Reborn As Noble

The loud cheers of the crowd filled the huge stadium, their excitement filling the air as nobles from across the kingdom gathered to watch the prestigious Battleground Event. Banners with different house crests waved proudly in the stands, each representing the students competing in this long-standing tradition.@@novelbin@@

"Go Class A!!" shouted a group of spectators, their voices booming over the crowd.

"Class B will win this event!!" another group replied, their enthusiasm just as strong.

The arena was a grand sight—a wide, open field surrounded by tall stands, with magical barriers shimmering faintly to protect the audience from stray spells or weapon strikes.

In the center of the arena stood the event's announcer, a lively man dressed in royal robes, his voice magically amplified to reach every corner of the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he boomed, his voice echoing above the cheers. "Welcome to the Battleground Event! The most honorable competition for our young nobles before they reach their Blessing Ceremony!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, the atmosphere charged with excitement.

"This year," the announcer continued, gesturing grandly, "we have an exciting lineup of students, each ready to showcase their skills in magic, physical strength, and tactical brilliance! Who will rise above and claim the honor of victory?"

In the stands, nobles of all ranks watched eagerly. The King himself sat in the royal box, flanked by Princess Kliatana and several high-ranking officials. The royal guards stood at attention, reminding everyone of the event's importance.

Meanwhile, the students from all six classes gathered near the edge of the arena, their excitement and nerves clear. Javier stood at the back, arms crossed casually, looking unimpressed by the grandeur around him.

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The announcer stepped forward, his voice booming as the crowd's cheers began to settle. "Now, it's time for the bracket assignments!"

A wave of murmurs rippled through the audience as the students and their escorts leaned forward in anticipation. The tension in the air was thick as everyone awaited the first matchup.

"Which class will take the honor of battling first?" the announcer asked dramatically, his tone filled with suspense.

He gestured toward the royal box, his demeanor shifting to one of utmost respect. "Let us invite our esteemed King to observe the proceedings," he said, bowing deeply.

The crowd erupted into applause as the King stood, his regal presence commanding the arena. With a nod, he signaled for the event to proceed.

The announcer turned back to the crowd, raising his hand dramatically. "And now... let us reveal the first battle!"

A large, enchanted wheel appeared in the center of the arena, glowing with magical energy. Each section of the wheel displayed the names of the six classes—A through F. With a wave of the announcer's hand, the wheel began to spin rapidly, its light dazzling the spectators.

"Which class will take the stage first?" the announcer bellowed. "Let the wheel decide!"

The wheel slowed, its glowing pointer ticking past each class name until it finally stopped.

"CLASS A!!!" the announcer shouted, his voice bursting with excitement.

Cheers erupted from the Class A students and their supporters, their confidence clear.

"And who will be their opponent...?" The announcer raised his hands, and the wheel spun again.

This time, the suspense in the arena was almost unbearable. The wheel slowed once more, ticking past Class B, Class C... and then stopped.

"VERSUSSSSSSS..." The announcer drew out the word dramatically, pausing just enough to keep everyone on edge. "OH NO!!! CLASS F!!!"

The crowd collectively gasped, the dramatic contrast between the top-ranked Class A and the last-ranked Class F setting the stage for an unexpected battle.

The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium, magically amplified, as the crowd leaned in with eager anticipation.

"Let the first representative from Class A step forward and begin the battle with Class F!"

Cheers erupted from the left side of the arena as the announcer raised his hand. "From the left corner, representing Class A! The strongest among all in Class A, hailing from the prestigious Marquis Jilazt household—Fenzi Gin Jilazt!!"

Fenzi stepped forward confidently, his elegant robes adorned with his household's crest. He carried himself with ease, the cheers from his classmates boosting his ego.

The announcer then turned to the opposite side. "And in the right corner! Representing Class F! From the humble household of Lower Baron Teruin—Melozin Von Teruin!!"

A few polite claps rose from the crowd as Melozin entered the arena. He looked nervous, clutching his wand tightly, his simple attire a stark contrast to Fenzi's polished appearance.

"Let the battle begin!" the announcer declared, stepping back as magical barriers activated, shimmering around the two combatants to ensure safety for the spectators.

Fenzi wasted no time. With a smug grin, he began chanting, his voice echoing across the arena as fire mana swirled around him. "Oh, flames of the eternal inferno, heed my call and scorch all who stand before me!"

