Reborn As Noble

"Young Master."

Javier glanced to the side.

Liana's calm eyes studied him, suspicion hidden beneath her polite tone.

"Hmm?"

Gloria, standing beside her, adjusted her glasses.

She narrowed her eyes.

"You're not planning to make her your girl too, right?"

Javier almost choked.

"No way!"

His denial was instant.

Liana stared.

Gloria stared harder.

A long silence followed.

Then—Liana crossed her arms.

"…Then why are you taking her?"

Javier blinked.

"…Errrr…"

Gloria tilted her head slightly, adjusting her glasses again.

"Why not just finish her?"

Another silence.

Javier scratched his cheek, looking away.

"…Well…"

A pause.

"…If I wanted to, I could."

He grinned.

Then he stretched his arms lazily before adding—

"But I think Father would want to know something."

Liana sighed.

Gloria rubbed her temples.

Javier grinned as he turned toward his trusty mount.

"Buddy!"

"Cuquawked!"

His big, smug Pekko strutted over, head held high.

Javier patted his beak.

"My boy!"

But then—

Buddy's sharp eyes landed on the Amazarak girl, still wrapped tightly in Javier's magic vines.

He tilted his head.

"Cuquawked?" (What's this?)

Javier snorted.

"Oh? This girl? You carry her."

Buddy froze.

His feathers ruffled.

His expression flat.

"Cuquawked!" (No way!)

Javier's face fell.

"Ehhh!? Buddy!!!"

Buddy turned his head away dramatically.

His stance firm and unyielding.

Liana and Gloria covered their mouths, hiding their chuckles.

Javier groaned.

"Come on! Just this once?"

Buddy stomped his foot.

"Cuquawked!" (Not happening!)

Javier sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples.

Then—his eyes gleamed.

"Pikko?"

Pikko didn't react.

"Peanuts?"

Both Pekko turned their heads away, pretending not to hear him at all.

Javier's eye twitched.

(Oh, so they're doing this now, huh?)

Liana covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.

Gloria adjusted her glasses, smirking.

Meanwhile—

Javier threw his hands in the air.

"Damn it! This is all your fault, bitch!"

The Amazarak girl, still bound, barely twitched.

She had been beaten, impaled, humiliated—and now, apparently, blamed for a Pekko rebellion.

Buddy and Pikko were still refusing to carry her.

And Javier was starting to regret everything.

Javier clasped his hands together, lowering his voice to a pleading tone.

"Buddy! Pleaseee!"

Buddy turned away.

"Cuquawked!" (No!)

Javier's eye twitched.

This darn bird.

He exhaled slowly, then—

His smirk returned.

"Haa… fine."

Javier crossed his arms, his voice casual.

"Maybe I should tell Giddie that you refused to help me bring this proof to Father…"

Buddy froze.

Javier grinned.

"…I'm sure Giddie will understand."

A heavy silence followed.

Buddy slowly turned his head back toward him, eyes filled with pure terror.

"Cuquawked—" (Wait—!)

Javier raised an eyebrow.

Buddy stared.

Without a sound, he lowered himself slightly, accepting defeat.

Javier patted his beak.

"Good boy."

Liana sighed. Gloria shook her head.

And Buddy? He accepted his fate.

Because for the Pekko—

Giddie's judgment was absolute.

Javier grinned, stretching his arms.

"Alright! Help me tie this girl on my back."

Liana and Gloria exchanged glances, then—without a word, they got to work.

The Amazarak girl, still wrapped in magic vines, was lifted like a sack of grain.

Gloria pulled the ropes tight.

Liana secured the knots expertly.

And in the process—

They both pinched her hard.

"Amazarak warriors are tough, right? This shouldn't bother you."

Pinch.

The girl twitched.

Liana smiled politely.

"Oh, my hand slipped~."

Pinch.

Javier snickered, feeling the slight movements on his back.

"Hah! You girls are enjoying this too much."

Liana tilted her head innocently.

"I have no idea what you mean, Young Master."

Gloria nodded.

"Absolutely. Just securing the prisoner properly."

