30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 102

Early Afternoon.

The scorching summer sun bore down on the earth, creating a stifling, oppressive heat that was unbearable for anyone, making the day nearly intolerable. Yet, despite the unpleasant swelter...

Whoosh! Whoosh-!

“...”

The girl—no, she—swung her sword in silence.

Drip...

Sweat continuously poured down her body, uncomfortably soaking her, but she didn’t give up.

One hundred downward strikes.

Not just any strikes, but the most flawless swings she could muster, with each one only counting as “one” if it met this standard. In that sense, Levi was currently well beyond seven hundred swings but still hadn’t completed the full one hundred she aimed for.

So far, she had only executed about thirty satisfactory swings.

‘This swordsmanship... it’s really difficult.’

Her mouth was dry, and she felt as if she could collapse from exhaustion at any moment, but instead of giving in, Levi found herself reflecting once more on the profound nature of the sword. The more she swung, the deeper its essence felt. Even when she thought she was swinging the same way, each stroke left a different trajectory, with her intentions subtly shifting each time.

Therefore, Levi...

‘...It’s fun!’

Yes, it was fun.

The fact that she could lose herself entirely in just one thing like this. And realizing she could witness her own improvement the more she practiced was incredibly fulfilling.

It wasn’t only swordsmanship that excited her.

She looked forward to learning archery later, as well as the prospect of studying new etiquette and languages. She even wanted to learn cooking to serve her master.

To think she could live a life where she was free to learn so many things...!

It was nothing short of satisfying.

...Only...

“Young Lady.”

She flinched.

“You seem tired. It might be best to pause training for a while.”

“...”

“The knight also advised it. He said it’s crucial to hydrate and rest, or else it could be harmful to your body. So please, do stop for now, Young Lady.”

“Hmm...”

Despite her contentment, Levi was still struggling to adapt to this abrupt change in her environment, and she replied to the maid with a hint of hesitation.

“Um... I get it, so would you mind not calling me ‘Young Lady’?”

“Oh? Why not?”

“...It feels like I’m wearing clothes that don’t fit, or like I’m acting out of place.”

Levi’s honest feelings.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely unusual for her to be called “Young Lady.” Even though her life had been a [life of falsity], she had lived as a noble’s daughter.

...But, it was her first time seeing someone address her with such genuine respect.

What could she even call this feeling?

If she were to give an example, it felt as though she’d been living as an actress on stage, and suddenly, that acting had become her real life.

It was something like that, she thought, and Levi found herself sweating again in a different way.

This excessive treatment was overwhelming, to say the least.

“Oh, you’re sweating again. This is why you should be training indoors, or your delicate skin will suffer.”

“...I-it’s fine. My skin... isn’t really...”

“Skin is important too. Don’t forget you are the daughter of His Lordship, the Marquis. The title of a marquis’s daughter is no trivial thing; you must maintain the dignity, poise, and noble bearing that it requires.”

“...”

“As someone who should set an example for others, it’s essential that your appearance inspires awe, just as your swordsmanship does. So please understand if I speak sternly.”

“I... I understand what you mean, but... even though I’m just an adopted daughter, this is all...”

“Oh, is there anyone within the household daring enough to look down on you just because you’re adopted?”

“...”

“If there is, please tell me immediately. I will deal with them right away.”

“...No, there’s no one like that.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“...”

...Intimidating. No, daunting.

She was harder to face than the sword.

When she said “deal with them,” it sounded like she intended to bury them.

Thus, Levi made a decision.

‘I’d better watch what I say.’

She would avoid talking too much to prevent any needless deaths, she resolved.

Nineteen-year-old Levi.

Today, once again, she felt keenly that the life of Tristan’s young lady was more than she could handle.

“Yes, I will.”

“...”

“Oh, were you joking?”

“No, no. I was just surprised you accepted so readily, hahaha...”

Not long after the graduation ceremony, Levi received an adoption proposal from Marquis Tristan and accepted it without a second’s hesitation.

It was only natural.

She couldn’t keep relying on her master’s household forever, and continuing to impose on him would be shameless. She wanted to be a person who could be of help to her master, not a leech.

So, the proposal from Marquis Tristan felt like a blessing from the heavens.

Although she would be becoming the daughter of a man she’d nearly married, she knew that such an offer was a miracle beyond any price.

Above all...

“Thank you, Master.”

This was an opportunity, a grand one, gifted by her master—the very first precious person in her life who had sweat and bled to create this chance for her.

There was just one thing.

If there was anything that bothered her...

“B-but there’s one thing I should say. I am...”

“Oh, if it’s about that, I already know. No need to spell it out.”

“Excuse me?”

“Haha, this is a gift. Use it wisely.”

Even though she was no longer a slave, the [Brand of Obedience] still remained on her back.