30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?!-Chapter 247: A Knight Does Not Speak Falsehoods (3)

A massive explosion erupted.

Ihan’s roar of fury had already left people’s ears ringing—

But now, the sheer detonation of his fist had them clutching their heads in agony, as if a grenade had gone off right next to them.

The impact was that overwhelming.

“Gahh—?!”

“Kuhhk...!”

Several of the more reckless Demi-Fiends, who had been carefully watching for a chance to strike, were caught directly in the blast.

Their bodies were flung like beads scattering in all directions, suffering serious internal injuries just from being too close.

BOOOOM!!

They had only been nearby.

And yet, knights of high rank had been sent flying like rag dolls.

That meant that if someone had taken a direct hit, their entire body would have been pulverized on impact.

This was no longer just a punch.

It was an explosion, with the force of dozens of sticks of dynamite bundled together.

An absolutely terrifying display of raw power.

But—

Whoosh!

“—Terrifying. But how did you know? My concealment was perfect.”

The fact that someone had survived that blow meant one thing—

They were no ordinary opponent.

“!!?”

Gasps of shock erupted.

At first, when Ihan had thrown his attack, everyone had been stunned.

But now—

A woman emerged from the shattered remains of a collapsed wall.

“S-She blocked Master’s Hundred-Pace Divine Strike?!”

Levi and the others stiffened in disbelief.

Of all things—

She had withstood the Hundred-Pace Divine Strike.

A feat that should have been impossible.

And yet, the woman only shook out her wrist, looking mildly irritated.

“Ugh, my wrist hurts. That was a stupid amount of force. How much power did you even condense in that...?”

Whoosh!

“!!?”

The woman, who had been smiling playfully, flinched.

Because—

Ihan was already moving.

His fist clenched again—

His body surged forward—

As if the very concept of conversation was beneath him.

CRACK!

“I don’t talk to terrorists.”

What was the point of talking to lunatics?

Whoooosh!

A wind vortex formed around Ihan.

He had merely clenched his fist—

Yet the very air itself twisted into a miniature typhoon around him.

Compared to his earlier strike—

This was something far worse.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOM!!

—The forest vanished.

***

Squelch—

The blood that had scattered from the woman's body surged backward, reversing time itself as it reassembled around her.

It happened quickly.

In mere moments, her injuries were gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Except—

“Ah, damn. My fingers won’t grow back.”

The ones that had been obliterated by the Hundred-Pace Divine Strike were gone beyond recovery.

Even for a Vampire, there were limits.

With an annoyed scowl, she muttered—

“Tch, I’ll need at least four days for this to regenerate. Or maybe... I just need a bigger ‘meal’?”

She spoke to herself, her words laced with dramatic flair.

Like an actress on stage, her movements were exaggerated, her words carefully chosen for maximum effect.

Whether this was just her nature or a deliberate performance, Ihan didn't care.

Because—

Everyone else was too shaken to focus on anything other than what she was.

“A V-Vampire?! Those are just legends!”

“I don’t want to believe it either, but there’s no other race capable of doing this.”

“...This can’t be real.”

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Levi’s face had turned pale.

And it was understandable.

Be it fairy tales or historical records, Vampires were known as one of the most dangerous species to ever exist.

And if the legends were true—

If she truly had the abilities of those ancient horrors—

Then this was a disaster.

They were not an opponent fledgling warriors like them could ever hope to face.

Their bodies trembled, a natural instinctive fear that all living beings shared when standing before a predator.

And as if sensing that—

“Hmm, maybe I should get revenge for my lost fingers?”

Shlkkk—!

Blood gushed from her side.

Not because she had been attacked—

But because she had stabbed herself.

As if deliberately spilling her own blood.

“...Is she insane?”

But before that thought could settle—

The blood moved.

Squirm— Slither—

Like a living creature, the droplets of blood crawled.

Inside them, fragments of bone floated, assembling themselves into shapes.

A grotesque, nightmarish sight.

It was as if—

A red swarm of ants had been born.

A blood-born army.

“Well? How about a round two?”

The woman smiled.

As if she didn’t mind getting knocked around again.

Ihan flexed his fingers, contemplating whether to draw his sword.

But then—

He scoffed.

“...Still running away, huh?”

His voice carried mocking disdain.

“Hm?”

“A ‘round two’? Don’t make me laugh. Your real body already ran off.”

“......”

For the first time, the smile vanished from the woman’s face.

“You still don’t take anything seriously, huh? You still treat the world like it’s just a ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) game, you worthless mosquito.”

“...Do we know each other?”

“Didn’t recognize you at first. But now I do. Why the hell are you a woman? Did you finally figure out your real gender?”

“......”

“Congrats, you piece of trash.”

“...Who the hell are you? I don’t remember ever favoring someone as ugly as you.”

For the first time, she was genuinely irritated.

And Ihan—

Didn’t give a damn.

Whoosh!

“I’ve never once been ‘favored’ by a disgusting bastard like you.”

Ihan kicked a spear lying on the ground—

The force sent it flying, piercing straight through the blood-ant swarm—

And then—

Straight through the woman’s head.

The Solar Spear.

A weapon forged with the intent to pierce even the sun itself—

Now crushing a cowardly monster’s clone.

***

“......”

Ihan stood over the fading remains of the clone, his face twisted into disgust.

Because he knew.

That wretched creature was still alive.

You should’ve just died. Why are you still here?

It was rare for Ihan to show pure, unfiltered hatred.

And the others noticed.

Carefully, they glanced at him, unsure of what to say.

“...Don’t look at me like that. I’m not mad at you.”

“Master...”

“I’ll explain that filthy thing later. But for now—”

Thud.

“I need to have a meeting with some parents.”

“......I apologize.”

“...Why the hell are you apologizing?”

“......”

Because this—

Wasn’t their fault.

It was the fault of the ‘adults’ who had failed them.

Like always.

***

“Urgh, blech—”

The woman spat blood.

A Vampire spitting out blood.

An ironic sight.

But the blood she coughed up—

Was dead blood.

“Ugh, what the hell was that? Why did it hit me so hard?”

It had only been a clone—

And yet the damage transferred.

She clicked her tongue.

Then—

She grinned.

“That knight is far more interesting than I thought.”

At first, she had only come to get a look at him.

But now—

“Maybe next time, I should actually try to kill him.”

A dangerous glint flickered in her eyes.

A hunter’s gaze.

A predator’s smile.

The descendant of the Vampire Lords—

A being once feared alongside the Demon King—

Hel—

The Blood Noble let out a small chuckle.

Her eyes—

Glowing with a crimson light.

As if eagerly awaiting their next encounter.