Reborn As Noble - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Voices of the People ( 248 )

Liana sighed as she guided Pikko alongside Javier’s Buddy and Gloria’s newly acquired Peanuts. “Young Master, we’ve already gone pretty far. This is the road to the border wall.”

Javier grinned, completely unbothered. “Hmm? Yeah, there’s a good shop around that area. And besides, I want to enjoy the sightseeing.”

Liana shot him a sharp look. “Young Master, just because ‘this girl’ just got her own Pekko doesn’t mean we should stray too far from the estate.”

Gloria let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over her chest. “My, my, Liana, such an attitude~”

Liana narrowed her eyes. “You’re just making this difficult.”

Gloria chuckled, leaning slightly toward Liana. “Chill, Liana! Young master just want to explore our beautiful region. Besides, isn’t it a good thing? He’s learning, right?”

Javier nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I’m learning! Exploring is part of my education, right?”

Liana arched an eyebrow, her tone suddenly teasing. “Yes, yes, Young Master. I know you want to learn about the region because you plan to take over Lord Garius’ position once you become an adult, right?”

Javier visibly recoiled, making a disgusted face. “NO WAY! Who wants to be busy with paperwork and responsibilities?! A life with no fun and no freedom?! No way!!”

Liana giggled softly, shaking her head. Gloria smirked. “Ara~ But Young Master, if you don’t want it, then who will?”

Javier crossed his arms stubbornly. “Someone else! Not me! Let Marcellus or Cedric handle it. I’ll just keep my Pekkos, hunt monsters, and live my best life! Ehehehehe!”

Liana sighed again, but a small smile played on her lips. “Haa… As expected.”

As they rode into the town near the border, the streets buzzed with life—vendors calling out their wares, children darting between market stalls, and workers unloading carts filled with goods. Javier’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he spotted a familiar stall.

“Hehehe… time for some food!” He leaned forward, patting Buddy’s neck. “Buddy! There’s a meat shop over there! Let’s ask the owner to grill some meat for us!”

“Cuquawked!” Buddy squawked excitedly and dashed toward the stall, nearly startling a few passing merchants. Liana sighed, already expecting the usual scene. “Young Master… at least try not to cause too much commotion.”

Gloria chuckled as she followed behind, guiding Peanuts toward a shaded area. “Ara~ At this point, wouldn’t it be strange if he didn’t cause a commotion?”

Javier jumped off Buddy in one swift motion, landing directly in front of the stall. With a wide grin, he pulled out a handful of silver coins and slammed them onto the wooden counter. “Aunty! Give me grilled meat that’s worth this!”

The vendor, a middle-aged woman with strong arms and a kind smile, turned toward him. She recognized the confident, mischievous boy immediately; after all, who in the region didn’t know the youngest son of Count Garius?

With a hearty laugh, she picked up the coins. “Coming right up, Young Master! Give me a few minutes!”

Javier rubbed his hands together, grinning. “Ehehehe! Smells good already!”

Javier munched happily on his grilled meat, savoring the juicy flavors while Buddy devoured his portion like a starving beast.

“Cuquawk! Cuquawk!” Buddy happily gobbled up another serving, his beak moving nonstop.

Pikko and Peanuts, on the other hand, ate gracefully, nibbling at their portions with more control—though Peanuts occasionally let out a pleased chirp.

Javier leaned back, patting his stomach in satisfaction. “Ahhh… This is life. No school, no paperwork, just meat and my Pekkos!”

But then—

A loud commotion erupted near the border gate. Javier tilted his head, chewing slower as his sharp ears picked up the argument.

“Why can’t we enter?! We are honorable priests from the Saint of Three Gods! And we are traveling with our Saint!”

A gruff voice from the guards responded immediately. “No can do! Our lord already declared it—no lunatics allowed inside Armand Region!”

The priests gasped in outrage. “How dare you! Do you know who we are?! Marquis Billoton is our patron!”

Javier raised an eyebrow. “Marquis Billoton…? Hmm, never heard of him. Must be one of those annoying nobles.”

