Reborn As Noble - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 )
Meira held onto Cedric’s arm, casually strolling through town, enjoying the peaceful moment.

But then—

Her sharp eyes caught something.

A group of bulky men, their faces mostly hidden under cloaks.

But she noticed it—

The strange markings on their skin.

Not tattoos, but something else.

Amazarak warriors…?

Her ears twitched, her body tensed.

And before she could react—

One of them suddenly charged toward Cedric!

No weapons. No blades.

Just a fist crackling with magic.

“Master Cedric!” Meira shouted.

But—

Too late.

The bulky warrior’s fist slammed straight into Cedric’s body.

A direct hit.

The impact echoed through the street.

Dust kicked up around them.

The townspeople gasped in shock.

But then—

Silence.

And when the dust settled—

Everyone froze.

Because Cedric…

Was just standing there.

Completely unbothered.

The warrior’s fist was pressed against Cedric’s forearm.

But it hadn’t moved him an inch.

It was casually blocked.

As if the attack was nothing.

The Amazarak warrior’s face twisted in disbelief.

The other cloaked figures stiffened.

And Meira?

Her eyes gleamed.

“You dare attack my master?!”

Meira’s eyes burned with fury.

In a flash—

She launched herself at the Amazarak warrior who had struck Cedric.

The warrior barely had time to react before—

Meira’s fist smashed into his gut.

The bulky man gasped, eyes widening in shock.

But Meira wasn’t done.

She twisted her body, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick straight to his ribs.

CRACK!

The warrior staggered backward, his footing unstable.

Meira grinned, fangs showing.

“You think your fist is powerful?”

The other Amazarak warriors braced themselves.

But Meira just lowered her stance, tail flicking excitedly.

“Do you even know where the strength of us beastkin comes from?”

Her claws extended slightly.

Her muscles tensed.

And in a voice filled with confidence, she declared—

“CLOSE COMBAT!”

She vanished from sight.

And the next second—

BAM!

Meira’s fist connected with another Amazarak warrior, sending him tumbling back. Her tail lashed violently, her ears flat against her head in pure rage.

“I know that pattern on your body!”

The warriors stiffened, realizing—she had recognized them.

Meira bared her sharp fangs.

“How dare you lowly Amazarak lay your dirty hands on my MASTER!”

Her aura flared. Her entire focus was locked onto them. Nothing else mattered. Not the gasping townspeople. Not the other guards rushing to the scene. Not even—

“Umm… Meira.”

Cedric tried to call out to her.

But—she didn’t hear him.

Her eyes glowed with raw fury. Right now—

All she saw was the enemy.

And she was about to tear them apart.

Meira cracked her knuckles, her eyes glowing with pure rage.

She stared down the Amazarak warriors, who now hesitated under her piercing gaze.

“You think you lowly Amazarak warriors can stand against my master?”

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

“Do you think you are equal to him?”

She took a step forward, and the ground beneath her cracked slightly from the pressure of her aura.

Her tail lashed behind her, a clear sign of her rising aggression.

“You think you can lay your dirty hands on him?”

Her sharp claws extended, her beastkin instincts fully awakened.

Her voice lowered, deadly.

“Your kind—Amazarak—were never supposed to reach the human kingdom.”

She spat on the ground, disgusted.

“I don’t know how you passed through the Dwarven Kingdom, the Elven Kingdom, or the Beastkin Kingdom…”

Her claws flexed, ready to tear them apart.

“But I do know this—”

The Amazarak warriors tensed, gripping their fists, sensing the killing intent in her words.

“Amazarak people aren’t welcome in the Beastkin Kingdom.

They aren’t welcome in the Elven Kingdom.

And they sure as hell—aren’t welcome here.”

She took another step forward, her eyes burning with certainty.

“I don’t know how you bribed your way in… or who brought you here into the human kingdom.”

The warriors gritted their teeth, now realizing—they had been exposed.

But before they could react—

Meira smirked coldly.

“But one thing I know for sure.”

Her aura exploded.

The very air grew heavier.

The Amazarak warriors’ bodies trembled instinctively.

They weren’t standing before just a maid.

They were standing before a warrior of the Beastkin race.

And she had already marked them for death.

“You’re all going to die here.”

Cedric stood still, arms crossed, watching as Meira effortlessly tore through the Amazarak warriors.

She was faster. Stronger. Ruthless.

Every punch cracked bones.

Every kick sent a warrior flying.

She moved like a beast on the hunt, her sharp claws slicing through the amazarak warrior with deadly precision.

The Amazarak warriors tried to counter, using their famed close-combat techniques—

But they were too slow.

Too predictable.

Meira dodged, weaved, countered—breaking their formation like it was nothing.

The Paladin unit, stationed around the town, started to move in—

But before they could engage—

Cedric raised his hand.

A single signal.

Do not interfere.

The paladins hesitated but obeyed.

Instead—

They repositioned themselves, ensuring the Amazarak warriors couldn’t escape.

Their duty?

Protect the Armand citizens, the traders, and the visitors.

Among them—

Beastkin merchants. Sightseeing elves. Local human traders.

The entire town watched as Meira dominated the battlefield.

Cedric smirked, his eyes glinting in amusement.

“Heh… She’s really mad this time.”

The Amazarak warriors?

They realized their mistake too late.

They hadn’t picked a fight with just anyone.

They had angered a beastgirl.

And now—

They were paying the price.

Meanwhile, in Gaze City

Lithia was furious.

Her normally calm, reserved demeanor was gone.

In its place—

A storm of dark mana swirled around her, pulsing with lethal intent.

She stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by Amazarak women warriors, their bodies tense as they faced her.

Her eyes glowed with barely restrained rage.

“You touched my lover with your filthy hands?”

Her voice was cold, each word laced with deadly intent.

The Amazarak warriors gritted their teeth, preparing for combat.

But then—

Lithia’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

“You don’t know, do you?”

The air around her grew heavier.

The warriors felt it—their instincts screamed at them.

Something was wrong.

Then, in a voice filled with pure dominance, she declared—

“He’s mine.”

And in the next instant—

She attacked.

“Umm… Lithia?”

Marcellus watched as his normally calm and reserved dark elf lover mercilessly pummeled an Amazarak warrior into the ground.

“They didn’t touch me like that.”

Lithia ignored him completely. Her fist crashed into another Amazarak woman’s face, sending her flying backward. Without missing a beat, she turned and elbowed another warrior in the ribs.

CRACK!

Marcellus winced.

Ouch… that’s gonna hurt.

But Lithia wasn’t done. Her glowing eyes locked onto the remaining warriors. Her voice was low, seething with frustration.

“They touched my lover hand.”

She punched another warrior.

“I hate it!”

Another punch.

Marcellus just sighed, shaking his head.

She’s not listening to me at all, huh?

His mage unit stood nearby, wisely staying out of it. Some of them even looked sympathetic toward the Amazarak warriors.

Because at this point—Lithia wasn’t fighting for survival. She was fighting out of pure jealousy.

And the Amazarak? They had no idea what they just walked into.

( End of Chapter )