30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

Felicia, the Sword Saint.

She was an extraordinary figure.

Of course, finding an Aura User who wasn’t extraordinary was a difficult task in itself, but one thing was certain—Felicia had been granted the title of Sword Saint by the late king himself.

The Duchess of the Sword.

A title that belonged to her and her alone.

Within Pendragon, only Galahad had the right to be addressed as Duke, and yet she was the sole individual permitted to wield a ducal title of her own.

This position was a testament to the feats she had accomplished—deeds so legendary that even Galahad himself respected and honored her contributions.

However, ten years ago, Felicia vanished from the public eye, leading many to assume that she had gone into retirement.

Even an Aura User could not defy time forever.

At over ninety years old, it was only natural for her to be mentally and physically exhausted.

So when she withdrew from the world, people found it understandable.

It became widely accepted as fact—an unchallenged truth.

Some even speculated that her retreat was an act of nobility—that she was making space for the younger generation to step forward.

But in reality…

‘…Turns out it was nothing that noble, huh?’

Ihan let out a small cough.

Now that he knew the truth, it was too ridiculous to believe.

Even if he told someone, they’d probably just laugh in his face.

Would anyone actually believe that—

The legendary Sword Saint had vanished from the public eye… because she was going through a second puberty?

“Hah! Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not going through some puberty! My body just got younger—my mental age is the same! Where do you even— Oh? Elza, we’re running low on sandwiches. Bring me some more.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

“Thanks, oh, and take out the cucumbers and carrots. They’re hard to eat.”

“You must eat them. Don’t forget, Your Excellency, that you are still in your growth phase.”

“W-What? I’m fine as I am…”

“Your Excellency.”

“…Tch.”

“……”

‘Yeah, that’s definitely puberty.’

To be precise, her body was younger, overflowing with vitality, and her emotions had become unstable due to the disconnect.

From an outsider’s perspective, however…

‘She looks like a young person suffering from early-onset senility.’

She barely looked twenty, yet somehow gave off the tragic air of a young woman with dementia.

Was it just his imagination?

“Haaah…”

…No.