30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 13

Most knights come from noble families. While some become independent after being knighted, it's common for them to still rely on their families’ support. Naturally, it’s easier to have help from home. After all, many of these noble children have been taken care of their whole lives until adulthood.

In extreme cases, there are those who can’t even wash themselves or change their clothes without help. Of course, once they attend academies where dorm life is mandatory or get used to life as a knight, these tendencies start to fade.

But even if they improve, can someone who’s been pampered their entire life really change overnight? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Even among knights, many have attendants. Maids or butlers are always on standby, ready to rush in if the knight has any need. It’s an absurd sight.

Especially for someone like Ihan, who found it difficult to understand. Frankly, he found it a bit embarrassing and often clicked his tongue at the thought.

But now...

“Huh, Ihan bringing along a maid? That’s a first.”

“Judging by her outfit, she looks like a royal maid. Was she assigned to him?”

“She’s a beautiful lady. How about we invite her for tea...?”

“...Ihan is right behind you.”

“Gah!”

...That embarrassing situation was now happening to him. Even though he had no intention of it.

“...Damn it.”

Ihan muttered under his breath.

“So, who’s the lovely lady?”

“Lovely? Don’t you think she looks a bit, I don’t know, dazed?”

“...She does seem a little tired.”

Jake playfully slapped Ihan’s back as he teased him about the lady. Among all his peers, Ihan was the one who had never taken a lover or wife, opting to remain single. Honestly, some even pitied him, wondering if there was something wrong with his body, or perhaps, he liked men...

“If you’re thinking something weird, I’m getting a bad feeling.”

“Ahem, I didn’t say anything. Don’t accuse me of nonsense.”

“...Is that so?”

...Damn it, this guy’s instincts were sharp.

If there were an aura-user level for awareness, Jake would be it. After glancing around, he sat down on the grassy edge of the knights’ training grounds, looking at the maid, who appeared so sleepy she was on the verge of drooling.

“...She really does look tired.”

“Sigh.”

“So, what’s the story? You didn’t hire her, that much is clear.”

“...Just know there’s a complicated situation behind this. It wasn’t my choice. And she’ll be sent back soon.”

“Hmm, was it a royal assignment?”

“...”

“I’ll stop asking.”

Jake nodded, finally understanding the situation. The others seemed to grasp it too, given the presence of a royal maid.

Sometimes, the royal family would select specific knights for special missions. It was considered a great honor and was always kept highly confidential. While some might envy or even feel jealous, no one would dare question a royal order. The loyalty and respect for the Pendragon royal family ran deep, regardless of status.

“Good luck with it, then. I’m rooting for you.”

“Rooting for what exactly?”

“For that lovely lady. She may look a little out of it, but she’s beautiful, don’t you think? Haha!”

“....”

“Hm? Why is it suddenly so cold...?”

Ihan contemplated whether or not to punch him. This wasn’t a joke.

‘I want a girlfriend too, you idiot!’

It was a painful secret he couldn’t admit to anyone. Ehan didn’t show it outwardly, but inside, he was crying like a frustrated child.

Layra Winter. That was the maid’s name.

Though he felt like he was forced into this situation, it wasn’t her fault. The real culprit was the cunning old woman who caused this mess. Still, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to remember the maid’s name.

“Maid, how about you stop coming here and just rest at home? Or better yet, return to the palace.”

“No, Sir Knight! I have to do my best at the job I’ve been given. I’m getting paid for this, you know? Hehe.”

“...”

She might not be the brightest, but she was a sweet girl. Only twenty-two years old. If you didn’t judge her too harshly, she was an earnest and diligent young woman.

...The problem was that every time she worked, something inevitably got broken.

‘That old hag, did she send this girl just to wreck my household?’

It was a moment of mixed suspicion and certainty when...

“She’s a cute one. You don’t deserve her.”

“...Could you please stop sneaking up on me like that? Sometimes I think you’re the one with an assassin background.”

“I used to have a friend who was an assassin, actually. Ended up killing him with my own hands.”

“....”

“Haha.”

Crazy old man.

The worst part about him wasn’t that he said terrifying things so casually, but that no one could tell if he was joking or not. Still, people praised and flattered him regardless.

If this were a martial arts novel rather than a medieval fantasy, he would probably be known as the Sword Saint.