Reborn As Noble - Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 )
Klimbert sat comfortably in his private chamber, swirling a glass of wine as he looked out the window.

Unlike the other noble houses that had backed the Coalition Army, his territory had barely suffered.

After all—

He had only sent mercenaries.

Not his own troops.

The fools who wagered their entire forces were now left broken, while he still had an army ready to move.

A knock came at the door.

“Enter.”

A familiar figure stepped inside—Anem, his trusted aide, carrying a stack of documents.

“My lord.”

Klimbert turned, taking another sip of wine. “Yes?”

Anem approached the desk and bowed slightly, placing the reports in front of him.

“Here is the information you requested.”

Klimbert’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh! Bring it here.”

He snatched the documents eagerly, flipping through them. His sharp eyes darted across the pages, absorbing the details.

For a while, he remained silent.

Then, he leaned back, tapping the papers against the desk.

“So, Anem?” His voice carried a dangerous edge.

“Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s lips curled into a smirk.

“This ‘thing’… it’s just lying there? Protected by ‘that man’?”

Anem nodded.

“Yes, my lord.”

Klimbert’s fingers tightened around the papers.

His excitement grew.

He knew an opportunity when he saw one.

Klimbert’s fingers tightened around the reports, his eyes scanning every detail.

Then, suddenly—

“I couldn’t believe it!”

He slammed the papers onto the table, his excitement turning into pure disbelief.

“So it’s been there for so long?”

Anem nodded. “Yes, my lord. But…”

Klimbert paused. There was something off in Anem’s tone.

“But?”

Anem exhaled slowly.

“We already sent a group of assassins to check it. Yet—”

He hesitated.

Then, his next words came with a weight that made Klimbert’s chest tighten.

“All were lost.”

Silence.

Klimbert’s smirk disappeared.

Anem continued. “The one who guards it… and his team… are stronger. Much stronger.”

Klimbert drummed his fingers on the desk. That was unexpected.

Then—

“Hmm…”

He leaned back, deep in thought.

But before he could fully process it—

Anem spoke again.

“And, my lord?”

Klimbert looked up. “Yes, Anem?”

Anem’s expression turned serious.

“According to our intelligence unit… someone ‘mysterious’ has recently met with Duke Ibzles.”

Klimbert’s eyes narrowed. “Hmmm…”

But Anem wasn’t finished.

“And…” he continued. “According to our intelligence units across the kingdom… several other mysterious men have already met with nobles of high rank.”

Klimbert’s breath stilled.

Then—

“Oh!”

A wide grin spread across his face.

Something was happening.

Something big.

And he had just stumbled upon it.

Klimbert leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.

Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. “So, Anem… do you think I have a chance to get this?”

Anem nodded without hesitation. “Yes, my lord. If you desire it, we can plan carefully. Our intelligence unit will ensure we gather every piece of information needed.”

Klimbert’s lips curled into a dark smile.

A quiet, amused laugh escaped him.

After all… his intelligence network was second only to Armand’s.

Which meant—

Every other noble’s intelligence unit was nothing but a joke.

“Fools,” he muttered, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

They were all so blind.

So predictable.

And soon…

They would learn just how dangerous Klimbert could be.

Klimbert let out a low chuckle, his dark smile never fading. “Hmph… I don’t care if this ‘mysterious person’ doesn’t come to meet me.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “They can play their little games with the others.”

Anem nodded, his expression calm and composed. “Yes, my lord. You don’t need to deal with any of them.”

Then, he stepped closer. “If you wish, we can move forward with our own plan. And when the time is right… you will claim it for yourself.”

Klimbert’s smirk widened.

“That’s why, my trusted butler—Anem.”

Anem straightened immediately.

“Ensure this plan goes smoothly.”

The room fell into a tense silence.

Then—

Klimbert’s voice lowered, carrying a dangerous promise. “If this ‘thing’ truly benefits me… I will ensure you gain anything you need.”

Anem bowed. “I will not fail you, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.

Everything was falling into place.

And soon—

He would rise above them all.

Klimbert tapped his fingers on the desk, his excitement barely contained.

He couldn’t wait to get more information about this “thing.”

What was it, exactly?

How could it grant him power?

And more importantly—

What kind of power would he receive?

His lips curled into a hungry grin.

“Anem.”

The butler stepped forward immediately. “Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s golden eyes gleamed. “Tell all our intelligence units—gather intel on this ‘thing’ immediately. I don’t want anyone else getting to it before me.”

Anem bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord.”

“And…” Klimbert’s tone darkened. “Make sure our units retrieve every possible detail about ‘him’—the one who guards it. His team. That place.”

His fingers tightened into a fist. “The assassins you sent failed because they were too reckless.”

Anem remained calm. “Yes, my lord. It was merely a test to see their reaction.”

Then, he smiled slightly. “Besides… it wasn’t our assassins.”

Klimbert chuckled.

“Hired ones, hmm?”

Anem nodded. “Expendable, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back, satisfied. “Good.”

Now—

He just had to wait.

And once the pieces were in place—

That power would be his.

Klimbert’s grin didn’t fade.

His fingers drummed against the desk, his thoughts racing.

He had the information gathering in motion. But now…

It was time to prepare for the next step.

“And Anem?”

The butler, who had just turned to leave, paused.

“Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s smirk deepened.

“Call General Mushka.”

Anem’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

He gave a slight bow. “Yes, my lord.”

Then, without hesitation, he turned and left.

Klimbert leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.

This was no longer just about gathering information.

This was about taking action.

And General Mushka…

Would be the first piece he moved on the board.

Klimbert clenched his fists, his golden eyes burning with pure ambition.

His voice dropped to a low, venomous whisper.

“Once I obtain that power…”

His grip on the chair tightened.

“I will rise above everyone.”

His breath was heavy, his smirk stretching into something almost manic.

“And I will ensure…”

His fingers dug into the wood.

“Everyone will bow before me.”

His voice was now filled with raw hatred.

“Those arrogant, self-righteous, high-rank nobles…”

His teeth clenched.

“Those fools who dare look down on me… who think they are greater than me…”

His breath came out in a slow chuckle.

“They will learn.”

His eyes gleamed with dangerous delight.

“I will make them kneel.”

He could already see it.

Their fear. Their desperation. Their downfall.

And soon—

It would all be reality.

( End of Chapter )