A massive fireball formed above Fenzi's outstretched hand, glowing with intense heat.

Melozin froze, his eyes widening in panic. He fumbled with his wand, trying to cast a spell, but the fireball was already hurtling toward him.

"BOOM!" The fireball struck with a loud explosion, the force knocking Melozin off his feet and sending him sprawling across the arena floor. The protective barrier absorbed the excess flames, shielding the crowd from the heat.

The referee stepped forward, raising a hand. "Class F's representative is unable to continue! The victory goes to Class A's Fenzi Gin Jilazt!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Fenzi raised his arms triumphantly, basking in the praise. Meanwhile, Melozin was carried off the field by medics, his classmates watching in silent resignation.

"This is boring," Javier muttered, stretching lazily before leaning back. He glanced at Liana with a mischievous grin. "Wake me up when it's my turn."

Before Liana could respond, Javier shifted positions and casually lay down on her lap, using her as a makeshift pillow.

"Young Master..." Liana sighed softly, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"What? You're the best pillow," Javier said with a smirk, closing his eyes and settling in comfortably.

Liana shook her head lightly, but a faint smile crossed her lips as she gently brushed her fingers through his hair. "Very well, Young Master. I'll wake you when it's time."

"Ehehe... thanks, Liana," Javier mumbled sleepily, already halfway to napping as the next battle was called in the arena. The noise of the crowd faded into the background, leaving only the peaceful moment between him and his ever-patient maid.

The Class F instructor stood near the edge of the arena, nervously biting his fingernails as he watched the current match unfold. Out of his thirty students, twenty-eight had already been defeated, leaving only one struggling desperately in the arena.

"Please... win!" he whispered to himself, his hands trembling as he watched the student dodge another barrage of spells.

But deep down, his hope was fading. He glanced back at the "delinquent noble," Javier, who was sleeping peacefully in his maid's lap, completely unbothered by the chaos around him.

"This kid..." the instructor muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "All he does is sleep, eat, and play with that oversized bird of his. There's no way he can help turn this around."

In the arena, the Class F representative was barely holding on, sweat dripping from their brow as they dodged spell after spell. Their opponent from Class A smirked arrogantly, their tone filled with disdain.

"Hah! Weakling!" the Class A student sneered, pointing at the struggling representative with one finger. "Is that all you can do? Dodge like a coward? Your magic is pathetic!" He pinched his fingers together, mocking their power. "This small—nothing compared to me!"

The crowd roared with laughter, some jeering at the struggling student, while others applauded Class A's clear dominance.

Back on the sidelines, Liana paid no attention to the arena or the crowd. Her focus remained solely on Javier, her fingers gently running through his hair as he rested on her lap. Her calm demeanor never wavered, as if the chaos around them didn't exist.

The last remaining Class F student gritted their teeth, narrowly dodging another wave of spells. The strain was clear on their face, but they refused to give up just yet. Raising their staff, they began chanting a long spell, their voice shaking but determined.

"Oh, great earth, heed my call! Gather your strength and strike down my foe with your mighty fist!"

Mana surged around them, the ground trembling slightly as a massive earthen fist began to rise.

"Hahahaha!" The Class A student laughed mockingly, his voice full of arrogance. "Too slow, Class Failure!"

He began his own chant, his movements fluid and confident. "Piercing shards of frost, rain down upon my enemies! Ice Bullet!"

A flurry of sharp, glowing ice bullets shot forward, slicing through the air with deadly precision. Before the Class F student could finish their spell, the ice bullets struck, sending them sprawling onto the ground with a cry of pain. The unfinished earth spell fizzled out, crumbling uselessly as the student lay motionless.

The referee stepped forward, raising his hand. "Class F's representative is unable to continue! The victory goes to Class A!"

The stadium erupted into cheers for Class A, the triumphant student raising their arms to soak in the applause. Meanwhile, the Class F instructor slumped in despair, his shoulders sagging as he muttered under his breath. "No... no... not again..."

He stared at the arena, disappointment etched deeply into his face. "That was our last hope," he whispered, his voice heavy with resignation.

He glanced once more at Javier, still peacefully asleep in Liana's lap, and let out a frustrated sigh. "What's the use? He doesn't care... there's no way he'll do anything."

( End of Chapter )