Meanwhile, the Armand border guard smirked, completely unfazed. “So? Our lord is Count Garius. This region is an Autonomy Region. We don’t care if a marquis himself shows up—if our lord says NO, then it means NO!”

Javier grinned at the guard’s response, already amused. Liana noticed his expression and sighed. “Young Master, don’t get any ideas.”

Javier leaned forward, his eyes glinting as he casually chewed on his grilled meat, keenly observing the situation unfolding at the main gate.

At the gate, the priests’ expressions twisted in anger as they tried to argue their way in. “By refusing us entry, you are violating our divine right to spread the will of the Three Gods! This is oppression! A denial of religious freedom!”

The Armand border guard didn’t even flinch. “And? Our lord gave the order. We don’t care about your ‘divine right.’ You’re not stepping a foot inside Armand Region.”

The priests sputtered in outrage, their robes fluttering as they gestured dramatically. “You cannot do this! We travel with our Saint! This is blasphemy against the Three Gods!”

The citizens of Armand, who had been watching the commotion from the marketplace, began murmuring among themselves, and the mood quickly turned hostile.

Then—

“Oi! If you pass this gate, we’ll kill you!” a burly fisherman shouted, gripping his harpoon tightly. His words were met with a chorus of agreement from the crowd.

“Yeah! We don’t want you lunatics in our region!”

“We’ve heard enough about you bastards—brainwashing people, burning villages! You’re nothing but trouble!”

More and more people joined in, their voices rising in anger. Javier smirked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Seems like nobody wants them here. Guess that answers everything.”

Liana glanced at him, her eyes watching his expression carefully. “Young Master… You really don’t plan on stepping in?”

Javier grinned. “Let’s just wait. The people are already handling it.”

The crowd’s anger only grew as the so-called priests continued their demands.

A woman stepped forward, her voice filled with fury. “We have our own beliefs here! We have real freedom! Unlike you bastards who extort the poor, forcing them to pay tithes just to survive!”

Another man raised his fist. “Yeah! Your ‘faith’ is nothing but a scam! You burn villages, kill those who don’t follow you, and call it ‘divine will’! Get the hell out of here!”

The crowd roared in agreement.

“Go shove your beliefs somewhere else! We don’t want them here!”

“No lunatics!”

“No lunatics!”

The chants grew louder as the people of Armand stood united, their voices filled with rage.

Then—

A rock flew through the air, striking one of the priests in the shoulder. The priest yelped in pain, staggering back.

But that was just the beginning.

“Get out!” The people began throwing whatever they could find—stones, rotten fruits, even clumps of dirt. The priests and their so-called saint were pelted mercilessly.

Javier, still watching from a distance, smirked as he took another bite of his grilled meat.

Liana sighed, shaking her head. “Young Master, they might actually beat them to death at this rate.”

He stepped forward, his polished noble attire making it clear who he was. The emblem of the Armand family gleamed in the sunlight, instantly silencing much of the chaos.

His eyes lazily scanned the scene before he spoke, his tone calm but absolute. “What’s the commotion here?”

One of the border guards immediately straightened and saluted. “Ah! Young Master! These so-called priests are demanding entry into our region.”

Javier tilted his head slightly, unimpressed. “Hmm? If Father said no, then it means no. If they still insist…” He gestured lazily toward the priests. “Just grab them and throw them outside.”

The priests fumed in outrage; their faces red with anger. One of them stepped forward, his voice seething. “How dare a mere child like you speak to us this way?! Do you know who we are?!”

Javier yawned exaggeratedly, covering his mouth. “Mmm? So? What’s the problem? Go cry to your marquis or whatever. They can file an official complaint later.”

Then, he turned toward the border guards, his tone shifting from playful to deadly serious. “This is solely my command and responsibility. If they still insist on entering…” His gaze sharpened, his next words cutting through the air like a blade. “KILL THEM.”

The Armand citizens erupted into cheers. “YEAH!!! KILL THOSE LUNATICS!”

The priests paled, their arrogance instantly replaced with fear.

( End of Chapter )