30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 150

The Pendragon Kingdom was currently plagued by numerous troublesome incidents.

Notable examples included the massive "monster terror" attack during the academy’s midterm evaluations and, shortly thereafter, the "collapse of the underground tunnels," which happened in the southern continent's largest fertilizer production area.

Either one of these events would have been enough to shake the kingdom to its core, but for both to happen in quick succession was unprecedented.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say these events were ominous signs and a grave crisis for the kingdom.

However, the lack of unrest in the kingdom despite these events could be attributed to the fact that both incidents were resolved without major consequences.

<Let’s take a closer look at the ‘heroes’ who saved the kingdom from terror.>

<The Princess performs a miracle!>

<Prince Aren bravely restores the underground tunnels.>

Articles like these circulated widely.

Thanks to the absence of significant damage despite the magnitude of the events, the kingdom had avoided falling into chaos.

Of course, internally, various organizations were holding emergency meetings, and loud arguments could be heard daily—but that was a matter for the higher-ups.

The common people continued their daily lives, and the atmosphere was peaceful enough to be described as tranquil.

And perhaps it was this very sense of peace that led to such conversations:

“Indeed, Pendragon truly lives up to its reputation. It’s no exaggeration to call it the ruler of the south.”

“Indeed. I heard there were some significant events recently.”

“Hah, do you believe those baseless rumors? They say a thousand-year-old monster appeared and a giant Mother Worm collapsed the tunnels.”

“...It’s certainly a hard story to believe. A thousand-year-old monster is debatable, but even a single Mother Worm is a serious problem.”

“Absolutely. In the west, if a worm is discovered, it must be killed immediately. If it reaches maturity, it becomes a true nightmare.”

Two men sat together in an opulent carriage.

Gilded in gold and adorned with a variety of extravagant jewels, the carriage’s value was beyond estimation. It was drawn by five enormous black horses, each worth the cost of building a fortress.

Truly, it was a display of obscene wealth.

But the owner of this carriage and its horses was a man who could afford such excesses without a second thought—a magnate of the western continent and one of the seventeen sultans who ruled the region.

“Sultan, is there anything else you require?”

“Bring me the chilled wine I purchased earlier at the street stall.”

“S-Sultan, I am deeply concerned that such wine may sully your refined palate....”

“Enough.”

“...As you command.”

Salah al-Adil Muhammad.

Or simply, Sultan Salah.

He was the ruler of the largest oasis, gold mines, gemstone quarries, and merchant guilds in the western continent.

His youthful, handsome appearance complemented his bronzed skin, and despite being only 27 years old, he had already ascended to the position of sultan.

This young leader carried an aura of charisma as imposing as his youthful arrogance, commanding respect and awe from those around him.

“Ah, as expected, southern wines never disappoint. Even a bottle bought from a random stall is of excellent quality.”

“The fact that even commoners can sell such high-quality wine shows just how efficient their logistics system is.”

“It’s the work of the War God. Truly remarkable. How he managed to establish such a system is beyond me. If one were to fight Pendragon, the south’s logistics alone would guarantee defeat.”

“Hm, should you be saying that in front of me?”

“Well, aren’t you also interested in conquering Pendragon? Am I wrong, Mage?”

“Let’s not go there, Sultan. Even if you speak this way, I won’t be drawn in.”

“You could be more honest in a setting like this....”

The sultan spoke kindly, as if encouraging him to share his true feelings, but the mage was not deceived.

On the contrary, he grew even more cautious.

“While I appreciate your hospitality, if you continue making such remarks, this journey will have to end here.”

“Oh, my! One mustn’t offend a mage, must one? Hahaha!”

Despite the sultan’s jesting, the mage maintained his composure, though his frustration was evident.

Had it been anyone else, he might have lashed out, but his companion was a sultan—one of the western “17 Lords” or “Kings.” Losing his temper would have been unwise.

‘Provoking him would only hurt us.’

The rare materials exclusively available in the west were supplied to the Magic Tower by the sultan’s merchants, making discretion essential.

‘I hope this uncomfortable journey ends soon.’

The mage’s name was Huey de Beiron.

He was the heir to the Magic Tower, often referred to as the “Ivory Tower of Mages.”

“You’ve turned your gaze completely outside now. What a dull man you are.”

Huey barely restrained a sigh and shifted his attention outward, toward the cheering crowds that welcomed them.

Despite the fervent enthusiasm of the people greeting him, Huey’s gaze remained icy.

“—Just look at that common spellcaster.”

“What?”

“Look at their eyes. They’re not human. That’s no more than a monster in human skin, like an ogre or goblin.”

“...Master, isn’t that discriminatory language?”

“Perhaps it is.”

“...You’re surprisingly quick to admit that.”

“I’m aware that I lose my composure when it comes to spellcasters. That’s why your role is crucial.”

“Me?”

“Yes, if I lose my temper and try to tear him apart, you must stop me. Your mission is of utmost importance.”

“Um..., I-I think that’s beyond me....”

Her violet-blue eyes held a trace of unease.

She wanted to fulfill her master’s requests whenever possible, but...

‘For some reason, Master seems to grow stronger when dealing with mages.’

As expected of Levi, whose potential would eventually elevate her to the title of Mercenary Queen, she understood her master’s strength well. Scratching her cheek, she silently voiced her apprehension.

It felt like they were on the verge of a major incident.

The western sultan and the empire’s Magic Tower.

It had been nearly fifty years since these two forces had simultaneously visited the southern region.

For decades, they had been subdued by the War God’s dominance, unable to show their true colors or visit freely. Now, with the War God gone, they were beginning to reveal their intentions.

Some nobles felt displeased, but others said:

“It’s not a grave offense for them to visit; it’s merely a coincidence.”

Regardless, there was a clear reason for their visit.

It was none other than...

“Lady Irene, will you meet with them, or shall we wait for them to come to you? Either choice will be respected.”

“I... I just don’t want to meet them at all....”

A young girl who might one day become the greatest mage of this era—a golden egg waiting to hatch.

They had come to the kingdom to meet Irene Windler.

Diplomatically, it was customary to receive such distinguished guests, but...