Reborn As Noble

The day before the Battleground event, Javier sat at his desk in class, leaning back in his chair. Liana was beside him, taking notes with her usual calm demeanor.

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open dramatically. "Honey bun!"

Javier jolted upright, his eyes widening in surprise. "Mother?"

Before he could say anything else, Francesca rushed into the room like a whirlwind, her elegant presence demanding attention. "Oh, my honey bun!" she cried, rushing toward him.

Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a tight hug, pulling his head against her chest.

"Mmphhh!!" Javier protested, his voice muffled as he flailed his arms slightly. But as he relaxed into the embrace, a smile crept onto his face. He had missed his mother too.

"Oh, honey bun, I missed you so much," Francesca said, stroking his hair affectionately.

Liana, seated beside Javier, quietly set down her quill and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Lady Francesca," she said with a polite nod, though a faint smile tugged at her lips as she watched the scene.

As usual, Francesca's group of personal maids stood discreetly near the entrance, their expressions neutral, clearly used to their lady's antics.

"Mother!" Javier finally managed to break free, his face slightly flushed from the hug. "What are you doing here?!"

"Isn't it obvious?" Francesca said with a bright smile, cupping his cheeks. "I came to see you, of course! How could I miss the chance to visit my precious honey bun before the big event?"

"Haaa..." Javier sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as the rest of the class watched with a mix of amusement and confusion. "You didn't have to make such an entrance, Mother."

"Nonsense!" Francesca declared with a playful pout. "This is your mother we're talking about. I'll enter however I like!"

Javier shot Liana a pleading look, but she simply smiled serenely, clearly unwilling to step in. "Young Master, Lady Francesca's affection for you is admirable," she said softly.

"Yeah, yeah..." Javier muttered, slumping back in his chair as Francesca continued to fuss over him, brushing imaginary dust off his uniform.

Francesca's eyes shimmered as she suddenly put on a dramatically sad expression, clasping her hands together. "Oh? You don't like your beautiful, hot, young-looking mother visiting you?" she asked, her voice tinged with mock sorrow, her pout exaggerated for effect.

"Err... umm..." Javier stammered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his face slightly flushed.

Francesca leaned closer, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just look around, honey bun. I bet everyone here wishes their mother was as young, as hot, and as beautiful as yours truly."

"It's not that, Mother..." Javier muttered, avoiding eye contact.

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"Oh?" Francesca pretended to think for a moment before glancing around dramatically. "Hmm, just look around. Even their escorts are stunned. Honestly, I can't blame them." She casually adjusted her posture, flashing her graceful curves.

Javier sighed deeply, his eyes darting to the other students, who were indeed sneaking glances at his mother, some whispering among themselves.

Francesca clapped her hands. "Oh, honey bun! Come here and let Mother kiss you, like always!"

"Wait—" Javier started, but Francesca was faster. She leaned in and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then the other cheek, and finally a quick peck on his lips, each kiss punctuated with a cheerful "Mwah!"

Javier sat stiffly, letting her do as she pleased, but slowly relaxing into it. His face grew redder with each kiss. Resisting wasn't an option, and deep down, he missed her too much to argue.

Francesca smiled warmly. "You don't want my kisses anymore, honey bun?"

"Wha—no, it's not that!" Javier said quickly, louder than intended.

Francesca's teasing smile widened as she turned to the boy sitting in front of Javier. "What about you, young man? Would you like a kiss too?"

The boy froze, his face turning bright red as he shook his head furiously. "N-no, ma'am! I'm fine! I swear!"

"No!!" Javier stood up abruptly, his hands slamming on the desk. "She's my mother! No one else gets kisses from her!"

The class erupted into laughter, the tension broken. Even Liana, standing beside him, had to suppress a chuckle behind her hand.

Francesca laughed lightly, ruffling Javier's hair as she planted one last kiss on his forehead. "There, there, honey bun. Don't get so flustered. You'll always be my one and only baby boy."

The instructor, clearly flustered by the unexpected commotion, cleared his throat and tried to interject. "Miss? Please, we are in the middle of a magic study session."

Francesca turned to him with a curious tilt of her head. "Oh? Magic study, you say?"

"Yes, miss," the instructor replied firmly, though his nervousness was clear. "If you don't settle down, I'll have to use..."

Before he could finish, Francesca raised her hand lazily. "Like this one?" she said with a sly smile.

In an instant, vines shot up from the floor, binding the instructor in place before he could react. The spell was cast with such speed that the entire class fell silent, their jaws dropping.

The instructor squirmed, his voice muffled by the vines. "Mmmph!"

"Oh, hush now," Francesca said with a chuckle, waving him off. "It's just a little demonstration."

Before the instructor could attempt to free himself, the door opened, and the headmaster entered, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. "Ah, Francesca," he said with a weary smile. "It's good to see one of our former students back at the academy."

Francesca turned, her demeanor shifting to playful familiarity. "Likewise, current 'headmaster.'"

The headmaster sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Ugh... really, Francesca? Do you always have to make such an entrance?"

Francesca smiled sweetly. "What can I say? Old habits die hard."

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"Now then," the headmaster said with a resigned tone, waving his hand to dispel the vines and free the instructor. "Let's not scare the staff, shall we?"

"Oh, come now," Francesca laughed, brushing off the comment. "It's just a bit of fun."

Javier groaned, sinking further into his seat. "Mother, please..." he muttered, though he couldn't help but smirk slightly at the chaos.

The headmaster's gaze shifted to Javier, his brows raising slightly. "Your mother really doesn't hold back when it comes to you, does she?"

Javier shrugged with a cheeky grin. "Unfortunately for me, no." A soft laugh escaped Liana beside him.

Francesca turned to the headmaster with a dazzling smile, placing a hand on her hip. "So, 'headmaster,' I'm going to take my son now," she announced, her tone sweet yet carrying a playful challenge.

The headmaster blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Wait, take him? But the class isn't—"

Francesca leaned in slightly, her smile turning mischievous. "You know, headmaster, my husband would love to see you and reminisce about the good old days."

The color drained from the headmaster's face as the words registered. "G-Garius?" he stammered, glancing around nervously. "There's no need for that. Err... okay, fine, take him. No problem at all."

Francesca chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I thought so." She turned back to Javier, who was watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Come on, honey bun," Francesca said cheerfully, taking Javier by the arm. "Liana, let's go."

"Of course, Madam," Liana replied with a small bow, following closely behind.

As they walked out of the classroom, Javier leaned closer to his mother and whispered, "What kind of relationship do you and father have with the headmaster?"

Francesca smiled knowingly. "Oh, honey bun, if you knew the stories about me, your father, and that man, you'd be in for quite a surprise. Let's just say our past is full of mischief and memories."

Javier sighed, shaking his head with a faint grin. "This family is impossible."

( End of Chapter )