(201 - 400) Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 325: Everyone Dies Eventually

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"Let's go in. I'm sure Simon will still be happy to see an old friend like me." The tall and broad Sean emerged from within the carriage. Even though he wasn't wearing any armor, his ramrod straight back and the killing intent emanating from his body made it quite apparent that he was a veteran general on the battlefield.

The gates of the estate were tightly shut, and Sean only had Quine accompanying him. Everyone probably thought that the prince was still on the southwestern border thousands of kilometers away, directing his troops in battle. No one knew when he had returned to Rodu.

The gate was opened after some knocking, and an old servant emerged with a cautious expression on his face. He didn't recognize Sean, but he could see that he was definitely no ordinary person. He asked, "Whom are you looking for?"

Quine was about to say something, but Sean raised a hand to cut him off, and smiled as he said to the old servant, "This is General Simon's estate, right? Please inform him that Sean has come to visit him."

"Alright, please wait for a moment, I'll go and report to my master." The old servant nodded before closing the gate. He felt as if the name Sean was a little familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, not sure where he had heard it before. However, he was most likely a friend of his master's, so he didn't dare to delay.

The old servant made his way to the backyard, where a brawny heavily bearded man was swinging a pickaxe repeatedly into the soil. The servant informed, "Master, there's a guest by the name of Sean who is here to see you."

"Sean?" Simon immediately stopped what he was doing. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as sweat flowed down his tanned muscular chest.

The servant was a little confused by Simon's expression, and asked, "Is he not a friend of yours?"

"No, no, no, I'm not worthy to be a friend of his. Clinton, get everyone in the estate into the backyard. No one is allowed to go anywhere without my permission." Simon strode out of his garden, and casually put the pickaxe leaning against a tree. He picked up the towel that was hanging from a nearby tree branch, and wiped away the sweat on his face. He then dusted himself off, and strode toward the front of the estate.

"Yes. Master, should I brew some tea?" the servant asked.

"They're too good to drink our tea." Simon chuckled with a hint of mockery in his voice.

The gate opened again when Sean was in the process of examining a griffin that had been carved onto the gate. He turned to Simon with a smile, and said, "I didn't think that you would have such skill. This carving is not bad at all."

Simon looked at Sean with a calm expression, and said, "You're far too kind, Your Highness. I'm just a useless retired soldier with nothing to do, so I'm merely entertaining myself in my spare time."

Sean looked into Simon's eyes, and said, "It looks like you're still holding a grudge against me, Simon."

Simon's expression remained unchanged as he said, "I wouldn't dare. I am just an ordinary person, so how would I dare to hold a grudge against you, Your Highness."

"Just because you wouldn't dare doesn't mean you don't actually hate me. I know that all of the soldiers who left the army with you harbor animosity toward me. You all hate me for not saving Alex, and for not avenging him." Sean shook his head, and a guilty expression appeared on his face. He sighed, and continued, "To this day, I'm still unable to forgive myself. If only I could have received the news a little earlier... If only I could have been a bit more alert to the potential dangers, Alex would have never been plunged into that dire situation."