30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 266

At first glance, the Mordred estate appeared perfectly normal—nothing like the ominous rumors suggested.

The chilling tales spoke of ghosts appearing even during the day, of constant, eerie screams echoing through the halls...

But in reality, aside from the thick fog that made the castle seem somewhat dark, it was just a typical lord’s mansion. Servants moved about their tasks as if nothing was amiss, contradicting the rumors of restless spirits.

There was, however, one peculiar detail.

"Sister, I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Hmm... I've been working here for about three months now, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the lord or his family. Did they leave on a trip or something?"

The Mordred family.

Even the servants—the very people employed by them—had never seen their masters.

A relatively new maid voiced her curiosity, but in response, the senior maid simply remained silent.

Her half-lidded eyes barely flickered.

"......."

"Sister?"

"Don’t be curious about that."

"Huh...?"

"I mean it. Don’t even show the slightest curiosity. Don’t wonder where they are. Don’t wonder what they do. Just don’t think about them at all."

"W-wait, what...?"

The senior maid was usually kind.

She answered every question patiently, always treating others with warmth.

But now, for the first time, her eyes turned cold as ice, making the younger maid flinch.

"I’m saying this for your sake. Never speak about them carelessly. You might end up... catching their attention."

"What...?"

"Curiosity isn’t always a good thing, dear."

"Sister...?"

The young maid still looked confused, but the senior maid only gave her a bitter smile.

She didn’t explain any further.

The next morning—

"I told you not to be curious, didn’t I?"

The senior maid sighed, her expression filled with regret.

Drip. Drip.

"H-heeheehee..."

A woman was laughing.

Her eyes blinked rapidly, her body convulsing like someone suffering from a seizure.

No matter how many questions they asked her, she only laughed strangely, as if completely disconnected from reality.

She had lost her mind.

Yet another maid driven insane.

The senior maid rubbed her forehead, clearly exhausted.

"Haa... How many does this make now?"

Sixty-six.

That was the number of victims this year alone—servants who had succumbed to madness.

Still, if there was any silver lining...

"At least it's fewer than last year."

It was a slight improvement, wasn’t it?

***

Appearance isn’t everything.

It’s a phrase adults often say, a profound truth meant to remind people that true charm comes from within, not from outward appearances.

And yet...

"S-Santa, you don’t have to push yourself too hard."

"H-here, have something to eat while you work."

"W-would you like to join me for dinner? A-at my place, if possible...."

...Seeing things like this, he couldn’t help but wonder if appearance really was everything.

‘Was life always this easy?’

He found the overwhelming kindness of everyone around him utterly bewildering.

It wasn’t just that people were nice to him—it was as if they were desperate to be nice to him.

‘The world really is unfair.’

What kind of life did handsome men lead?

Under his hastily made alias, Santa Rihan, he let out a hollow laugh, but his fists clenched involuntarily.

He had to fight the growing urge to resort to violence.

Why?

‘Damn it, I’m not into that!’

...Because the one who had invited him to dinner wasn’t a woman.

***

Entering Mordred’s domain, Wales, had been surprisingly easy.

Despite how Simon had warned him about how secluded and dangerous it was, the people here were unnervingly friendly toward outsiders.

"So, you came all this way looking for work? Well... with that face, life must have been tough for a commoner like you."

"Poor thing..."

"The work might be rough, but go to the lord’s castle. You’ll find a job there."

‘So, appearance alone is enough to justify anything, huh?’

All the meticulously crafted fake documents and cover stories he had prepared turned out to be completely unnecessary.

The locals accepted him immediately—no questions asked.

It almost made him regret spending days preparing his disguise.

‘Guess my prime years still work in my favor.’

His so-called "transformation" was nothing complex.

He had simply compressed his bones and muscles, using the principle of bone-shrinking and muscle control.

He hadn’t actually transformed or disguised himself—just reverted his body to a more slender, youthful state.

But apparently, that was enough to leave an impression on others.

Even Simon and the twins had been shocked.