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

There’s a saying about a "Million-Dollar Night View."

To Ihan, it had once symbolized romance and success—something he had promised himself in his twenties from his past life. Back then, he had sworn that one day, he would achieve great success and go see that million-dollar night view for himself.

Unfortunately, that dream had never come to fruition.

And in this life, he had actively avoided the path of success, convinced that he would never get the chance to witness such a sight.

Yet…

‘If there’s such a thing as a ten-million-dollar view, this must be it.’

As Ihan took in the breathtaking sight before him, he was struck by the truth of the old saying—life is unpredictable.

Whoosh!

It was an exceptionally rare clear day in Wales, a place almost perpetually shrouded in fog.

With the mist lifting, the kingdom’s grand waterfall—one of Wales' most prized natural wonders—came into full view. A thin veil of mist still clung to the falls, resembling drifting clouds, and through those clouds, a rainbow arched brilliantly.

It was beyond beautiful—it was magnificent.

Seated in a prime location atop the castle walls, Ihan couldn’t help but think: This is what a ten-million-dollar view must be like.

He let out a sigh of admiration. If only he had a steak and some wine, he might truly feel like a man who had made it in life.

At that very moment—

“Sir Santa. I thought you might be hungry, so I prepared a lamb steak for you. It’s from a young lamb, so there’s no strong odor, and it should be tender. As for the garnish, I used seasonal vegetables harvested from Wales’ pristine lands, cooked just right. The sauce was reduced with a slightly acidic wine, mixed with the meat’s natural juices, the highest-quality butter, and a blend of spices. The wine I brought is Wales’ renowned cherry wine. Please, enjoy.”

“…Huh?”

“If red meat isn’t to your liking, I can also prepare a trout steak right away. If you prefer poultry, quail or pigeon is in season right now. How would you like it prepared?”

“……”

“Sir Santa?”

“…I’ll just eat what you’ve prepared.”

“Oh, and please, drop the formalities! Speak comfortably, I beg you!”

“……”

Seriously…

‘This feels weird.’

A part of him felt a pang of jealousy toward Santa Ihan, who had achieved the success his past self never had.

And another part of him…

‘I kind of feel like one of those scheming ministers ruling from the shadows while a young king is on the throne.’

…Actually, scratch that.