30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 72

Derrick still couldn’t understand.

What had the knight seen to make him believe his words? And even if he did believe him, how could he fight with such unwavering determination?

‘It would have been easier to run away....’

If anyone found themselves in a situation like this, if they were facing a giant like that, their first reaction would be to flee in fear. That was only natural.

Yet here he was, not only refusing to give up but standing on the front line—the most dangerous position—and swinging his sword with all his might.

What in the world could drive him to such desperation...? What made him so courageous?

– Huh? You don’t know the simple answer to that? You’re not as clever as you think, are you?

The answer came from a girl with amethyst-colored eyes.

– He’s not fighting because he’s brave. When someone has something to protect, and they find themselves in a situation where they can’t run away, people react in one of two ways: they either give up and resign themselves to death, or they struggle with all their might. And I’d say the person you’re talking about is in the latter category. Except he’s not just struggling—he’s...

“...giving it his all to resist.”

Derrick reflected on the words of the wisest and most dependable girl he knew as he watched the battle between the human and the monster.

That fierce, desperate battle.

Watching this, he muttered to himself.

“Lady, it seems like I’m the only one struggling here. That man... he’s just...”

Courageous.

Murmuring softly, Derrick’s strength faded, and he collapsed, his eyes fixed wide open as he silently wished.

‘May this help, even a little.’

“...A status window?”

In an instant, Ihan sensed it.

The aura of countless petals raining down from the sky.

And he felt it once more—the determination of the gray-haired boy behind him, who had poured all his courage into this one act.

Feeling it clearly, he...

“HAAA!!!”

With a mighty roar, he swung his sword even more ferociously.

The Demon King, startled by Ihan’s intense roar and powerful blow, staggered back.

Ihan had forced this giant Demon King to retreat purely through sheer spirit in his strikes.

It was an achievement akin to an ant forcing a human back.

But he wasn’t forcing him back for the sake of achievement.

The coward who had finally mustered the courage to act deserved to see that courage rewarded.

And so—

Rumble!

Countless needles, resembling petals, poured down to the ground.

Pop! Pop!

The petal-shaped projectiles filled the air, bursting as they rained down like a shower of thick needles.

There were roughly ten thousand, maybe even more.

But the needles didn’t target humans. Even if they brushed against a person, they wouldn’t harm them. Instead, they were directed solely at the monsters with malevolent energy.

“Full Blossom of Rain...”

The secret technique of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Venomous and Hidden Arts Family, Sicheng Tang, came to mind in this magnificent display.

And indeed—

“Ugh... Ugh!!”

“Ga...?!”

“Aaaa...!”

The force was nothing short of a spectacle.

The needles, raining down like a storm, targeted only monsters, mercilessly killing them. They struck the gnolls fighting the cadets and pierced the Demon King’s skull, tore through his neck, slashed his heart and back.

It was like a massive airborne claymore.

But what made it even better than a claymore was—

“You were hiding an insane skill like this.”

Hum...

As Ihan was struck by the needles, he felt his body relax. His stamina and injuries seemed to recover a bit. It must have been a buff effect.

Death to enemies, a buff to allies.

Where could you find a better skill than this?

Of course—

‘It’s not without its drawbacks.’

He sensed the presence of the boy, who had collapsed after exhausting his strength to unleash Full Blossom of Rain.

A one-time skill with terrible efficiency.

But—

‘It’s enough.’

He had given them precious breathing space, a brief respite amidst the chaotic battle without a moment to breathe.

It was perfectly satisfactory.

What he appreciated even more, though, was—

“━━”

“Is it painful? Too bad, huh?”

“??”

“Seems like there’s one more hit left.”

Whoosh!

Just as Ihan finished speaking, the waters of the lake surged upwards.

The water shot up high, as if a dragon was about to ascend, and even the Demon King wouldn’t be able to withstand being swept away by it.

It was that powerful and overwhelming.

“Don’t mess with our instructor!”

Irene Windler.

The greatest prodigy of this generation, one whose worth exceeded even Loen’s.

