Reborn As Noble - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Deception on the Battlefield ( 233 )

Javier, still grinning, casually turned to Erinette.

“Erinette?”

She kept her blades ready but glanced at him. “Hmm?”

Javier tilted his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Those dark wyverns… can their meat be eaten?”

Liana and Gloria blinked in surprise, while Blakor and his remaining men stared in disbelief. Even the hulking brute gripping the cursed sword froze, confusion washing over his face.

Erinette raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask, Young Master?”

Javier shrugged, maintaining his grin. “Nothing… just wondering.”

Then—

He casually glanced toward the battlefield, where all twenty dark wyverns now lay motionless. Their massive, lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground, some still twitching slightly, flesh pierced through with giant magic spikes—

Spikes that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

Blakor’s eyes widened in horror. “W-What the hell?!”

Javier’s smirk deepened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh~ that?”

He lifted his foot slightly, tapping it against the dirt.

Thud.

“Just a little something I activated when I stomped the ground.”

Blakor’s breath hitched, realization dawning on him.

Javier’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You were so focused on my knights… you didn’t notice, huh?”

His grin widened even further. “Ehehehehe.”

The battlefield fell into a heavy silence, the gravity of the moment settling in.

Except for the sound of Gloria giggling behind her hand, a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

Erinette sighed, sheathing her swords with a resigned expression. “Young Master… if you wanted wyvern meat, you could’ve just asked.”

Javier laughed, the sound bright and carefree. “But this was way more fun!”

Blakor staggered back, his mind racing. For the first time, genuine fear gripped him. This wasn’t just a brat with strong bodyguards; this was a monster in human form.

Suddenly, Javier gasped, his body trembling again, eyes watering as he clutched his face, shaking uncontrollably.

“M-Mama! MAMAAAA!” he wailed loudly, stumbling forward. “I’m scaaaaared!!”

Blakor and his remaining men, still reeling from the wyvern massacre, flinched at the sudden shift in tone.

One of the assassins blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Another scratched his head, bewildered. “W-Wait… isn’t this kid…?”

Javier slowly turned to face them, his teary, panicked expression melting away. In its place, a wide, gleeful grin spread across his face.

Blakor’s breath hitched, unease creeping into his chest.

Javier tilted his head innocently, then suddenly brightened up, pretending to be a complete fool. “Uh… uh… 1 plus 1 is… three?”

Silence enveloped the battlefield.

Blakor and his men stared in disbelief, processing the absurdity of the moment.

One of the assassins rubbed his temples in frustration. “W-What the hell is wrong with this kid?!”

Another gritted his teeth, exasperated. “I-I can’t tell if he’s a monster or just an idiot!”

The huge brute gripping the cursed sword trembled, veins bulging as anger and confusion warred within him. “T-This damn kid…!!”

Javier just kept smiling, his eyes twinkling with amusement, a predator reveling in the chaos he created.

At that moment, Blakor realized something chilling. This wasn’t a kid pretending to be smart. This was a genius pretending to be stupid.

And that—

Was far more terrifying.

Blakor gritted his teeth, his hands shaking with frustration.

His men, already paralyzed by fear, waited for a command—any command.

Then, it hit him.

This damn kid.

He wasn’t just strong; he knew how to act. He toyed with them.

Blakor’s face twisted in fury. “Damn it! EVERYONE, RETREAT!!!”

The remaining assassins didn’t hesitate. They turned and bolted, scrambling over the lifeless bodies of their comrades, vanishing into the shadows.

But before Blakor could escape—

Javier grinned wider, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

“Eh? Leaving so soon?”

He tilted his head, his voice laced with playful disappointment. “I thought you were going to have dessert with me.”

A chill crawled down Blakor’s spine. He didn’t dare turn back; he just ran—faster than he had ever run in his life.

For the first time, he truly understood fear.

Behind him, Javier simply watched them disappear, his grin widening with malicious delight.

Then—

His hand slipped into his magic storage, retrieving one of his finest creations.

