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

Bzzz!

The bees welcomed their master with a buzzing that seemed to demand, "Where have you been all this time?!"

It had only been five days since he last saw them, yet—perhaps it was just his imagination—they looked a bit bigger than before.

“No, it’s not my imagination! These damn bees actually got bigger! What kind of bee grows to the size of a puppy? Damn it…!”

…Correction. It wasn’t an illusion—the bees had truly grown to monstrous proportions.

At this point, the name Tiger Bees no longer seemed an exaggeration. Their growth rate was absurdly fitting for such a mighty title.

“Quit looking so pleased with yourself and do something about them! Why do they keep trying to attack me?!”
“Maybe because you seem unfamiliar to them. But more importantly, where have you been all this time, assistant? I haven’t seen you around lately.”
“I was taking shifts in your place! Filling out paperwork…!!”
“Is that so? …Keep up the good work.”
“!?!!”

Damien Follet—officially known as the swordsmanship department's slave, unofficially titled master of paperwork—turned red with fury. His face was contorted with frustration as he stomped the ground.

All while gripping his signature warhammer.

“Is this treason?”
“This is a damn revolution!!”

With a defiant roar, Damien raised the Hammer of Revolution high above his head.

He had made up his mind.

No matter what, he would land at least one hit on his opponent.

FWOOOSH!

He was fast. Whether it was pure rage boosting his abilities or some other factor, Damien’s hammer swung with nearly twice its usual strength and speed.

It wasn’t sword resonance—it was hammer resonance!

A truly grand moment. Perhaps it marked the beginning of the legendary Hammer Knight!

But—

CRACK!

“…Huh?”
“Did you take some kind of enhancement potion? You’re stronger than yesterday.”
“???”

—The hammer was effortlessly blocked.

No, blocked wasn’t the right word.

The man before him had merely flicked it away with the back of his hand, as if blocking wasn’t even necessary. And as a result—

—The hammer broke due to the sheer elasticity of the opponent’s hand muscles.

And to top it off, his opponent kindly informed him:

“My body got a little tougher.”
“Y-you’re even tougher than before?!”
“It just sort of happened.”
“…This is ridiculous. Even a giant beast wouldn’t be this absurd.”
“Anyway. That was decent.”

Tap.

“Keep working harder.”

“…Damn it.”

Damien barely had time to see the approaching flick of a finger before—

THWACK!

—He lost consciousness.