30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 155

It was an utterly irrational move, but Salah was preparing to launch a terrorist attack against Pendragon.

The Assassins.

Mobilizing those ominous crows meant exactly that.

Yet, Salah felt no hesitation.

If everything went according to plan, the Sultanate under his rule would gain immense power.

Perhaps even—

—the Mystery of Transcendence.

Southern lands, including Irene Windler, held Mysteries worth astronomical sums.

Even if it led to war, obtaining just a few of them would be worth the cost.

—Spill a little blood to gain power.

It was a trade-off that made perfect sense when looking toward the future.

That was how it should have been.

But—

“Irene... Irene Windler. Would you honor me by becoming my concubine?”

“...?”

For Salah, Mysteries and war had suddenly dropped in priority.

He felt as if he had finally found his missing half after a lifetime of searching.

How could he possibly describe this feeling?

At this moment, even the Sultan was nothing more than one of the countless men trying to court a woman.

He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to abduct her.

“A-Ah, was that too rude of a proposal? Or do you perhaps aspire to become a Sultana? Haha, considering the power of Galahad you possess, it might even be possible.”

“Excuse me, but this is starting to get a bit...”

Irene tried to say something.

Despite her timid nature, there were times when she needed to speak up—and this was definitely one of those times.

Especially—

‘What’s wrong with this lunatic...?’

—when dealing with a madman who clearly couldn’t be reasoned with.

Irene was prepared to politely ask, “Could you please get lost?” or perhaps more bluntly, “Do you have some kind of mental issue?”

Unfortunately—

Smack!

“Sultan. I tried to hold back, but what do you think you’re doing? How dare you show such disrespect to Miss Irene!”

“Magician, what do you think you’re doing? How dare you lay a hand on me...?”

Before Irene could even speak, a golden-haired man aggressively stepped in against the Sultan.

Huey de Beiron.

The Tower Master’s top disciple.

Huey glared at Salah with rage, and the Sultan’s expression turned ice cold.

“Magician. I was having a conversation with her. And yet, I don’t understand why a lowly man like you is interfering.”

“Hah. A conversation? From what I saw, you were just babbling nonsense.”

“Nonsense? Did you just call my words nonsense, magician?”

“What’s the problem if I did?”

“You insolent—!”

Salah bristled with anger.

This lowly magician dared to be disrespectful toward a Sultan?

Where else could one witness a scandal involving powerful figures fighting over love?

The nobles and youths, starved for excitement, sparkled with enthusiasm as they watched the unfolding drama.

And at the center of it all—

“...I wish they’d both just disappear.”

[Agreed.]

Irene expressed her honest desire to get rid of them both, even if she had to throw them away.

****

“...Hmm.”

Meanwhile, a gray-haired boy watching the ridiculous farce scratched his head.

What was this absurd spectacle?

The more he watched, the more ridiculous it seemed.

Derrick, the gray-haired boy, glanced at the blonde girl out of curiosity.

He felt a little guilty for peeking, but—

“...Status.”

—he had to check.

Ding—.

━━━

Name: [Irene Windler]

Race: [Half-Fairy]

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