30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 98

...Srrrk.

Revi turned her back and began to remove her clothing.

Ihan flinched.

It wasn’t because she suddenly started undressing. It was because of what lay across her back.

“Can you see it?”

“A... tattoo, huh? Young noble ladies are quite bold these days.”

“Heh, you know it’s not that,” she responded with a sly smile.

“Ahem.” He forced a cough, signaling that no further explanation was necessary, yet she continued, unwavering.

“It’s a slave brand. And a severe one at that.”

She dropped the bitter truth.

“......”

“Master, I... I don’t have parents. In the most literal sense, I’m an orphan.”

She began redressing, and Ihan managed a bittersweet smile.

“You could have just told me; no need to make a scene by undressing, honestly.”

“Isn’t it better to show it once than explain it a hundred times? You say that all the time, Master.”

“...Such a model student,” he muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Today, Revi was unusually articulate. She had never spoken so freely in front of others, without a hint of hesitation or fear. She was always shy, but with him, it felt like she could share everything.

So, she continued without restraint.

“I’m a slave. About five years ago, I was sold to the Folt family.”

She revealed her greatest vulnerability and secret.

“......”

He only listened silently, his gaze calm, as if her being a slave didn’t matter. To him, Revi was not a “slave” but a “disciple,” just a young girl.

Her throat tightened with emotion.

‘...Ah, he’s truly...’

She couldn’t deny his kindness.

‘Anyone else would have been shocked or felt betrayed... I have an incredibly good Master, more than I deserve.’

Revi held back her tears again, deciding it wouldn’t be too late to cry once she had shared everything she’d hidden.

“...I’m not originally from Pendragon. I’m from Britain. Not that it matters much where a slave is from.”

She had been a war orphan from the start. Britain had waged countless wars, even against the Empire and Pendragon. War orphans were as common as rats, and she was no exception, having lost her parents and ended up alone.

Then, Revi was captured by a “slave caravan.” freёwebnoѵel.com

Although slave caravans were supposedly outlawed, everyone knew they still existed. Her kidnapping and enslavement weren’t particularly unusual or cruel.

...Most children with no parents and no power led lives like hers.

“Fortunately or not, I was considered beautiful for an orphan, and my hair color was rare, much like that of the nobles. Because of this, I was classified as ‘high-quality merchandise’ and given quite an education. The demand for ‘premium slaves’... Well, it was overflowing, or so the merchant told me.”

Her beauty was either a curse or a blessing. The slave merchant had taught her to read, write, and even noble etiquette, claiming there was a demand for attractive, educated slaves. She was talented at learning, and the merchant was thrilled by her intelligence.

‘Now I can sell her for an even higher price!’

– That was his favorite phrase to say to her.

“It didn’t make me happy at all.”

...During her training as a high-class slave, a war broke out between Pendragon and Britain. The slave merchant, unfortunately for him, was killed in the conflict.

While misfortune for the merchant, it was a stroke of luck for her.

It gave her a chance to escape.

But, unfortunately for her—

“I had no idea that being a high-class slave would come with its own set of problems.”

[Seal of Obedience.]

The brand on her back was a slave mark, inscribed on her by a rogue mage hired by the merchant. This mark was like a curse, an unbreakable spell that could not be removed by any ordinary means.

It was the merchant’s attempt to prevent high-value slaves from escaping. Eventually, she was sold to another merchant who had absorbed the dead man’s network.

And that merchant...

“...sold me to Pendragon. In the midst of the war, everything that could be turned into money was sold off. I was sold cheaply, too.”

Ten silver coins.

That was her price.

“And the place I was sold to was...”

“The Folt family?”

“...Yes.”

“Where did those bastards get the money to buy you?”

“I suspect they borrowed it. I’d guess it was an investment. From the beginning, that man intended...”

To sell me off again.

– You are now our daughter. From this day forward, you are Revi Folt. Hahaha!

The day she was sold, the Folt family gave her a name and surname, welcoming her as part of the family.

A mere slave, yet they took her in as family.

She was deeply moved.

Finally, a day like this had come for her—a miraculous blessing from a fairy tale.

She was truly overjoyed.

But.