Reborn As Noble

Eridith's laughter slowed as she suddenly blinked, her expression shifting to one of realization. "Marcellus… Marcellus… Cedric… wait a minute." Her eyes widened as she pointed a finger at Garius and Francesca. "Aren't those the current strongest mage and the strongest paladin in the kingdom? Those two are your sons?"

Garius and Francesca exchanged a knowing glance before clasping hands together. Without a word, Francesca leaned toward Garius and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder, her smile warm and content.

"Ugh! You two lovebirds!" Eridith groaned, throwing her hands up dramatically. "Stop being so disgustingly sweet in front of me! And don't forget about our promise!" She pointed an accusing finger at Garius. "I'm still going to be your wife, Garius! Don't think you can get out of it!"

Francesca chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement as she glanced at Eridith. "Of course, Eridith. But you'll have to wait just a little longer."

"Hmph! Fine!" Eridith huffed, crossing her arms and pouting like a child. "But no more delays after this, got it?"

Garius sighed, shaking his head with a small smirk. "Haaa... as if I have a choice."

"You don't!" Eridith declared firmly.

Francesca stood gracefully, smoothing her dress as she rose from her seat. She leaned down, her warm brown eyes locking with Garius's as a playful smile graced her lips. Without hesitation, she kissed him passionately, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered softly, "Dear, I'm going to continue with the packing."

Garius raised an eyebrow. "Already?"

Francesca turned toward Eridith, her tone light but teasing. "Eridith?"

"Hmm?" Eridith looked up from her plate, still munching on a piece of meat.

"Garius is all yours," Francesca said with a sly smile before walking toward the door.

"Hehehe," Eridith's eyes sparkled with mischief as she wasted no time. She immediately wrapped her arms around Garius, hugging him tightly. Leaning closer, she inhaled deeply, her expression turning blissful. "Ahhh... after so long... finally..."

Garius froze, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air. "Eridith..."

"Hush," she said, holding him tighter. "Let me enjoy this moment. I've been waiting for so long, you know."

"Haaa..." Garius sighed, glancing toward the door where Francesca had exited. "Why do I feel like she planned this?"

From down the hall, Francesca's soft laughter echoed, almost as if she had heard him.

As Francesca walked gracefully down the hallway, she was briefly interrupted by the faint sound of kissing coming from the dining room behind her. She paused for a moment, glancing back with a knowing expression.

"Well..." she murmured to herself, her lips curling into a soft smile. "She has been waiting for so long..."

Her fingers lightly brushed the edge of her gown as she continued on her way, her heart filled with calm acceptance. "And soon, she'll be his wife and my co-wife. It's only right for her to have her moment."

Francesca's smile deepened, her warmth and understanding reflecting the bond she cherished with Garius. Despite the complexities of their family, she felt nothing but happiness for what was to come.

However, as she continued down the hall, her serene smile suddenly wavered. A thought hit her like lightning, and her steps slowed.

"Crap!" she muttered under her breath, her eyes widening slightly. "If Nyxara and the other two find out that Eridith is becoming the next wife before them..."

Her mind raced as she imagined the chaos that would follow. Nyxara, with her dramatic flair, would storm the Armand estate, demanding explanations while flirting outrageously with Garius. The other two—no less strong-willed—would likely have their own intense reactions.

Francesca sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she pictured these scenarios. "This is going to be a headache."

She quickly regained her composure, smoothing her dress and straightening her posture. "Haa... well, nothing I can't handle. But I'd better prepare myself for their inevitable arrival."

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she resumed walking. "Dear, you always do find yourself in the most complicated situations. And yet, somehow, it always works out... eventually."

Inside the Noble Academy Cafeteria

Liana gracefully placed a tray of food in front of Javier. "Here is your food, Young Master," she said softly.

"Thank you, Liana," Javier replied with a grin, his eyes lighting up—until he looked at the plate. His grin quickly faded. "Ughhh... Liana, do I really need these veggies?"

