Reborn As Noble - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 )
Javier chewed lazily, enjoying the special roast meat he had just paid for. The rich flavors melted in his mouth, and for a moment, life was good.

Then—

The town guard rushed toward him, panting heavily.

“Young Master! We have urgent information!”

Javier sighed, setting his skewer down. “Hmm?”

The guard continued, “Reports from the outposts confirm multiple Amazarak warriors inside our region. They may be targeting the Lord’s family—”

Before he could finish—

The sound of weapons being drawn.

Liana and Gloria had already unsheathed their weapons, their eyes locked onto the surroundings, ready to eliminate threats immediately.

The village fell into silence. Tension filled the air. Everyone was waiting for Javier’s reaction. Would he order an attack? Would he prepare for battle?

But instead—he just casually took another bite of his meat.

And then—he pointed.

“Hmm? You mean that pile of bodies over there?”

The guard, Liana, and Gloria froze. They turned to look.

At first, they saw nothing but an empty area. But then—

A cold wind blew.

And suddenly—the lifeless bodies of every Amazarak warrior in the village were revealed. Stacked neatly. Collected efficiently.

And standing next to them—Javier’s White Puppet Knights. Motionless. Silent.

The village guards gasped.

Liana sighed.

Gloria adjusted her glasses. “Of course.”

And Javier? He just continued eating. Because for him—this wasn’t even worth standing up for.

Javier took another bite of his roast meat, chewing lazily as he stared at the lifeless pile of Amazarak warriors. With a slight tilt of his head, he muttered—

“Why worry about guys like them?”

The village guards stiffened, unsure if they had misheard him.

Javier waved his skewer casually.

“They’re not even on the level of our elite guard units, let alone General Hesbeirn’s army troops.”

One of the guards gulped.

Javier sighed, tapping his wooden skewer against the table.

“I don’t even know if these warriors thought they could fight our town guards or village guards.”

He leaned back, stretching his arms.

“Right?”

The village guards exchanged glances. They were trained soldiers, but even they knew—Amazarak warriors were dangerous. But for Young Master Javier… it was so insignificant that he didn’t even care.

Then, Javier smirked.

“And if they had to face Alf and Erinnette?”

Silence.

The guards paled.

Liana lowered her weapon, shaking her head. “They wouldn’t even last a second.”

Gloria sighed, adjusting her glasses. “A waste of manpower.”

Javier took another bite, completely relaxed. He chewed slowly, his eyes lazily watching the pile of lifeless Amazarak warriors. Then, without changing his relaxed posture, he muttered—

“The only problem is… if they start killing our people again.”

The village guards stiffened. Because those words carried weight. Casual as he was—Javier didn’t tolerate threats to Armand’s people.

He tapped his skewer against the wooden plate, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Well… I don’t know if these ones were just their low-ranked warriors or mere servants.”

Liana and Gloria stayed silent, listening carefully.

Javier leaned forward slightly, staring at the strange markings on the fallen warriors’ bodies.

“One thing I do know is…”

His expression darkened. He pointed at the patterns etched into their skin.

“That pattern isn’t decorative. It’s used for mana flow.”

The guards and Liana tensed.

Gloria adjusted her glasses, her expression sharpening. “Mana flow? Then that means…”

Javier smirked slightly.

Javier turned toward the town guards, still holding his half-eaten skewer.

“Well… just make sure to inform the guard captain.”

The guards straightened their posture, listening carefully.

Javier waved his free hand.

“Increase patrol teams to five or more people per unit. If extra recruitment is needed, just hand this letter to the village overseer.”

He casually pulled out a sealed letter from his coat and tossed it to one of the guards.

The man barely caught it in time, staring at the official Armand Family seal.

It wasn’t just an order. It was direct authorization to increase the guards budget.

Javier stretched lazily. “That should be enough, right?”

Liana sighed, lowering her sword. “As expected of you, Young Master.”

Gloria adjusted her glasses. “A simple yet efficient solution.”

Javier smirked. “I know, I’m amazing.”

After finishing his meal, Javier let out a sigh. Then, without even looking at the bodies, he casually ordered—

“Tell the village overseer to handle these corpses.”

The guards quickly nodded.

But then—

Javier reached into his magic storage, his fingers briefly disappearing into the swirling mana before pulling out a pouch of gold coins.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, he tossed it toward one of the guards, who barely caught it in time.

The coins jingled heavily.

“Recruit some villagers, pay them properly for cleaning up the mess.” Javier stretched his arms. “At least our people get extra work and extra pay today.”

The guards’ eyes widened. Even after defeating an entire enemy force effortlessly, Javier was still thinking about his people’s well-being.

“As you command, Young Master!” They bowed deeply.

As the guards left to carry out his orders, Liana suddenly smirked.

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“So… you’re accepting the role of the next heir, huh?”

Javier froze mid-stretch.

“Umm… err…”

He quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in the sky, the dirt, anything but Liana’s teasing gaze.

But before he could escape—

Gloria adjusted her glasses, joining in.

“Well, look at how our Young Master handles things so effortlessly.”

She gave him a knowing smile.

“He’s already starting to act like Lord Garius himself.”

Javier choked on his own spit.

“Cough—what?! No way!”

Liana giggled. “Oh? Then what do you call this?”

She gestured at everything.

The organized orders. The effortless problem-solving.

Javier sweated.

“I—No—That’s different! I was just… um… managing things temporarily!”

Liana and Gloria exchanged glances.

“Right~” They both said in sync, clearly not believing him.

Javier groaned, slumping.

Damn it. When did I start acting like my old man?!

Liana’s smirk widened as she saw Javier squirm.

She suddenly straightened her posture, placed one hand over her chest, and—

Bowed deeply.

With a perfectly graceful and polite tone, she declared—

“Lord Javier! Your order, my lord!”

Javier’s entire body stiffened.

His soul left his body.

“Eeee—Liana!!” Javier panicked, waving his hands in front of her.

“Don’t do that! That’s creepy!!”

Liana tilted her head, looking completely innocent.

“But my lord, you’re the next heir, aren’t you? Shouldn’t I practice addressing you properly?”

Gloria adjusted her glasses, smirking.

“I agree. We must prepare for the future.”

Javier grabbed his head in frustration.

“No, no, no! Stop! I refuse! I won’t accept it!”

Liana and Gloria just smile.

Because no matter what he said—

They both knew the truth.

Javier was already acting like an heir.

And there was no escape.

Liana bowed elegantly once more.

“Lord Javier! Your order, my lord!”

Javier flinched, his face twisting in horror.

“Stop that!!”

But before he could recover—

Gloria adjusted her glasses, her eyes shining mischievously.

Then—

She also bowed.

“Lord Javier~ What are your commands, my lord?”

“Eeeee—Gloria, NOT YOU TOO?!”

Javier stumbled backward, his Pekko, Buddy, giving him a judgmental look.

Liana and Gloria exchanged smirks.

“We must prepare to serve you as the next Count properly, right?” Liana said sweetly.

Gloria nodded. “After all, Lord Javier will inherit the household.”

Javier collapsed onto Buddy.

“Nope. I refuse. I quit. I’m running away.”

Liana giggled. “Where to, my lord?”

Gloria smiled. “Shall we prepare travel arrangements, my lord?”

Javier groaned, face buried in Buddy’s feathers.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t even argue.

Because deep down—

They were right.

( End of Chapter )