30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 151

"Kunta, I’ve got a question!"

"What is it?"

"Why are the Sultan and the Mage here to meet the mage chick? Is there a specific reason for it?"

"Hmm, if I had to guess, I’d say the Magic Tower wants to confirm whether the young lady’s talent lives up to the rumors."

"And why would they need to confirm that?"

"They probably want to bring her to the Magic Tower."

"Why?"

"The Magic Tower always desires to have talented mages under their control. It’s a sort of... trophy for them, I suppose."

"...That’s a pretty shady reason. I think I understand why the Instructor hates mages."

"Well, the Instructor doesn’t just hate them; he treats them like pests that need exterminating."

"Yeah, that’s true."

Arnold and Garland often found themselves explaining things to Kunta.

Since they frequently sparred and trained together, this dynamic had naturally developed over time.

"Then what about the ‘Master of the Desert’? Why is he here?"

"The Master of the Desert? Oh, you mean the Sultan?"

"The Sultan probably covets the young lady’s abilities as well. Magic that manipulates water is highly prized in the western regions. Given that Lady Irene’s magic can even unearth hidden underground water veins and create rivers to flow, it would be an invaluable asset to the Sultan and, by extension, the western continent."

In the arid lands of the west, Irene’s magic, which could summon rain and discover underground water sources, was nothing short of a divine miracle.

If he could bring her under his control, it would bolster the Sultan’s authority and power base immensely.

"Hmm, so he wants a trophy too!"

"Exactly."

"Still, it won’t be easy. That young lady has none other than the Duke of the Demon Sword backing her. My old man says that if the Duke were to get serious, he could burn the entire western continent to ashes. I doubt they’d have the guts to cross someone that terrifying."

"...Mage chick’s dad is scary."

"Not just scary—he’s utterly terrifying."

From this perspective, the Sultan’s and the Magic Tower’s actions seemed reckless, akin to moths flying straight into a flame.

"Hmm, my head hurts."

The Barbarian rubbed his temples as the flood of information overwhelmed him.

Perhaps it was the side effect of trying to process so much at once.

"I didn’t say much, though. Is it a weakness of Barbarians?"

"No, it’s not that. That guy only uses his brain for physical stuff. The Barbarians in our mercenary corps are smart enough to handle accounting."

"...So Barbarians vary from person to person. But a Barbarian accountant? I’d love to meet one."

"Heh, I’ll introduce you if there’s a chance later."

With that, the conversation wrapped up, and they prepared to dive back into training.

Ever since the "Barrier of Sacrifice" had been implemented, the swordsmanship department was swept up in a training craze, and even top-tier students like them couldn’t afford to slack off.

However—

"...By the way."

"Another question, Kunta?"

"Yeah, I’m curious. What’s the Instructor doing right now?"

"......."

"Is he practicing a new joint lock or striking technique? It looks a little unusual." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"...Hmm."

At Kunta’s remark, they turned their gazes toward the Instructor, and they all saw the same thing.

CRACK!

THUD!

...Over ten heavy sand mannequins lay utterly destroyed.

"Hmph, this is harder than I thought."

The Instructor’s rare look of frustration only left the cadets speechless.

"He’s practicing... dance steps?"

"I’d better offer my condolences to his future dance partner."

Dance.

Known commonly as ballroom dancing, the Instructor seemed to be struggling with the concept. His difficulty, however, didn’t stem from a lack of rhythm or grace.

WHOOSH!

...Instead, he kept instinctively applying combat techniques to his dance partner.

And these weren’t ordinary techniques—they were deadly ones, practically assassination moves.

"That’s pure instinct... terrifying."

"Terrifying isn’t even the word for it. It’s horrifying."

A murder dance.

The Instructor’s deadly choreography was enough to send chills down their spines.

CRACK!

The mannequin’s "spine" shattered completely.

"Ugh, there’s so much more to prepare than I thought."

Ihan muttered to himself.

While the opportunity to meet the Magic Tower’s spellcasters had come unexpectedly, he needed to attend the banquet to initiate contact.

Sneaking in was an option, but Ihan decided to approach things by the book this time.

Not because he respected the Magic Tower—

Please, Instructor...

—but because of the pleading look in Levi’s eyes as she clasped her hands together.

"Where did she even learn such a deadly skill?"

She had perfected it.

Her hand gestures, her gaze, and even her posture all worked together to amplify a pitiful, sorrowful aura that struck straight at his conscience.

Unable to brush her off, Ihan begrudgingly abandoned his reckless tendencies.

And so, he was now trying to learn proper etiquette and culture for attending a banquet.

However, from the very start—

"Banquet food isn’t meant to be eaten. It’s there for display and enjoyment, not consumption."

"...What kind of wasteful nonsense is that?"

—he faced hurdles.

Ihan was visibly outraged. Wasting food was one of the top five things he despised most in life.

Levi, sweating nervously, quickly added an explanation.

"Th-They don’t throw it away! The staff eats it later, or it’s redistributed."

"It had better be."

"Oh, and if you need a drink, don’t raise your hand or call out. That’s considered rude. You have to wait for the servers to approach you."

"......."

"And when you hold your cup, your hand movements should look like this."

"...I’m going to pass out."

The more he listened, the more his head spun.

‘If I’d known it would be like this, I should’ve taken lessons from Jake when he offered.’

As a knight, Ihan was technically required to learn the basics of noble culture.

But Ihan had always preferred lifting dumbbells to learning etiquette. As a result, he was utterly clueless about these matters, including how to dance.

And now, he was paying the price.

"I didn’t know learning to dance would be this hard."

"With all due respect, Instructor, the problem isn’t dancing—it’s your lack of control."

"I can control my strength. The problem is, when someone’s in front of me, I instinctively try to take them down."

"As a knight, that’s admirable, but it’s a disaster for your dance partner."

Levi understood his habits but couldn’t help shaking her head at how impractical they were in daily life.

"But."

"It doesn’t happen with everyone. Only strangers. Look."

Ihan casually reached out to Levi.

"See? I’m not threatening you, am I?"