"Just eat them, Young Master," Liana replied firmly, crossing her arms.

"Fine..." Javier groaned dramatically, picking up his fork like it was a heavy weapon. After a moment, he gestured to the seat beside him. "Liana, take a seat next to me."

"I can't, Young Master," Liana said gently. "We're in a public place. It wouldn't be appropriate."

Javier sighed, slumping in his chair. "Ugh, this is why I hate eating in the cafeteria. It's boring, and people keep staring. That's why I suggested we go to our usual spot in the forest. We could grill more meat and let Buddy and Pikko eat too."

"No, Young Master," Liana said firmly, giving him a pointed look. "If we do that, we'll both fall asleep like last time, and you'll miss afternoon class... again."

Javier leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. "Haaa... fine, but I'm telling you, this is no way to live. Veggies and rules? What's the point of being a noble if I can't do what I want?"

Liana chuckled softly, her smile both fond and exasperated. "The point, Young Master, is discipline. Now, finish your food, including the vegetables."

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Javier poked at the greens with his fork, muttering under his breath. "Yeah, yeah... I'll eat it."

While Javier reluctantly picked at his vegetables, the lively chatter of the cafeteria was interrupted by a loud voice.

"Well, well, well… look who we have here—the 'delinquent noble,'" the boy smirked, his group laughing behind him as they stopped at Javier's table.

Javier didn't look up, casually taking another bite of his food. "Hmm?"

"Look at this one," the boy sneered, pointing at Javier. "His father is a count, yet he only has one personal maid. How pitiful."

His group burst into exaggerated laughter.

Javier set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, finally giving the boy his full attention. "Hmm? What do you want, 'Viscount' son?" he said, a teasing grin on his face. "Did you come to get your 'ball' kicked again?"

The boy instantly turned pale, his hands flying to cover himself. "H-How dare you!" he stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Just remember this—I'm going to defeat and crush you on the battleground next week!"@@novelbin@@

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Javier replied lazily, waving a hand dismissively as if the boy wasn't worth his time.

The Klimbert boy's embarrassment turned into anger as he pointed at Liana. "Poor you... only one maid. Ahahaha! How pathetic!"

Javier smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Hmm?" His eyes gleamed as he added, "But my 'maid' is a beautiful elf. Not like the ones you have..." He gestured toward the Klimbert boy's maids, who looked awkward but said nothing. "I'd rather have one Liana than ten of... whatever this is."

The Klimbert boy's face burned with embarrassment as his maids exchanged awkward glances, some stifling giggles at the insult. "Y-you…!!"

Liana, standing quietly beside Javier, hid her amusement behind a polite smile, her eyes glinting slightly as she glanced at the Klimbert boy. "Young Master," she said softly, "do finish your meal. You wouldn't want to keep the 'viscount's son' waiting for his next embarrassment."

Javier chuckled, grabbing another bite of food. "Ehehe, you're right, Liana. Can't let him get bored before the Battleground, can we?"

The Klimbert boy, shaking with anger, turned and stormed off, his entourage following. "You'll see, Javier! I'll humiliate you in front of everyone next week!!"

"Sure, sure. Try to protect your 'ball' until then!" Javier called after him, laughing as the boy stomped away.

Javier leaned back in his chair, lazily watching the Klimbert boy leave with his group. After a moment, he turned to Liana with a curious expression.

"Err... Liana?"

"Yes, Young Master?" she replied, her tone calm and composed as she poured tea into his cup.

"That Klimbert boy... umm... what's his name again?" Javier asked, scratching the back of his head.

Liana tilted her head slightly, thinking. "Umm... I don't really remember, Young Master," she admitted, her voice soft but honest.

Javier shrugged, waving it off casually. "Well, he's not important anyway."

Liana chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. "Indeed, Young Master. Shall I bring you more tea?"

"Ehehehe, sure, Liana," Javier grinned, grabbing another bite from his plate.

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