Pinch.

The girl remained silent, gritting her teeth.

As they rode back, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the fields.

Javier casually hummed, with Buddy strutting along smugly, carrying the Amazarak girl tied to his back like luggage.

Gloria nudged Peanut closer to Pikko.

She leaned toward Liana and whispered—

"I want to punch that girl."

Liana's eyes didn't even flicker.

"No. I want to kick her."

Gloria smirked slightly.

"Maybe hammer her with my war hammer."

Liana raised an eyebrow.

"Or let her run while I shoot her down with my magic bow."

Gloria adjusted her glasses.

Liana straightened her posture.

Both returned to their usual composed selves, as if they hadn't just plotted multiple ways to beat the girl senseless.

Javier?

Completely unaware.

Still humming.

The Amazarak girl was still bound tightly to Javier's back.

Her body ached.

Her pride? Shattered.

And her situation? Beyond humiliating.

But then—

She felt it.

A chill.

Slowly, she turned her head.

And then—

She locked eyes with them.

Liana.

Gloria.

Both were riding casually, sitting perfectly straight.

Their expressions? Calm and composed.

But their eyes?

Pure. Murderous. Intent.

Cold. Piercing. Unforgiving.

Like hunters watching prey that had already been caught—but not yet finished.

Liana's eyes held no warmth.

Gloria's eyes glowed behind her glasses.

The Amazarak girl swallowed hard.

A terrifying thought crept into her mind.

Because at that moment—

She knew.

She had earned the absolute hatred of these two women.

As they rode through the fields, Liana finally broke the silence.

Her calm voice carried an unmistakable edge.

"Young Master. Are you sure you want to bring this bitch to the estate?"

Javier, still humming happily, blinked.

"Hmm? Yeah."

Liana and Gloria stiffened.

"WHY!!?"

Both women glared at him, their voices overlapping.

Javier tilted his head.

"Huh? I'm going to give her to my father. Maybe we can get some information from her."

Liana scoffed.

Gloria adjusted her glasses, pushing them up with a dangerous glint in her amber eyes.

Without hesitation, Liana declared—

"No, Young Master. We both don't think she will talk."

Gloria nodded firmly.

"Better finish her here."

A heavy pause followed.

Then—

Javier's eye twitched.

"Ehhhh?! No, no, no!"

He waved his hands frantically.

"We don't just kill tied-up people! That's just murder!"

Liana and Gloria narrowed their eyes.

Then—

Gloria smirked slightly.

"Then untie her first. Then we finish her."

Liana nodded immediately.

"Agreed."

Javier choked.

Both women just stared at him.

Javier gulped.

Because right now—

The most dangerous ones weren't the Amazarak.

It was his own future wives.

Javier felt a chill.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

His eyes flickered between Liana and Gloria.

Both were smiling.

Liana's gentle, graceful smile.

Gloria's soft, refined, ladylike smile.

And yet—

Javier knew.

That was not calm.

That was pure danger.

"Err… Both of you… Calm down?"

Liana smiled brighter.

"We are calm, Young Master."

Gloria tilted her head slightly, adjusting her glasses elegantly.

"Completely calm."

Javier swallowed.

He didn't believe that for a second.

Meanwhile—

Both women, still riding their Pekko, turned their gazes toward the Amazarak girl.

Still bound.

Still weak.

Still tied up like a sack of potatoes.

Then—

Liana hummed thoughtfully.

"This girl is tiny… She looks like a teenager."

Gloria nodded, pretending to analyze carefully.

"Mmm, but Amazarak age differently. I'm sure she's around… twenty-five?"

Liana smiled innocently.

"Yes… maybe she's Young Master's type?"

Javier's eyes widened.

"H-Hey now—"

Gloria's smile turned angelic.

"Well, true… she is 'beautiful.'"

Liana sighed dramatically.

"No wonder our Young Master wants to keep her."

Javier panicked.

"Oi! Oi! Don't make it sound like that!"

But Liana and Gloria just kept smiling.

"Young master, we both sure you will regret this."

( End Of Chapter )