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

Laira Winter was like sunlight in human form.

A little clumsy, prone to making mistakes, but so pure-hearted and warm that her flaws seemed insignificant. She radiated positivity wherever she went.

In an old-fashioned sense, one could call her a “human vitamin.”

Even in the royal palace—where even the lowest servants were embroiled in power struggles—Laira Winter alone was oblivious to such things. She was someone even the palace maids didn’t bother being wary of, making her practically a human capybara.

Because of this, Laira was beloved by both men and women alike. Even the most cautious individuals found themselves relaxing in her presence.

Just like now—

“Laira! It’s been so long!”
“Hehe, we just saw each other recently.”
“That was three months ago! Ahh… I missed your warmth.”
“Huh? Do I smell like something?”
“Yes, it’s a very comforting scent.”
“What kind of scent?”

Laira had been away from the palace on an assignment, and now that she had returned, her fellow maids welcomed her with open arms.

Was it like the warmth of the sun on a spring day? Or perhaps like the gentle breeze rolling through a rose garden?

Just being near her made them feel at peace, as if they were in such a place—healed and comforted.

“Laira, how long is your assignment?”
“Nothing serious happened, right?”
“Are you really okay?”

“Yes! Nothing happened.”

“That’s a relief.”
“The palace is really…”

There was an old saying: Birds hear what is said during the day, and mice hear what is whispered at night.

It was common knowledge that careless words in the palace could cost one their head.

Especially when it came to palace affairs—gossiping about such things could easily end in execution.

And yet, the maids spoke freely to Laira.

Because they trusted her not to repeat their words.

…Or maybe they simply trusted her terrible memory.

In fact—

“Huh? When did the head maid retire? Wasn’t it someone else?”

“…She didn’t retire.”
“She’s still the same person.”

“Oh! I see!”

“…You really haven’t changed.”

Her memory—or rather, her mind—was still as hopelessly scattered as ever.

And so, their trust in her only deepened.

Because of that—