Reborn As Noble - Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Dangerous Knowledge ( 382 )
Marcellus watched as Javier grinned in excitement, his fists and feet colliding with Aria in a flurry of attacks. Even though his little brother was clearly enjoying himself, it was obvious that Aria was merely toying with him.

Marcellus turned to his father. “Esteemed Father… may I ask something?”

Garius lazily swirled his wine in his glass. “Oh? You’re interested in something?”

Marcellus nodded, his sharp gaze not leaving the battle. “How many people know about her?”

Garius exhaled. “In the Armand Region? Only a few. Me, your mother, your stepmothers—Garcinia, Phenelopie, Eridith. Alf, Erinette, Hesbeirn, and the special units stationed around this hill.”

Marcellus frowned. “I’m sorry, Esteemed Father… but what do you mean by ‘in the Armand Region’? Does that mean someone outside our territory also knows about her?”

Garius went silent for a moment.

Then, with a smirk, he answered.

“The Elven Queen, the Beastkin King, and the Demon King.

All three of them know about her whereabouts.”

Marcellus, Cedric, and the rest of the siblings stiffened.

Marcellus furrowed his brows. “But if they know about her, isn’t that dangerous? What if they decide to claim her power for themselves?”

Garius chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. “Mylezra? Veldrac? Lioness?”

Marcellus stiffened at the mention of those names. Mylezra—the Elven Queen, Veldrac—the Demon King, and Lioness—the Beastkin King. These were not just rulers; they were legendary figures, each wielding terrifying power in their own right.

Garius leaned back against the stone he was sitting on. “All three of them were present when I was about to seal her.”

Marcellus and Cedric exchanged glances. They were there?

Garius smirked. “Aria even offered Mylezra to be her vessel, but Mylezra refused flatly.”

“Refused?” Cedric asked, surprised.

“Of course,” Garius nodded. “Mylezra isn’t the type to let something control her, even if it’s a Celestial Being.”

Marcellus turned his gaze toward Aria, who was still engaged in combat with Javier, exchanging blows at lightning speed. “And the Beastkin King?”

“Lioness said he didn’t care,” Garius said with a shrug. “Said something about it not being his problem.”

Cedric frowned. “And the Demon King, Veldrac?”

Garius let out a low chuckle. “He was annoyed by her.”

“Annoyed?” Marcellus repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“He probably couldn’t handle her personality.” Garius smirked, watching as Aria laughed while dodging Javier’s attacks. “But more importantly, do you know who helped me capture her?”

Marcellus remained silent, waiting for the answer.

“Those three,” Garius finally said. “And your mother.”

That revelation sent a shiver through them.

“Mother…?”

Garius sighed, his expression turning nostalgic. “If it weren’t for your mother, we would’ve sealed her completely. But she stepped in.”

Cedric clenched his fists. “Why?”

Garius glanced at Aria before answering. “Because Aria didn’t want to conquer the world. She only wanted peace—to enjoy herself. And in the end, she begged your mother to let her stay free.”

Marcellus’s expression darkened. “Does King Edmund and the other rulers know?”

Garius’s face turned serious. “…No.”

A heavy silence settled between them.

Cedric narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

Garius remained quiet, his gaze distant.

Then, after a moment, he finally spoke. “There were eight of us.”

Marcellus and Cedric listened intently.

“Me, Edmund, Gumarak, Gurdan, Mylezra, Lioness, Veldrac, and… Francesca.”

Marcellus’s breath hitched at hearing his mother’s name.

Garius continued. “We were on a mission to seal the Celestial Beings. When we managed to seal the first one, Edmund insisted on placing the seal within his domain—deep beneath the Noble Academy in the capital.”

“…It’s sealed under the academy?”

Garius nodded. “Yes. The second one we sealed was in Gumarak’s kingdom—the dwarven lands. That battle was brutal. We barely weakened it enough to seal it.”

Cedric frowned. “But if they were sealed, then…”

Garius’s expression darkened further. “We promised each other that the seals would remain hidden—buried underground, in the very places where we defeated them.”

“We all fought together to weaken the Celestials…but..” Garius’s voice was steady, but then he hesitated.

“…But?” Marcellus and Cedric leaned in.

Garius’s gaze darkened. “The five of us—me, Mylezra, Lioness, Veldrac, and your mother—noticed something strange.”

Marcellus frowned. “What do you mean?”

Garius exhaled, his expression unreadable. “Gumarak, Edmund, and Gurdan… they changed.”

Cedric narrowed his eyes. “Changed how?”

“They stopped helping us.” Garius’s voice was firm. “After we sealed the third Celestial, they withdrew from the mission completely.”

Marcellus stiffened. “Why? Did they say anything?”

Garius shook his head. “No explanations. No warnings. They simply stepped back, leaving only us—the remaining five—to continue.”

Cedric’s jaw clenched. “So from the fourth Celestial to the sixth… it was just you all?”

Garius nodded. “And the seventh—Aria—is the only one who was never sealed.”

A heavy silence settled over them.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Marcellus, Cedric, Athine, Aelius, and even Heres listened in stunned silence.

“You know why I invited them to the summit before?” Garius’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.

Marcellus frowned. “It wasn’t just about diplomacy, was it?”

Garius shook his head. “No. It was to find out if the mysterious individuals were among them.”

Marcellus and Cedric exchanged a look, tension thick in the air.

“Mysterious individuals?” Aelius, Athine, and Heres leaned in, while Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn remained silent, waiting for Garius to continue.

Garius nodded. “Yes. Edmund’s current advisor, one of Gumarak’s three elite warriors, and Gurdan’s current advisor.”

Everyone stiffened.

“You mean… the ones advising them now?” Cedric’s voice was low.

Garius confirmed it with a firm nod. “Me, Mylezra, Veldrac, and Lioness noticed them the moment they appeared. But we said nothing.”

“So that’s why you held the summit…” Marcellus muttered.

Cedric clenched his fists. “Why didn’t you expose them?”

Garius’s eyes sharpened. “I wanted to confirm if these individuals were blending in with them naturally… or if they were placed there for a specific purpose. We didn’t want to act rashly. We were all watching, waiting.”

A heavy silence filled the air.

Then Alf spoke for the first time. “You suspected them?”

Garius exhaled. “I don’t just suspect them. We all know something is off.”

Erinette crossed her arms. “And that’s why we were there.”

Garius nodded. “Yes. Just as Mylezra, Lioness, and Veldrac brought their best warriors, I brought Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn.”

Marcellus clenched his fists. “Then these three—this ‘mysterious’ group—they’re connected to the Celestials?”

Garius’s voice was firm. “They are not Celestials. But they are what we call—Celestial Guides.”

Cedric’s expression darkened. “What do they do?”

Garius’s gaze swept over them. “A Celestial Guide will help selects the individual who will become a Celestial Vessel. They serve that vessel, aiding them… and once that vessel is chosen…”

Aelius paled. “So you’re saying… someone is being chosen right now?”

Garius didn’t answer immediately.

But his silence said everything.

( End of Chapter )