30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 158

“You really caused a mess.”

Rustle.

A hand, perfectly fitting the description of “jade-like fingers,” roughly threw down a newspaper, causing it to spread open across the desk.

[Sultan Salah in Critical Condition.]

[Assassins from the West Found Near the Carriage?]

[Sultan Mahba’s Flag Discovered—Is War Stirring Again in the West...?]

The attack on Sultan Salah that occurred last night.

The widely known story was that the perpetrators were members of the western assassin group, the Assassins. They ambushed the Sultan, inflicted damage, but failed in their mission and committed suicide.

However, those who knew more—those who had uncovered the truth—found themselves with throbbing headaches.

“If you’re going to draw your sword, you should be prepared to get stabbed too.”

“Hah... You sure know how to talk.”

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“That wasn’t a compliment, you reckless fool.”

Smack!

In the end, she lifted her fan and smacked him on the head. Unfortunately for her, the knight’s head had grown even harder than before.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay? See? Why’d you hit me? Now your wrist just hurts.”

“You brat....”

Isis grabbed her wrist.

Her wrist stung, and for once, she furrowed her brow.

“...You’ve gotten even harder than before.”

“I did a bit of training!”

“Hah...!”

So shameless.

There wasn’t even a hint of guilt on his face.

But really, Isis didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.

It was just—

“It would’ve been nice if you told me beforehand.”

“...Sorry about that.”

“Are you really sorry?”

“...If you put it like that, not really?”

“...I guess I’ll have to prepare a sturdier metal fan next time.”

It’s annoying, really.

Isis really hated her younger brother.

*****

Ihan had originally planned to kidnap the Sultan.

Whether by kidnapping or some other means, his goal had been to extract the truth from the man.

But unfortunately—

— Sir, what’s the use of a truth obtained through threats?

Wasn’t the truth said to be more powerful than propaganda or fabrication?

Even if Ihan tortured the Sultan out of rage and managed to extract the truth, the Sultan could simply play the victim.

Like a drunk driver claiming he couldn’t remember, the Sultan could just say he acted impulsively due to mental distress.

It would make Ihan’s blood boil, but that was the way the world worked.

So Ihan gave up on kidnapping him.

Even if it wasn’t a satisfying decision—

— Then as long as I don’t kidnap and torture him, it’s fine, right?

— Pardon?

— And if that bastard actually ends up looking pitiful, I might feel a little better about it too.

— W-what do you mean by that, sir...?

— I’m just going to handle it my way. My way.

— ??

And so, Ihan struck first.

He left no evidence behind.

Galahad and Tristan really were capable.

They didn’t even leave traces of their presence, ensuring that all suspicions and accusations were confined within the Sultanate itself.

“I hate to admit it, but it feels bad comparing them to those White Cat idiots.”

“...You do realize you’re insulting yourself too, right?”

“I was the one who stopped them on the scene, so I don’t count.”

“......”

Ihan was confident.

He’d done his part.

And instead—

“So, what were you doing, huh? You act like you’ve got clairvoyance most of the time, but this time you were completely useless.”

He scolded her.

For the first time, Isis’s eyes curved into a smile—like she found it refreshing to be the one getting scolded.

“You seemed more irritable than usual today. So that’s what this is about—you’re upset.”

“Not upset—angry. The kids could’ve gotten hurt.”

“...Hmm. I suppose being angry over that does make sense.”

“?”

Logically, he knew he shouldn’t find her response surprising—but still, he hadn’t expected Isis to admit her fault so easily.

She was the type to be arrogant and proud, not someone who apologized so readily.

Could it be—

“Are you sick or something?”

“......”

“Maybe a summer cold? They can be brutal, you know. You should get some rest. I’ll leave you alone.”

“...Are you calling me weak?”

“You’re not sick?”

“...I will be, because of you.”

“??”

Why was she like this, even when he was showing concern?

“Anyway, it’s not that I ignored the academy because I wasn’t worried. It’s just that with you here, I figured everything would be fine.”

“...Isn’t that neglecting your duties?”

“There’s a term for it—‘right person, right job.’”

“......”

“I trusted you. That’s all it was. So don’t take it personally.”

“...Why is this woman suddenly acting so sentimental? It’s unsettling.”

Instead of feeling touched by her unexpected praise, Ihan felt a wave of unease.

Most people would be thrilled to receive a compliment from Isis. Ihan? He broke out in a cold sweat.

He could already tell—

She was going to dump another job on him.

“Hmph, you’re so annoying. Now I know how you really see me.”

“A truly great person should reflect on their actions.”

“That may be true, but it doesn’t apply to me.”

“......”

...She really was shameless.