The girl with the potential to become the world’s greatest mage unleashed her magic.

“[Waters, rage. Waters, swirl. Waters, pierce my enemies, become a spear, and pass judgment].”

The water magic, infused with immense magical energy, surrounded her. But the spirit of a girl who watched over Irene added to the power.

“Wind, blow. Unite with the waters, become a guillotine to pierce our enemies.”

Whirlwind!

A colossal wind magic combined with it.

Double chanting.

Not only did she control two elements, but thanks to the spirit watching over her, Irene could perform this miracle of using dual attributes simultaneously.

“That’s... impossible.”

Ordwal let out a scream, unable to comprehend Irene’s magic. To other mages, it was a miraculous talent beyond understanding.

And that cataclysmic magic—

“Go!”

—was aimed at the monster tormenting the one she cherished.

A small [waterspout] formed.

Though it was small, it was still a waterspout, and as it engulfed the Demon King—

Boom!

The Demon King fell silent.

“...Turns out the chick from next door wasn’t a chick at all but a phoenix in disguise.”

Ihan muttered in amazement.

He hadn’t expected to receive such a significant boost from a spellcaster.

Unintentionally voicing his usual disdain for spellcasters, Ihan was genuinely grateful this time.

Thanks to her efforts, he had a bit more time.

And with this precious time—

‘With everyone putting in their best, I can’t look bad.’

He decided to reveal his “trump card.”

The small waterspout engulfed the Demon King.

The immense mass and flow of compressed water magic were impossible for any creature to resist.

Indeed, the Demon King was trapped, unable to move, as if he were being tortured within the narrow confines of a watery prison.

[[-----.]]

The rotating water prison not only held the Demon King in place but cut into him with intense force, threatening to tear him apart.

A blender.

It was like a water-made blender.

Once trapped, there was no escape until he was shredded to pieces.

Death was the only exit from this overwhelmingly powerful force, inconceivable to be unleashed by a single person.

The only problem...

[Irene, hang in there a bit longer!]

“Ugh!”

Sustaining such powerful magic was incredibly difficult.

Irene’s entire body was trembling, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Had she not been forced into physical endurance training after meeting Ihan, she would have fainted on the spot.

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‘Is this really the time to say that?’

Irene felt like she was going to lose her mind.

How on earth had the instructor been fighting this monster?

‘This is insane! It’s a real monster!’

Its resistance was beyond abnormal.

And not just its resistance; this monster—

Boom! Boom!

—was trying to break free of the waterspout.

It didn’t matter if its body was being torn apart.

It just kept regenerating, and if the water was heavy, it would just push through with sheer strength.

That monster...

It resolved most seemingly impossible issues not with its mind but with an overwhelmingly powerful body!

Step by step.

Like a scene from a horror movie, it began breaking free of the waterspout, closing in on her.

With an intent to return every blow it had suffered.

“I-I’m going to dieee!”

[Irene—?!]

Irene’s vision blurred as she reached her limit.

No longer able to...

Thud.

“You did well.”

“...Instructor?”

“Thank you. I’ll repay this debt later.”

“......”

Irene forgot her exhaustion and looked at him.

The relief in his eyes reassured her. She felt like she could pass out in peace now.

And so—

“You... you owe me an expensive meal....”

“Consider it a promise.”

“I-I’m going to order something really pricey....”

Hehe.

The girl let out a weak laugh before finally collapsing.

Her gaze fixed on his confident eyes.

Thud.

While not as light as a feather, she barely weighed anything in his arms as Ihan gently laid her down.

It was almost a gentlemanly gesture.

But his piercing gaze was still fixed on the Demon King.

Grind!

Through the diminishing waterspout, he saw it pushing through with a terrifying strength.

Now he understood why it was regarded as a living natural disaster.

“I acknowledge it. You’re strong.”

Ihan had prepared countless strategies leading up to this day.

Tap, tap.

Fwoosh!

Blossom!

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[[...A flower?]]

[[.......]]

Stab.

[[?]]

Crack...

Thunk!

[[!!!!!]]