30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 270

“?”

The large, pinkish-red eyes that an old man once likened to a pink pearl widened in surprise, blinking rapidly.

The child, still far too young, found it incredibly difficult to adjust to the sudden changes in her environment overnight. She was utterly bewildered.

“Th-this isn’t my room, is it?”

“No, my lady. From today onward, this is indeed your room. And please, speak informally. You are now our master.”

“??”

Just a few days ago, her room was nothing like this. The walls were made of worn-out wooden planks, and the only bedding she had was the foul-smelling hay she had scavenged from the stables, which served as both her blanket and mattress.

But now...

“I-Is this really a room? It’s bigger than the yard...?”

It was spacious. Incredibly spacious.

The entire room was bathed in shades of pink, the same color as her eyes. The decorations were extravagant, the bed was soft and fragrant—so large that even a young foal could roll around on it comfortably.

Even the floor was soft. Far softer than the bed of hay she used to sleep on.

Wouldn’t it be fine to just sleep on the floor instead of that overly luxurious bed?

In fact, when she tried it, it was warm and cozy. But the moment morning arrived—

“Oh, my lady!”

“We’re so sorry! Please forgive us! P-please spare us!”

“P-please, my lady, sleep on the bed, we beg you...!”

“????”

Louise tilted her head in confusion.

But despite her confusion, she obediently followed the maids’ requests.

‘These sisters are kind!’

They were the ones who had secretly given her soft bread and fresh cherries behind the back of the mean old head maid.

So, of course, she wanted to listen to them.

More than that—

‘I like these sisters!’

Louise, who had always been forced to wash in cold water, was now being bathed in warm water by the maids. They even wiped her down carefully with soft, warm towels, gave her a sweet and soothing drink called cocoa, and even fed her soft bread and cherries.

There was no way she wouldn’t like them.

Thus, in the past few days, Louise had undergone many changes.

The grand room and the kind maids were one thing, but the biggest change of all was probably—

‘All the bad people are gone?’

The bad people.

The adults who had always tormented her were nowhere to be seen.

The ones who made her {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} cower just by looking at them, who shouted at her, who tripped her whenever she walked—every single one of them had disappeared.

And that made Louise happier than anything else.

...Still, she was curious.

Where had they gone?

“Sisters, where did the bad lady and the bad men go?”

She had only asked out of curiosity.

But—

“Eek!”

“We’re sorry! We’re so sorry! P-please spare us...!!”

“...Pay them no mind, my lady. They’re just... a little traumatized.”

“??”

“And as for those people... Well, let’s just say Santa is punishing them right now. That should be enough of an answer.”

“Oh, I see!”

The moment Louise heard her dear ‘friend’s’ name, she understood everything.

‘Santa is strong, so he’s punishing the bad people!’

Since Santa had even scolded the mean old head maid, it only made sense that he could punish all the other bad people too!

While Louise was delighting in this realization—

“Duke Louise! P-please, I beg you! Just once—just grant me an audience, just this once! Forgive me...! Please, grant me mercy, Y-Your Grace...!!!”

...Another strange person came today.

Yes, the people and the room had changed, but the thing that Louise found strangest of all in the past few days was the fact that strange people kept coming to her.

Every time, they would say things like, “Please forgive me!” or “Have mercy!” or “I will give you everything I have!”

And every time, Louise never understood.

‘Why are these adults asking me for forgiveness?’

She didn’t even know them.

To Louise, this was all incomprehensible. These adults were intimidating and overwhelming, and a little scary.

But the reason she didn’t feel anxious despite it all—

Thwack!

“Waaah!”

—was because every time one of those scary adults appeared, her friend would send them flying.

“Santa!”

Louise’s face lit up as she ran toward her friend, who caught her in a warm embrace.

“My lady—no, Your Grace. You mustn’t run at me like that. It’s dangerous.”

“Hehe, but Santa is strong, so it’s fine.”

“Good grief. With how rough you are, how will you ever get married in the future, Your Grace?”

“What’s marriage?”

“Hmm, well, it’s something like... Hmm. There’s a lot you need to learn.”

“Hmm?”

“...Never mind. For now, just play and do whatever you want. Kids should enjoy themselves.”

“Okay!”

Louise answered energetically, and every time she responded like this, Santa would gently pat her head.

And every time—

“Hehe!”

—she felt so warm and cozy.

Even more than when she drank cocoa.

‘Santa is like a real magician!’

Like the wizards in the fairy tales her grandfather used to read to her.

A magician who could create anything and give out wonderful, fantastical gifts.

And so—

“Santa, you’re just like a magician!”

Louise spoke her thoughts aloud, pure and sincere.

But then—

“...Where did you learn to say such vulgar things?”

“Hmm?”