30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 233

Felicia, the Sword Saint.

She was an extraordinary figure.

Of course, finding an Aura User who wasn’t extraordinary was a difficult task in itself, but one thing was certain—Felicia had been granted the title of Sword Saint by the late king himself.

The Duchess of the Sword.

A title that belonged to her and her alone.

Within Pendragon, only Galahad had the right to be addressed as Duke, and yet she was the sole individual permitted to wield a ducal title of her own.

This position was a testament to the feats she had accomplished—deeds so legendary that even Galahad himself respected and honored her contributions.

However, ten years ago, Felicia vanished from the public eye, leading many to assume that she had gone into retirement.

Even an Aura User could not defy time forever.

At over ninety years old, it was only natural for her to be mentally and physically exhausted.

So when she withdrew from the world, people found it understandable.

It became widely accepted as fact—an unchallenged truth.

Some even speculated that her retreat was an act of nobility—that she was making space for the younger generation to step forward.

But in reality...

‘...Turns out it was nothing that noble, huh?’

Ihan let out a small cough.

Now that he knew the truth, it was too ridiculous to believe.

Even if he told someone, they’d probably just laugh in his face.

Would anyone actually believe that—

The legendary Sword Saint had vanished from the public eye... because she was going through a second puberty?

“Hah! Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not going through some puberty! My body just got younger—my mental age is the same! Where do you even— Oh? Elza, we’re running low on sandwiches. Bring me some more.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“Thanks, oh, and take out the cucumbers and carrots. They’re hard to eat.”

“You must eat them. Don’t forget, Your Excellency, that you are still in your growth phase.”

“W-What? I’m fine as I am...”

“Your Excellency.”

“...Tch.”

“......”

‘Yeah, that’s definitely puberty.’

To be precise, her body was younger, overflowing with vitality, and her emotions had become unstable due to the disconnect.

From an outsider’s perspective, however...

‘She looks like a young person suffering from early-onset senility.’

She barely looked twenty, yet somehow gave off the tragic air of a young woman with dementia.

Was it just his imagination?

“Haaah...”

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One look at the deeply exasperated Iliad was enough to confirm that Ihan’s assessment wasn’t far off.

***

“...My apologies, Instructor. We’ve caused you a great deal of trouble. I’ll take responsibility and apologize on my grandmother’s behalf.”

“No need for that. More importantly—are you alright?”

“Yes, my body is fine. Aside from the stiffness from passing out on the cold dirt floor...”

“...You sure you’re okay?”

Arno—the real Arno, not the imposter—had finally returned, confirming that he was safe.

However, the moment he saw his grandmother, he swallowed hard as if his stomach had turned.

Then, as though he had already given up, he immediately turned to Ihan and apologized.

Even without seeing what had happened, Ihan could already picture it perfectly.

‘Like father, like son.’

The phrase fit them too well.

Though Arno looked utterly drained, the one responsible for his exhaustion simply greeted him with a beaming smile.

“My dear grandson, you’re back?”

“...It is an honor to see you, Grandmother.”

“Apologies for knocking you out. It wasn’t intentional. I merely wished to see how much you had improved, and, well... I miscalculated.”

“......”

“Hm? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“...Do you realize that you have a habit when you lie, Grandmother?”

“!?”

“I’m sure my father and Elza know about it as well. So please refrain from lying to us—it’s painfully obvious.”

“C-Could you perhaps tell me what this ‘habit’ is?”

“......”

“Oh, my, my grandson’s glare is starting to resemble Iliad’s. So fierce...”

“Grandmother.”

With a single sentence, Arno effortlessly disproved the absurd lie of a superhuman warrior.

Felicia, now visibly uncomfortable, nervously fidgeted under his gaze.

It wasn’t even a subtle lie—no one here would have believed it.

And yet...

Even though her body had changed, the motherly affection she held for her descendants remained the same.

She shuddered at the thought of her grandson resenting her.

Really, was there anyone left in this world who could still think of her as an Aura User?

To add to the spectacle, neither Arno nor Iliad—despite their firm words—showed any real harshness in their eyes.

If anything, their gazes were filled with warmth.

Considering how they were the victims of her endless pranks, their patience was astounding.

‘What an interesting family.’

To them, it was likely just another tedious day.

But from an outsider’s perspective?

It was nothing short of a sitcom.

Unfortunately.

“We have business to discuss, do we not?”

There was no time to keep playing along with this farce.

“Hm.”

Felicia smirked.

The kind of smirk that promised trouble.

***

Felicia’s Dagger.

As she herself had mentioned, this dagger was one of those she had once given to the benefactors who saved her life.

Anyone who visited House Offen while holding one of these daggers could make a request to Felicia herself.

Of course, she wasn’t some genie in a lamp who could grant wishes, but the mere fact that one could ask a favor of an Aura User was proof of its immeasurable worth.

If someone were to auction it, they could probably build a swimming pool filled with gold coins.

“...Now that I think about it, is it really okay for someone else to use such an important dagger?”

“Of course. As long as it’s genuine, it doesn’t matter who presents it.”

“......”

“Fufu, more importantly—Baltar isn’t the type to ask me for a favor, is he? That man can handle anything on his own, without my help.”

“...That’s true.”

Baltar was not someone who would rely on others.

Not even if those others were his equals.

In that sense, perhaps it was more appropriate for someone else to use the dagger instead.

“So then, what request will you make of me?”

“Hm, I don’t really have anything to ask for...”

And ironically enough, this sentiment applied to Ihan as well.

Even when speaking with a princess of an entire kingdom, he never begged for anything.

He had negotiated before, sure.

But to actually ask for a favor? That wasn’t his style.

Even if the person in question was an Aura User.

At his response—

“Fufu, so Baltar gave this dagger to someone who’s just like him.”

Felicia laughed playfully.

“...Please don’t insult me.”

“Saying you’re like Baltar is the highest praise a knight could receive.”