Reborn As Noble

As soon as they arrived at the estate, the Pekkos bolted.

"Cuquawked!!"

Buddy, Pikko, and Peanuts rushed off, running carefree across the estate grounds back to their Pekko pen.

Javier sighed but didn't stop them. He turned his attention back to Zania.

With a wave of his hand, the thick vine binding her entire body unraveled and disappeared into the ground. But before Zania could move, another spell activated. A new binding wrapped around her wrists, locking her hands together.

She gritted her teeth.

(Damn this man! Damn his magic! Damn everything!!)

And then—something tightened around her neck. Her eyes widened. She whipped her head around—only to see Liana holding a rope.

No—not a rope. A leash. Zania's breath hitched, and her body stiffened in pure rage.

DID THIS ELF JUST PUT A LEASH ON ME?!

She gritted her teeth, refusing to speak. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction, but her entire body burned with humiliation.

Liana smiled sweetly, admiring her work.

"Umm… Liana?"

Liana turned toward him, her expression completely innocent.

"Yes, Young Master~?"

Javier rubbed his temple. "What… with the leash?"

Liana tilted her head, blinking as if she didn't understand the question. Then her smile sharpened.

"Ah, this?" She held up the leash slightly, giving it a small tug.

Her voice was calm and sweet. "This is a magic leash."

She gently patted Zania's head, as if explaining something to a child.

"This is for this bitch. She deserves it."

Javier let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Haaa… Just don't do anything crazy like before."

His eyelids twitched slightly as he remembered the chili incident.

He shook his head. "At least keep her alive until I give her to Father."

Liana pouted slightly, clearly unhappy. She didn't want this, but her Young Master had spoken, and she had to obey. Her grip on the leash tightened.

"Fine…" Her voice dripped with reluctance.

Then Javier's expression softened slightly.

"Oh, by the way, Liana, Gloria?"

Both women turned their heads slightly.

"Yes, Young Master?"

Javier rubbed the back of his neck.

"Can you bring her to the second main hall?"

Liana's brow twitched. Gloria adjusted her glasses, intrigued.

"And?" Liana asked cautiously.

"And wait outside."

Liana narrowed her eyes. "Wait… outside?"

"Yes. Don't bring her in until I call."

Liana's grip on the leash tightened again. She didn't like this. She didn't trust it.

"Hmmm? Why, Young Master?"

Javier exhaled slowly. "Please?"

Liana and Gloria exchanged glances. Liana finally huffed.

"Fine."

Her voice was cold and unhappy. She tugged the leash slightly, making Zania stumble forward.

"We'll wait outside the main door with this bitch."

Zania's teeth clenched, her pride shattered further. As she was dragged away, she swore—she would never forget this humiliation.

Javier strode into the second main hall, his mind buzzing with excitement. As soon as he stepped inside, he locked all the doors. A grin stretched across his face—a very dangerous, very mischievous grin.

"Alright… let's have some fun."

He snapped his fingers.

"Summoned, Puppet Knights!"

In an instant, 50 mithril-clad Puppet Knights materialized, standing in perfect formation.

Javier scanned the room, assessing every detail until he spotted it—a perfect space for a throne.

He reached into his magic storage, and take out a golden throne , pure and polished gold, a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

He adjusted it carefully, ensuring it was positioned just right, before stepping back to nod in satisfaction.

But that wasn't all. He grinned wider.

"Alright, you guys." He pointed at his Puppet Knights. "Decorate the second main hall. Make it look like… an audience chamber fit for a king."

The knights silently obeyed, moving with perfect coordination. Banners were hung, luxurious carpets were rolled out, and ornate candle holders were placed.

Javier stepped back, arms crossed, grinning ear to ear as he admired his work.

The second main hall was completely transformed. The majestic golden throne sat at the very center, perfectly positioned.

The walls were adorned with banners, each one embroidered with the Armand family crest, and luxurious red carpets lined the floor, stretching from the throne to the entrance, creating a true royal atmosphere. The Puppet Knights stood in formation, their mithril armor gleaming like the personal royal guard of a king.

Javier nodded in satisfaction.

Perfect. Just perfect.

He chuckled to himself, "Hehe~ I can't wait to see Father's face."

He grinned slyly. "Alright… time to call Father."

Javier pushed open the main door, peeking outside. There, he saw Liana and Gloria sitting casually. But what caught his attention was that amazarak girl—sandwiched tightly between the two women, ensuring she had no chance to escape.

Javier swallowed a chuckle. "Umm… Gloria?"

Gloria tilted her head slightly. "Yes, Young Master?"

Javier rubbed his chin.

"Could you call Father here? Tell him there's something important—very important."

Gloria raised an eyebrow, while Liana squinted suspiciously.

"Hmm? Why here?"

Javier smiled innocently.

"Just call him here, please? It's very, very important."

Gloria narrowed her eyes.

"And if Lord Garius doesn't want to come?"

Javier grinned.

"Just tell him… this is very, very important."

Gloria sighed. "Haa… fine. I'll try, Young Master."

She adjusted her glasses, already sensing this was some nonsense.

Javier cleared his throat. "Oh, by the way, Gloria?"

She stopped.

"Hmm? What now?"

Javier smirked.

"Don't bring him through the main door. Use the door at the back."

Gloria's eyebrow twitched. "…Why?"

Javier clasped his hands together.

"Pleeease? Just guide them to the back door?"

Gloria stared at him before sighing again, long and deep.

Gloria walked gracefully through the manor, her heels clicking softly against the polished floors. As she moved, she spotted a few household maids working diligently.

She approached one of them, her voice calm and composed. "Is our Lord home?"

The maid paused and lifted her head slightly.

"Yes, Miss Gloria. If I'm not mistaken, he's in his private room."

Gloria nodded.

"With Mr. Alf and Mrs. Erinnette?"

The maid smiled. "Yes, Miss Gloria."

Gloria exhaled softly.

(As expected. Lord Garius is never without his shadows.)

She adjusted her glasses and gave the maid a small nod.

"Thank you. Keep up the good work."

The maid bowed politely.

"I will, Miss Gloria."

Gloria continued toward Garius's private room, her mind already preparing for whatever nonsense Javier was planning.

Arriving at the front door of Lord Garius's private room, she noticed—just as she anticipated—more than five Elite Guard units stationed outside. One of them greet her.

"Ah, Miss Gloria."

"Is Lord Garius inside?"

The guard confirmed without hesitation.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Without further delay, she reached the door and knocked. From inside, a familiar, calm yet authoritative voice called out.

"Come inside."

Gloria opened the door and stepped in gracefully.

Inside, she saw Lord Garius sitting at his large wooden desk, surrounded by neatly stacked paperwork. As always, he was focused, calculating, serious. Standing beside him were Alf and Erinnette, both silent and attentive as Garius continued working.

Gloria bowed politely—first toward Lord Garius, then toward Mr. Alf and Mrs. Erinnette. Garius finally lifted his gaze to acknowledge her presence.

"Oh, Gloria… What do you need?"

His voice was calm but slightly curious. Gloria straightened herself.

( End of Chapter )