30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 86

"—A-Attack!!"

The blaring alarm echoed throughout the entire building. In most places, such an alert would instantly incite panic, but...

"Again?"

"Attacks have been unusually frequent this month."

"So, who’s attacking this time?"

"I heard it’s a knight?"

"Hmm, I wonder if a knight’s body would fetch a good price with an alchemist?"

Most of those present sat around playing cards, not a hint of urgency on their faces, as if they were thoroughly accustomed to this.

And, to an extent, they were. They belonged to one of the most hated organizations in the kingdom.

The Guild Consortium.

They were the official representatives of all the guilds gathered in the capital.

"Let’s not bother. Just get back to work."

Simon, head of the Pendragon Guild Consortium branch, dismissed the attack report with indifference. He treated it as a trivial, daily occurrence.

"It’s probably another thug sent by some noble we’ve crossed. Could even be the knight of that baron we kicked off his land yesterday."

"There’s no shortage of people who’d want to send someone our way, huh? Who should we send?"

"Send some of the boys. It’s a knight, so he should be decently strong, right?"

"Understood, Simon."

Their attitude was undeniably arrogant. Even with news that a knight had directly invaded, they remained completely unfazed. This wasn’t mere arrogance, though—it was confidence.

Only a few knew, but the Guild possessed a number of powerful fighters. Their principle was to bring in anyone, as long as they weren’t complete scum. They even recruited those with dubious pasts, often in uneasy cooperation with certain nobles who looked the other way for a bribe.

As a result, the Guild had many capable fighters in their ranks.

Some of them could rival even the captains of knightly orders, so it was understandable they weren’t concerned about an invader.

Even if assassins stormed the building, they wouldn’t be troubled; they’d simply go about their work as usual.

"I heard a guild in the production sector asked us to look for someone who’s gone missing?"

"A blacksmith named Hans, quite high-ranked. There’s concern he was abducted by an illegal mage, and he’s been missing for over ten years."

"Then he’s probably dead. No point in searching for him."

"But still...."

"I know, we’ll pretend to search, at least."

Simon was the head of the guild responsible for Pendragon Kingdom. He ran one of the continent’s largest guilds, ranking third in size out of 101 guilds scattered across the land.

Swift, efficient, and calculated.

That was Simon’s style.

"All right. I’ll just tell them we tried our best but came up short."

"Good, now about this matter with the Marquess of Genemia...."

Boom! Boom!

"If it’s about the Marquess of Genemia, I believe it’s already being handled, so you don’t need to worry about—"

Crash!

"Though, I did notice something odd in these files...."

Crash!

"...Why is it so loud out there?"

"Hmm, could the invader be stronger than we thought?"

"They’re not showing any sign of quieting down. Tsk."

"I’ll take care of it."

"Very well, Rem. Do your best."

Rem, though thin, was Simon’s right-hand man within the Guild. He was formerly from a prestigious knightly order and possessed skills on par with a vice-commander.

With him stepping outside, Simon expected things to settle quickly.

And they did, as expected.

"Finally, some peace."

Satisfied, Simon smiled and returned to the meeting with his assistant—

Boom!!

"?!?"

Both Simon and his assistant’s eyes went wide as saucers.

If something had simply crashed through the door, they might not have been so shocked, but...

"R-Rem?"

It was Rem who came crashing through the wall.

Or rather—

"Ugh...!"

He’d been used to smash through the wall, his body bruised and bloodied beyond recognition. Just minutes ago, he’d been a composed and competent knight, but now he looked like a wreck, blood dripping from his battered form.

Simon swore under his breath, "Damn it!"

Swiftly assessing the situation, Simon decided to throw himself toward the window to escape. If he could just get through, he’d have a clear route to the emergency exit.

With his contingency plans in place, he felt confident he’d get away—

"Are you the Guildmaster?"

Crash!!

—until he was met with a violent blow.

"—!!"

A throwing knife sliced past his ear, embedding itself deep in the wall, demonstrating its lethal force.

He could sense it wasn’t aimed to hit him—yet.

Just as he began to turn around, he saw—

"Wooaaaah!"

A barbarian mercenary appeared, stepping through the broken wall as though it were a door!

‘Vent!’

A fierce warrior from the mysterious barbarian tribe. His skills were renowned, said to have slain two hundred bandits single-handedly.

Although he wasn’t formally part of the Guild, he was a top mercenary hired with a hefty sum and long negotiations.

‘Yes!’

Seeing Vent unharmed, Simon realized he’d likely been drinking himself silly, which was typical for him, but that was unimportant. What mattered was that Vent was now here to handle the intruder.

With anticipation, Simon watched as Vent swung his powerful fist.

A blow strong enough to crumple steel shields.

And the invader...

Clang!

"...?"

"You done?"

Boom!

Gulp.

Crack!