30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 275

The flames continued to rage violently.

As expected of a scroll designed to hunt massive monsters, its sheer power and duration were unparalleled.

Had this not been an empty lot filled with nothing but dust and dirt, the fire would have spread, causing a devastating wildfire.

That was how intense and terrifying the flames were.

Yet, the very man who had set off this explosion was turning pale—not from the fire itself, but from witnessing something far more horrific.

Crunch, crack—

The thing was regenerating.

Its arms, legs, head, waist—every part of its body that had been burned or crushed was returning to its original state.

It was as if time itself was rewinding.

One might compare it to a phoenix being reborn from the flames, but there was no way Simon could associate this monster with something as majestic as a phoenix.

Because if a phoenix was meant to be a graceful and awe-inspiring symbol of resurrection, then this creature’s regeneration was...

"Simon, did you lure me here on purpose? Did you plan to use something this dangerous from the very beginning?"

“......”

"Wow, truly impressive. I thought we had some kind of bond after all this time, but I guess you had no problem betraying me so cruelly. Setting up such a vicious trap for poor, fragile me... How heartless."

“......”

Crunch.

—It was an abomination.

A sickening sense of revulsion surged through Simon’s body.

It was a purely biological rejection.

Any normal human—any living being—would feel a fundamental sense of disgust just looking at this thing.

And for Simon, the more that revulsion grew, the more self-loathing boiled up inside him.

‘I swear to God, I want to die for being such a complete moron...’

How...

‘How the hell did I let myself get fooled by this ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ monster for a whole year?!’

It was humiliating beyond belief.

***

Ten days ago.

That was when he first started feeling like something was off.

—Sir Ihan. Why aren’t you taking the twins with you?

—Huh?

—If you’re planning to infiltrate Mordred, wouldn’t it be better to have them with you? Why go alone? It seems strange.

—Ah, them? Forget it. It’s easier to move freely by myself. I’d just be distracted if I had to watch over them. Just look after them for me. I’ll compensate you.

—Ah... yes...

—What’s with that hesitant tone? Did I say something weird?

—N-No, not exactly.

It was just a short, casual conversation.

But Simon, being Simon—

The leader of the Southern Guilds, one of the sharpest minds in the kingdom—

Had instinctively begun analyzing Ihan’s words, behavior, and intent.

‘Why? Why wouldn’t he take the twins?’

‘Wait... before that... did Sir Ihan even need the Guild in the first place?’

His thoughts started spiraling.

‘Sir Ihan is someone who has single-handedly tracked and wiped out hundreds of rogue mages. He’s destroyed entire large-scale slave trading organizations on his own. His tracking and combat abilities are beyond anyone else’s league.’

All the intelligence the Guild had gathered on Ihan—

‘So why would someone like that come to us for help? Why would he even need the Guild’s assistance? Just to make things more convenient? ...Is that really true?’

Doubt crept in.

‘He doesn’t trust the nobles in the capital—sure, that’s fair. He said there were spies among them, and that makes sense.’

‘But... that might not be the real reason.’

‘And besides, why would the Guild be any safer than the capital? That doesn’t make sense either.’

His thoughts expanded, branching out like cracks in glass.

‘Then why is he still cooperating with the Guild? Why did he intentionally leave some of his people behind...?’

The organizations Ihan had dismantled.

The intelligence the Guild had rapidly uncovered.

And now, the journey to Mordred.

‘...Wait a second.’

—Did we just get led to Wales?

"!!?"

Simon had nearly screamed in realization.

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The impact of the thought had slammed into him like a hammer, making the back of his head tingle.

And then—

—Sir Ihan... were you protecting the Guild?

—Huh?

—There’s something inside the Guild... isn’t there?

—......

—There is, isn’t there?! A v-vamp—

Smack!

—!!

—This is why smart people are such a pain in the ass...

—......

—Seriously, how much did you figure out in those ten seconds of silence? You’re a scary bastard...

—......

—Look, I get that you’re a genius or whatever, but lower your voice and calm down. freewebnøvel.com

—...Yes. I’m calm now.

—Already?

—This is nothing.

—...Damn, you’re a piece of work. No wonder someone wanted to use you.

—......

Simon felt dizzy again.

The confirmation was like a gunshot, hammering the truth into his skull.

—When did you first suspect? I was pretty careful, or so I thought.

—It wasn’t anything extraordinary.

Simon had laid out his reasoning, analyzing Ihan’s behavior and decision-making.

—With Sir Ihan’s skills, he doesn’t need the Guild’s help. But the fact that he still approached us felt unnatural.

—And that alone made you suspicious?

—That alone? No, it revealed quite a lot.

To be precise, Simon had been able to deduce it because he had already investigated Ihan in the past.

Why would someone like Ihan go out of his way to pay the Guild a commission, despite having nothing to gain?

Most people would have suspected that he had ulterior motives—that he was plotting something against the Guild.

But if Ihan wanted to, he could crush the Guild without needing some elaborate scheme.

In other words, Ihan had no reason to plot against them.

Which meant that his cooperation with the Guild wasn’t about using them—it was about protecting them.

And right now, the only person targeting the Guild was—

—The monster you’re hunting.