Reborn As Noble - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 )
Klimbert sat at his ornate desk, fingers tapping against the polished wood.

A knock echoed from the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Anem stepped inside, carrying a stack of reports.

Klimbert leaned forward, eyes sharp.

“Oh, Anem… report?”

Anem nodded, placing the documents on the desk.

“Here, my lord.”

Klimbert flipped through the pages, his expression darkening as he read.

“Hmm… so the Amazarak warriors are scattered across the kingdom?”

Anem remained calm. “Yes, my lord.”

Klimbert’s fingers tightened around the parchment.

“And our territory?”

Anem gave a small smirk. “Secure, my lord. The royal forces are handling the capture.”

Klimbert gritted his teeth.

“Damn. Why capture them? They were supposed to be killed.”

His frustration was clear.

“Don’t worry, my lord.” He adjusted his gloves, his voice smooth. “Our units have been… handling some of them in secret.”

Klimbert’s scowl turned into a slow smirk.

“Heh. Good.”

Because while the royal forces played by the rules—

He didn’t have to.

Klimbert leaned back, his fingers tapping against his desk.

His expression darkened as he processed the report.

Then, his voice cold and sharp—

“Anem.”

Anem bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s smirk was cruel.

“So, they’re also moving to get that thing, huh?”

Anem nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

Klimbert’s eyes narrowed.

“And who’s the idiot responsible for bringing the Amazarak into the human kingdom?”

Anem calmly adjusted his gloves.

“According to our intelligence unit, it was Duke Ibzles and some high-ranking nobles.”

Klimbert snorted.

“Hah… that stupid man.”

His voice was laced with disdain.

“Bringing those weak Amazarak warriors into the human kingdom, letting them scatter like rats, and now…”

His fingers stopped tapping.

His smirk disappeared.

His eyes turned sharp and cold.

“…They’re walking around my territory like they own the place.”

He exhaled slowly, as if trying to suppress his growing irritation.

Then—

“Anem!”

Anem bowed deeply. “Yes, my lord.”

Klimbert’s words were final. Absolute.

“Ensure our units kill them all. We don’t need pests roaming my territory.”

Anem’s lips curled into a dark smirk.

Klimbert’s smirk widened, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.

“If we kill them all, our chances of getting that thing increase significantly.”

His eyes gleamed with cold calculation.

“Send our best unit. Make sure they complete the task unnoticed.”

Anem bowed slightly. “As you command, my lord.”

Klimbert let out a low chuckle.

“Looks like our intelligence unit is faster than the others, huh?”

Anem nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

But then, Klimbert’s expression darkened.

His voice lowered.

“So… does Armand know about this?”

Anem’s face remained unreadable.

“Our intelligence unit cannot stay in Armand territory for long, so we haven’t gathered much information.”

Klimbert’s fingers stopped tapping.

Anem continued, “However, according to eyewitness reports… all Amazarak warriors that entered Armand territory never made it out.”

Klimbert’s brows furrowed.

“Never made it out?”

Anem nodded. “It seems someone handled them. But the people of Armand refuse to say who.”

A deep silence filled the room.

Then—

Klimbert gritted his teeth.

“Damn Garius.”

His fist slammed against the desk.

“He’s one—no, two steps ahead of me.”

His eyes glowed with frustration.

His territory still had Amazarak warriors sneaking around.

But Garius?

His problems were already gone.

Klimbert exhaled slowly, calming his temper.

“Anem.”

Anem bowed slightly. “Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert’s words were absolute.

“Kill them all.”

Anem’s lips curled into a dark smirk.

“It will be done, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple in irritation.

“We should start handling our territory the way Garius does.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I don’t want my lands infested with rats.”

His fingers tapped against the desk, his irritation boiling.

“If only the royal forces weren’t around… Damn.”

Anem, as always, remained calm.

“No need to worry, my lord.”

He adjusted his gloves.

“According to our intelligence unit, the royal forces are already reducing their presence across the kingdom. They’re pulling back to focus more on the borders and the capital.”

Klimbert’s fingers stopped tapping.

His frustration melted into a smirk.

“Oho~ So King Edmund is shifting his focus?”

His eyes gleamed with new opportunities.

Because if the royal forces weren’t paying attention…

That meant he could move more freely.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Armand estate’s meeting room, Garius sat at the head of the table, reading through detailed reports on the recent incidents.

After a moment, Garius set the documents down and asked—

“Alf. Our people—are they safe?”

Alf gave a firm nod. “Yes, my lord.”

His voice was as steady as ever.

“My Beast Assassin Units are scattered across the territory, hunting the remaining intruders.”

He continued, “Our people are cooperating fully. Erinnette’s Elite Battle Maid Unit and Hesbeirn’s Elite Knight Unit are also deployed to ensure their safety.”

Garius leaned back, nodding slightly.

“And my sons?”

Alf gave a small smirk.

“It seems they are handling things as well, without even realizing it.”

Garius chuckled. “Hmm… more like their lovers are handling things for them.”

He turned to Erinnette, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Good job training Meira and Lithia.”

Erinnette bowed slightly, her expression calm. “It was my duty, my lord.”

But then—

Garius let out a sigh.

His eyes drifted toward another issue.

“Haa… but Javier…”

Everyone in the room knew what he meant.

Javier was different.

It wasn’t about whether he was strong—he clearly was.

But unlike his brothers, his battles were… handled differently.

Garius rested his chin on his hand. “We haven’t even seen much improvement from Gloria and Liana’s combat ability because of that damn puppet knight.”

Alf cleared his throat. “Yes, my lord. According to our observations…”

“It seems that Young Master has modified all his puppet knights with what we call ‘enemy detection’ and ‘invisibility.'”

Hesbeirn narrowed his eyes. “Wait… all of them?”

Alf nodded. “Yes.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Then Francesca, who had been sipping her tea gracefully, finally spoke.

“Fufu~ As expected of my honey bun~.”

Garius let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples.

Alf continued his report, flipping to another document.

“Not only that…”

“It seems Young Master has also improved the puppet knights—making them stronger, faster, and lighter.”

Hesbeirn raised a brow. “Lighter? With full armor?”

Alf nodded. “Yes. It seems he made adjustments to what he calls the joint system.”

A pause.

Garius frowned slightly. “The joint system?”

His gaze shifted to Rasdingen, the dwarven overseer.

“Rasdingen, explain.”

The giant dwarven craftsman scratched his beard, letting out a low grunt.

Then, in deep dwarven slang, he muttered—

“Aye, m’lord, seems like the lad went an’ let me take a wee peek at ‘is work.”

Garius raised a brow. “And?”

Rasdingen crossed his thick arms, sighing.

“The damn thing ain’t easy to copy, I tell ye that.”

He shook his head.

“Only someone like the Young Master, with tha’ strange magic craftin’ skill, could pull it off.”

A brief silence.

Francesca sipped her tea again, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

Hesbeirn let out a low chuckle.

Erinnette remained composed, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Garius turned back to Alf.

“And according to our magic research unit?”

Alf’s smirk grew.

“It seems, my lord, that no one else in the kingdom—or beyond—possesses that skill.”

Another pause.

Then, Garius let out a long sigh.

“So he’s already ahead of everyone else, huh?”

Francesca chuckled. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want him as heir?”

( End Of Chapter )