Reborn As Noble - Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 )
A powerful punch sent one of the Amazarak women warriors crashing into a fruit stand.

Lithia didn’t care. Her eyes burned with fury and jealousy.

“You—”

Another punch.

“Shouldn’t—”

A knee strike to the gut.

“Touch—”

A spinning kick to the ribs.

“MY—”

A straight jab to the face.

“MAN!!”

The last warrior flew backward, rolling across the street.

The entire marketplace fell silent.

The Amazarak warriors? Collapsed.

Marcellus? Staring.

His mage unit? Terrified.

The townspeople? Absolutely entertained.

Marcellus cleared his throat.

“Uh… Lithia?”

Lithia flipped her hair, crossing her arms.

“Hmph!”

She refused to look at him. “They deserved it.”

Marcellus chuckled, shaking his head.

Silence. The dust settled. The marketplace watched in awe.

And in the middle of it all—Lithia stood victorious.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the Amazarak warriors by their hair and began dragging them across the street. They groaned in pain, struggling, but none dared fight back.

Marcellus just stood there, watching as his elegant dark elf lover casually humiliated an entire group of warriors.

Her eyes glowed with rage. And with a voice cold as ice, she hissed—

“You dared to touch my man with your filthy hands?”

The warriors flinched.

The crowd? Completely invested. Even Marcellus’ mage unit was holding back laughter.

Lithia’s grip tightened.

“You all have ten seconds to tell me who sent you before I get really mad.”

The warriors swallowed hard. Because this? This wasn’t just about an attack. This was about a woman’s wrath. And they weren’t surviving it.

“TALK!”

BAM!

A solid punch to the gut made one of the Amazarak warriors double over in pain.

“Talk!”

BAM!

Another fist to the ribs.

The warrior screamed, gasping for air. Lithia didn’t stop. She stood there, in front of the entire street, punching them non-stop without hesitation.

Lithia’s fists moved like a blur, her eyes burning with pure rage.

“WHO SENT YOU?!”

BAM!

“ANSWER ME!”

BAM!

“WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS MY MAN?!”

BAM BAM BAM!

Meanwhile, in Likon Town…

Heres just stood there.

Staring.

In pure disbelief.

Because right in front of him—his mother, Lady Phenelopie… a noblewoman known for her grace and elegance… had just casually beaten down five Amazarak warriors with her bare fists.

And now? She was tying them up like they were a bundle of vegetables from the market.

No injuries on her. No sweat. Just pure casual efficiency.

Heres blinked.

“…Mother?”

Phenelopie dusted off her hands, adjusting her sleeves with complete indifference.

“Yes, dear?” She turned to him with a soft smile.

Heres pointed at the beaten and groaning warriors on the ground.

“…Did you just… take them all down… by yourself?”

Phenelopie tilted her head gracefully.

“Oh, these?” She gestured to the tied-up warriors, as if they were mere inconveniences.

“They were in the way. So I took care of it.”

Heres’ eye twitched.

She smiled warmly, as if she hadn’t just wrecked five trained warriors like they were street thugs.

Heres struggled to find words. He looked at the five tied-up Amazarak warriors groaning on the ground. Then back at his mother, Lady Phenelopie, who stood there with a soft smile, completely unbothered.

Finally, he managed to speak.

“…Mother… where did you learn to fight like that?”

Phenelopie let out a graceful chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, with a calm and knowing smile, she said—

“Heres, dear…”

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her voice was sweet, but her words hit like a boulder.

“Do you think your father married a weak girl?”

Heres froze. His brain stopped working. Because for the first time in his life—he realized he had never actually thought about it.

(…Wait. No. No way. But… what if…?!)

His mother just smiled. Like she knew exactly what was going on in his head.

Heres stood frozen.

His brain struggled to process what his mother had just said.

But Lady Phenelopie? She just smiled sweetly, completely calm as she continued.

“Among all your father’s wives, Francesca is the strongest. And his new wife, Eridith?”

She chuckled lightly. “Well, she’s probably the second strongest now.”

Heres’ mouth opened slightly, but he couldn’t say a word.

Phenelopie’s gaze softened, but her voice carried absolute confidence.

“But your stepmother, Lady Garcinia? And me?”

Her smile didn’t fade. “Do you think we are mere weaklings?”

Heres felt a chill run down his spine.

Wait… no way—

“Your stepmother, Francesca, would never allow someone who couldn’t protect themselves to marry her husband.”

Phenelopie gently dusted off her sleeves, as if she weren’t currently standing over five defeated warriors.

“And as for me and Garcinia?”

She tilted her head slightly, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Let’s just say… you’d be surprised.”

Heres gulped.

For the first time, he wondered—

Just how terrifying are all of Father’s wives?!

Phenelopie’s calm voice cut through Heres’ spiraling thoughts.

“Unlike other nobles, your father would never agree to marry someone who couldn’t protect themselves.”

Heres stared, still processing her words.

Wait… what?!

Phenelopie continued, adjusting her gloves gracefully.

“The escorts we have? The battle maids? The elite guards?”

She gestured toward the tied-up Amazarak warriors at her feet.

“They are not here because we are weak.”

Her voice remained gentle, but her words carried absolute weight.

“They exist to ensure that if I or the other family are outnumbered—”

She smiled, eyes gleaming with confidence.

“We can still fight.”

Heres stood there, still in shock, before mumbling—

“I thought… I accompanied you so I could protect you, Mother…”

Lady Phenelopie blinked at him, then chuckled softly.

With a graceful hand, she gestured toward herself, then the battle maids and elite escorts standing behind her.

“Hmm? No, dear. You accompanied me today so there would be someone to protect your little sister… while we handled these things.”

She gestured casually to the five Amazarak warriors she had just beaten senseless.

Heres’ soul left his body.

His entire worldview shattered in real-time.

Phenelopie gave him a gentle, motherly smile.

Heres just stood there, staring at his mother with an expression of betrayal and disbelief.

And all the while—

The battle maids and elite guards behind Phenelopie tried very, very hard not to laugh.

( End of Chapter )