could feel this damn good!
After a decade on blood-soaked battlefields,
chowing down on barely cooked combat rations,
he’d hacked through monsters, humans, demons, and even angels.
Day in, day out—endless swings of the blade.
These days, anything edged and metallic sent chills rattling down his spine.
No more swords. Ever!
Time for a normal, peaceful existence!
To honor that vow, he’d even ditched the kitchen knife from his dingy studio apartment.
Yeah—from here on out, cozy romance webnovels. Warm, fluffy ones. No blades in sight. That’s how he’d spend his remaining years.
Huh?
"Zeke Clayman."
“……”
"No second thoughts on your decision? Ah, what a needless question."
“Pardon?”
"Very well. Then as of today, I approve Zeke Clayman’s honorable discharge—and grant you the position of swordsmanship instructor at Lamieli Academy."
“Pardon??”
"Forgoing a leisurely retirement to donate your hard-earned savings to the military—you’re a true model soldier."
“Pardon???”
"Wanting to teach the sword to students? Heh. More of a romantic than I figured. I’ll support that dream of yours!"
“W-Wait just a—!”
Who the hell was this woman...? No, that wasn’t the point.
I’m done with swords! I want out of the slicing-and-dicing life!?!