30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 260

"......Impressive."

Simon couldn’t hide his admiration.

When he first took on the request, he had thought of it as nothing more than an easy way to make some extra money. But now, he couldn’t help but feel like a complete fool for having such a careless attitude.

"If I had taken this more seriously from the start, the money I made would’ve been entirely different... I want to go back and punch my past self."

"You’ve said that at least thirty times already, Simon."

"Thirty? No, forty-one times. If you’re my secretary, you should at least remember that."

"...The fact that you’re keeping count just proves you’re not normal."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

Huff.

A lighthearted chat with his secretary helped settle his lingering regrets.

But the moment he glanced at the documents on the table—his stomach twisted again.

Day 1 – [Identified that the head of Greenbell Trading Company is an illegal mage. Greenbell itself was a major financial channel for the heretical organization, and they were secretly raising private soldiers.]

Day 2 – [Delivered the information to Sir Rihan (alias). Half a day later, the entire organization was annihilated.]

Day 3 – [Illegal mage captured. Body in critical condition, but information extraction remains possible.]

The file contained detailed records of events spanning just three days.

And yet, the thickness of the file was absurd.

Greenbell was a massive mid-sized trading company. There was so much to document, and as a result, the report had grown into a dense tome.

But more than anything, the speed at which this happened sent chills down Simon’s spine.

Even if someone was exceptionally skilled, wiping out a trading company of this scale should have taken at least a month.

But it took less than three days.

And when he reached the section detailing how the knight handled the illegal mages—

Even in his sleep, he might start having nightmares. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

But compared to the real nightmares that awaited those on this list—

[- Slave traders: annihilated.]

[- Drug cartel: annihilated.]

[- Assassins’ guild: annihilated.]

[- Mercenary group: annihilated.]

Those who had been wiped out were probably too traumatized to even dream at this point.

"......Is this guy even human?"

Simon’s gaze drifted over the ever-growing list of organizations that had been erased in just two weeks.

Some of them had ties to the heretics, but others had simply been caught committing atrocities—like raiding villages or kidnapping women—and had the misfortune of being discovered by a knight.

The ones who survived had been so severely beaten that they couldn’t even recognize their own faces in the mirror, and most of them had completely lost their sanity—left drooling, broken shells of men.

"...Who could have predicted that the entire underworld of the southern regions would change this drastically in just two weeks?"

"It’s not just the underworld. Even the corrupt elites in high society are shaking in their boots."

"I should’ve moved faster. The amount of money I could’ve milked from these trash heaps before they collapsed..."

"That’s your forty-second time saying that, Simon. Focus on the future."

"......Yeah, yeah."

Simon’s complaint was mostly a joke at this point.

He was a guildmaster. There was no way he would actually waste time regretting the past.

Instead of whining, he preferred to work on something more productive.

And so—

"...What’s our VIP client up to right now?"

"Resting in the warehouse."

"Are we treating him properly?"

"Of course."

"That’s good to—"

"—Well, I would say that, but unfortunately, he refuses most of our hospitality."

"......."

"He’s frugal. So frugal, in fact, that there’s nothing we can even do for him."

"...So he won’t even let us get close."

Simon felt a deep sense of regret.

Not as a businessman, but as someone who wanted to build a closer connection—

Yet, the man didn’t leave any room for that.

Still...

"At least he treats us as equals. That’s rare."

"I agree."

Even though he had no desire for wealth, the way he acknowledged and respected them made Simon and his secretary genuinely like him as a person.

***

...And yet, Ihan felt suffocated by this situation.

"Here’s some tea."

"We’ve also prepared a meal. Ah, and there’s a dish made from Eastern grains—it’s called paella. We hope it suits your taste."

"How about some wine?"

...This is suffocating.

"...I’ll say this again—you really don’t need to do this. Just give me the ingredients, and I’ll cook for myself. If I need help, I’ll ask for it."

Despite his firm refusal, the servants only smiled.

"Oh, but how could we?"

"The Guildmaster has told us at least a few hundred times to take extra good care of you."

"This is our job, so please, don’t feel uncomfortable, Sir Knight."

"......."

The fact that they were so polite and considerate made it even harder to push them away.

...Honestly, I’d rather just be fighting.

Some men might envy his situation—being surrounded by beautiful maids.

But for Ihan, this was pure torment.

Was it because he was shy around beautiful women?

No.

Ihan wasn’t that pathetic.

It was simply—

‘If I accidentally touch them, I might break their wrists...’

If he accidentally exerted even a fraction of his strength, something terrible would happen.