30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 12

As memories of the previous day resurfaced, Ehan felt his mind, once cleared through training, becoming clouded once again.

Desire.

His body yearned for that feeling once more, consumed by the desire to relive the experience. Unfortunately...

[It’s called artificial ‘Ambrosia.’ In ancient times, it was a legendary elixir said to cure all curses and diseases. Recently, the recipe was recovered, and the royal family has started manufacturing it. The ingredients used are all rare enough that only the royal family can obtain them. The creation of the final product is something only royal apothecaries can accomplish. And I, myself, am the primary investor and overseer of its restoration. If you follow my instructions, I promise that when the final Ambrosia is completed, you’ll be the first to receive it. Think of it as a gift from an elder sister to her younger brother. You needn’t refuse, hoho.]

There was no way that witch would just give something like that so easily.

‘That damned woman, she played me well.’

Ambrosia. The name of the liquid he had consumed the day before. It was merely an unfinished version, with only 1% of the efficacy of the completed product. And yet, even with that 1%, Ehan had witnessed a miracle.

He had seen the recovery of what he had long considered a permanent impairment.

“Huuu...”

Having given up hope for so long, the sudden rekindling of possibility was enough to ignite all his desires. Ehan had to take a moment to close his eyes, meditating to calm his racing thoughts.

...If he didn’t quell the bubbling anger from his past, he felt like he might explode.

‘Those bastards...!’

Grit.

Suppressing his fury was no easy task.

During his time being raised as an assassin, Ehan had consumed many poisons. It was part of his training to build resistance, and back then, without the memories of his past life, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy who obediently followed orders.

One day, an incident occurred. One of the trainees had consumed the wrong type of poison, causing a disaster.

[What the hell is wrong with him!?]

[That poison... it’s one of the ingredients used to make aphrodisiacs, isn’t it?]

[What an idiot.]

One of the trainees had attacked a female officer in a frenzied state and ended up dead. After that incident, the organization began to see the sexual desires of its trainees as a potential problem.

The three great desires: sleep, hunger, and lust.

These primal urges caused issues within the organization, much like they would in any group, whether in his past or present life.

If the organization had been a normal guild or association, they might have dealt with it flexibly. But Ehan had been part of an assassin's organization, where suppressing desires was paramount.

Thus...

[We’ll just castrate them all.]

[Shall we cut it off?]

[No, they might die from the surgery. Use a curse poison instead.]

The curse poison was a mystical toxin, created through sorcery. It didn’t cause immediate harm but left lasting damage. While it wasn’t fatal and could be cured by a priest if treated promptly, it was rare and potent enough that the organization had it and used it to control their members thoroughly.

You can probably guess what happened next.

Ehan was made to drink that cursed poison. He spent three days bedridden, and by the end of it, most of the trainees—who were known as “Numbers”—had their sexual desires “eliminated.” In truth, the desire still existed, but they were incapable of acting on it.

...Because nothing worked.

However, none of them saw this as a problem at the time.

Why?

They were children, completely uneducated. And there was no one around to tell them that this was something that should be treated. As a result, the condition was left as a permanent impairment.

Ehan was no different.

He never imagined that the organization would collapse years later or that, by sheer coincidence, he would regain the memories of his previous life. When he did regain his memories and realized that his body was, in fact, disabled...

“Ugh...!!”

...The rage that surged within him still boiled over whenever he thought about it.

Thirty years in his past life, thirty years in this one. Sixty years in total of living as a man deprived of normal human functions.

However, as time passed, he became so focused on becoming stronger that he stopped paying attention to his condition. Occasionally, when one of his comrades would boast about their lovers or wives, his heart would ache, but he would just beat them up in a “fair sparring session” to feel better.

But now, Ehan had realized something.

He hadn’t overcome the pain. He had merely given up. And now, with the possibility of recovery in sight, his mind was spinning.

Flash!

“...It would’ve been easier if I hadn’t known. What am I supposed to do now?”

One thing he couldn’t understand was how she had found out about his shameful secret. Where had the information come from? He had never told anyone.

"That woman is terrifying."

Crash!

“Ouch!”

“...Could you stop falling over? Just stay still.”

“Hehe, I can’t do that! The Crown Princess sent me to assist you, Sir Knight! I’ll do my best!”

“...There’s really no need.”

“Just leave it to me!”

“...”

Another mystery. Why had the Crown Princess sent this airheaded maid to him?

‘...Was she sent to spy on me?’

Crash!

“Aah! I’m so sorry! I broke the dishes!”

“...”

...Probably not.

Ehan quietly stood up.

There were still many unanswered questions, but if he stayed here any longer...