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

“????”

…What?

Am I dreaming?

Gardin was eighty-five years old.

Overshadowed by Felicia, yes, but in truth, he was the eldest among the kingdom’s knights. Excluding the dragon-blooded Pendragon royal family—who lived absurdly long—there were few in the kingdom who had survived as long as he had.

And with age came experience.

Yet even he…

I… I’ve never seen anything like this.

For the first time in decades, his jaw hung open in sheer disbelief.

A person… is flying through the air…?

The sight before him defied all reason.

A human—no, something he could no longer be certain was human—was soaring through the sky, descending like a meteor, tearing through the land as if it were nothing.

Had he not seen it himself, had this been relayed to him in writing, he would have scolded whoever wrote such nonsense.

But unfortunately—

BOOOOM!

—he had seen it.

There was no denying it.

And so, Gardin forcibly pulled himself together.

“E-Enemy descending from above! Attack, attack them now!”

Even as he shouted, he wasn’t sure if his command made any sense.

But it was the only logical order he could give in this situation.

The knights moved in sync.

Regardless of how they had arrived, an intruder was an intruder. And the proper course of action was to eliminate them.

That was the rational thing to do.

But then—

“—Was it you?”

A voice, low and eerily calm, cut through the air.

“The ones who threatened my kids?”

BANG!

A knight had barely begun to unsheath his sword when—

His face exploded like a balloon bursting under pressure.

His body flipped in the air seven times before slamming into the ground.

THUD!

A long dragging sound followed as his limp body skidded across the dirt.

Blood seeped from his crushed face, yet not even the faintest groan of pain escaped his lips.

He was utterly unconscious.

Not a twitch, not a single sign of life.

It had been a single strike.

A brutal, merciless display of sheer violence.