30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 60

‘T-This wasn’t part of my plan...’

The girl was flustered, and the ghost let out an angry outburst.

[That's why you should have acted when you had the chance! You're always too slow! You... you premature...!]

‘...That word doesn't mean what you think it does.’

[Then when is it the right word to use?]

‘H-How would I know!’

[Why are you getting so mad? You could just say you don't know. Seriously, your temper...]

‘!!?’

Irene Wendler almost grabbed the back of her neck in frustration. How could the ghost be so shameless after starting the argument in the first place? As much as she wanted to engage in a verbal battle with it, there were more pressing matters at hand.

"Look, Sir Knight! Lady Levi is giving a speech over there!"

"Bear-girl speaks well."

"Does that mean she’s winning?"

"I don’t know if you can 'win' a debate, but logically, and based on the audience’s reactions, she seems to be doing well. She’s probably winning." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Hehe!"

For now, the existence of this meddler took priority.

The maid beside him was smiling brightly. If it were anyone else, they might have looked like a simpleton, but with her, it was impossible not to feel a sense of warmth and kindness, as if her very presence was infectious. She was like a walking dose of pure positivity, a human vitamin.

Layra Winter.

This pretty maid with braided hair stood beside Ihan, watching the debate with him, and he responded to her with a mild, nonchalant attitude.

...Meanwhile, Irene Wendler sat off to the side, quietly munching on the pretzels Ihan had bought her.

‘Ugh, I can’t even be mad at the maid! And why do these pretzels taste so good?!’

Most of the pretzels Ihan had bought from Bear No. 7 had ended up in Irene Wendler’s stomach, and the next day, she would inevitably scream when she saw her puffed-up face in the mirror.

Irene’s original plan had been to enjoy a date disguised as a “coincidental meeting,” but the world never works according to plan. Forgetting the constant presence of the maid by Ihan’s side had been her fatal mistake.

"Don’t you ever rest, Miss Maid?"

"I'm Sir Knight's personal maid, so of course, I’m always by his side."

"But you weren’t around earlier...."

"Hehe, I was doing housework. Oh, Sir Knight! Today, I cleaned without breaking any furniture! Isn’t that great?"

"Not breaking things is what you should be doing in the first place. I don’t see what’s so exciting about that."

"But the hammer broke. It fell on my head, and I couldn’t dodge it in time, so I accidentally broke it. I’m sorry...."

"...Let’s go see a priest, shall we?"

"Why?"

"......."

After a hammer had fallen on her head, she hadn’t gotten hurt—on the contrary, she’d broken the hammer with her head of iron, or maybe it was stone. Either way, she continued following them around, much to Irene’s internal despair.

However...

"Don’t you have any studying to do, Miss Irene?"

"I do have an exam to take, but I studied regularly, so I’m fine."

"Wow! You’re amazing, as expected of the top student! So impressive!"

"W-What?"

"Lady Irene, you’re really amazing. You’re beautiful, smart, great at cooking, and whenever you don’t know something, you try to learn it right away... You’re truly incredible."

"...Miss Maid, do you want something?"

"Nope!"

Layra Winter was impossible to hate. As mentioned earlier, she was like a pure human vitamin. She had the cheerful and innocent energy of a golden retriever, and if she had a tail, it would likely be wagging nonstop.

Her compliments were genuine, not flattery, and anyone without a twisted personality would naturally lower their guard around her.

It was clear why even a princess would trust someone like Layra Winter.

It took only ten minutes for the golden retriever-like maid to completely disarm Irene Wendler.

[Arin’s so simple....]

‘Could you hate someone like her?’

[...]

For the first time, the ghost, who always had a retort, was left speechless.

Layra Winter was even a formidable opponent for the ghost.

"Th-Thank you, Instructor, for coming in person like this."

Levi Fault spoke shyly, bowing her head. Ihan, acting gruffly as usual, handed her a flower, brushing off her gratitude.

"There’s no need to thank me. I just had free time. But your speech was impressive."

"N-Not really. I just spoke about what I know. It’s not a big deal."

"That’s what makes it impressive."

"Yeah, Levi! You were great!"

"Lady Levi, you were amazing! I don’t know what the topic was, but you were brilliant!"

"...Haha."

Levi Fault had received high marks in the debate. Though her speech skills were strong, her ability to produce results based on her hard work was what stood out most. Some people, no matter how much they study, can’t demonstrate their full potential, while others can perform exactly as expected. Levi Fault was the latter—an excellent student with great promise.

She always got the job done.

"If you’re free, let’s grab a meal together."

"Well, can we wait until after the next debate? There’s someone I really want to see...."

"Hoh, is it a guy?"

"N-No! Nothing like that!"

Levi Fault, uncharacteristically, raised her voice in panic. Her flustered reaction only served to deepen the knight’s suspicion.

‘Is it springtime for Bear-girl as well?’