A masterpiece born from the fusion of his past-life knowledge and current magic: the Magic Artillery.

It was a weapon unlike anything in this world—sleek, powerful, and devastating.

Javier twirled it in his hands, a manic glint dancing in his eyes.

With a smooth motion, he pulled out a highly condensed mana crystal bullet and loaded it into the artillery. A soft click echoed through the battlefield, slicing through the tension.

Then—

He casually aimed it toward the retreating enemies.

Blakor, sensing something was off, glanced back. His eyes widened in horror. “Fuckkkkk—!”

Javier’s grin stretched ear to ear as he waved playfully. “See ya, scary guy!”

BOOM!!!

A thunderous explosion tore through the ground, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. A massive blast of pure mana energy erupted, engulfing the escaping assassins in a brilliant, blinding inferno.

The earth trembled beneath the force, and the sky crackled with raw magic.

Where Blakor and his men had been moments ago—now lay only scorched earth.

Javier exhaled, lowering the artillery with a satisfied sigh.

Turning back to Liana and Gloria, he wore a smug look. “Okay~ Now we can go home.”

As the smoke cleared and the ground trembled from the impact, Erinette stood motionless, her eyes locked onto Javier.

For the first time—

She was genuinely shocked.

She had always known Javier was special—talented, unpredictable, cunning.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

This wasn’t just raw talent or arrogance; this was true control.

Javier knew his limits. He understood the restrictions of his young body. Yet instead of being reckless, he thought ahead. He planned. He adapted.

And that’s what made him dangerous.

A slow smirk crept onto Erinette’s lips.

This… this is something I’ll need to report to Lord Garius.

She could already picture it: Garius sitting in his study, reading her report with a pleased grin, perhaps even a hint of nostalgia.

Because looking at Javier now—she saw it.

The same cunning. The same foresight. The same survivor’s instinct that Garius had when he was just a child escaping assassination.

Erinette smiled to herself as she watched Javier casually store away his Magic Artillery.

He wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t fighting with emotion.

He knew.

He understood his limits.

Even if he went all out—even if he pushed his magic enhancement to the maximum—he might be on par with or even stronger than Blakor.

But his body wouldn’t keep up; his magic had a cap.

And yet—

Instead of relying purely on power, he outplayed them completely.

Javier didn’t fight to overpower; he fought to win.

Erinette’s smirk widened.

This is something only a true Armand would do.

Erinette chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

Like father, like son.

As Erinette watched Javier, she couldn’t help but be reminded of another boy—one who had once been her Young Master.

Her mind drifted back to that fateful night, back when Lord Garius was still just a child.

She could still hear it—the screams, the clash of steel, the flames consuming the manor.

And amidst it all—a young Garius, trembling, tears streaming down his face. His family had been slaughtered before his very eyes.

His mother’s final act had not been to cry or run—but to prioritize his safety. Her last order had been clear:

“Take him and run. No matter what happens—keep him alive.”

Away from the carnage. Away from his home.

That night, Garius lost everything.

It was Erinette, Alf, Hesbeirn, and Rasdingen who dragged him away to safety.

From that moment on, Garius was never the same.

He became calculating, cunning, cold. He planned ahead, learned from every mistake, and never let emotions cloud his judgment again.

And the result? He won back his family’s territory. He never lost again.

Erinette’s gaze softened slightly.

Javier…

That boy was different from Garius in many ways. But in this moment, she saw it—the same instinct, the same brilliance.

Just like before, she knew.

This boy would not just survive; he would conquer.

Erinette’s eyes flickered as she gazed at Javier.

So young. So mischievous. Yet so dangerous.

Not because of his strength, but because— like his father —he already knew how to survive.

Her smirk returned.

Lord Garius… you will be pleased to know your youngest son is so much like you. He cares for his people, plans everything ahead, learning from every mistake. Just as you orchestrated your own path, paving the way for him, Javier is poised to follow, shaping the world as it should be.

( End of Chapter )