Reborn As Noble - Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Desire and Dominion ( 394 )

Kenjirou stood tall, breath steady—until the attendants moved in.

With practiced precision, they removed the upper part of his clothing, revealing the scarred stump where his left arm used to be. The cold air brushed against his skin, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes remained locked on Zephyra.

She stepped forward, holding the artificial arm in both hands.

Without a word, Zephyra placed the limb against his shoulder. A sharp chant escaped her lips, and in an instant—

A blinding surge of power erupted.

“AAARRGGHHH!!”

Kenjirou’s body jerked violently. Magic threads stabbed into his nerves, binding the arm to his soul. The pain was unbearable—searing heat and icy needles all at once.

Zephyra only smiled, calm and unbothered by his screams.

“Endure it, my Kenjirou,” she whispered, her voice like velvet mixed with thorns.

“If you want your power… if you truly want your revenge…”

Kenjirou dropped to one knee, fists clenched, veins glowing with raw mana. His thoughts spun in chaos, but at the center of it all was one name.

Javier De Armand.

The face of the one who defeated him. The one who took his pride… and his arm.

“AARRRRAAAGGHHH!!”

He roared, refusing to fall, forcing himself through the agony. The artificial arm began to move—fingers twitching, joints locking into place.

Kenjirou gritted his teeth, trembling from the aftermath of the ritual. Then, suddenly—he felt it.

His left arm.

The phantom pain was gone, replaced by weight… strength… power.

Despite the lingering burn in his nerves, a smirk crept onto his face.

With slow, steady movements, he rose to his feet. His body still shook, but he stood tall. Dominant. Alive.

His left fingers twitched. Then flexed.

He clenched his fist.

Unclenched it.

Then swung the arm to the side with a sharp, fluid motion.

Mana surged—brilliant and violent—as he channeled it into the arm. Crimson veins pulsed across the surface like lightning.

“Wow…” he breathed, in awe of the sensation.

Zephyra stepped close, her voice a seductive melody in his ear.

“How do you like it… my love?”

Kenjirou turned to her, still smirking.

“I love it.”

She leaned in and kissed him—deep, intense, possessive.

“I’m happy you like it,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

“Now I can get my revenge on that brat!”

His voice dripped with hatred—Javier’s name burning behind his eyes.

But Zephyra gently held his chin, guiding his gaze back to her.

“Not yet, my love,” she whispered again, her voice lower now.

“There’s more power for you to claim.”

“Oh? You have more surprises for me?”

Kenjirou lifted his new left arm, brushing Zephyra’s chin with his fingertips—testing the strength, enjoying the sensation.

Zephyra smiled, then leaned in to kiss him again—slow, lingering, confident.

“Yes… more power,” she whispered against his lips.

“So you can crush anyone who stands between you and the Armand family.”

Kenjirou stared at her, mesmerized—not just by her beauty, but by the presence she radiated.

Powerful. Alluring. Dangerous.

“I’m lucky to have you, my queen,” he said, his voice low.

Zephyra placed a finger on his lips, silencing him gently.

“Shhh… Don’t call me queen in private,” she whispered.

“Call me something sweeter.”

“My love…”

Zephyra smiled with satisfaction, her fingers gently brushing against Kenjirou’s chest.

“Ahh… this is why I adore you, my handsome Kenjirou.”

She leaned closer, her voice a sultry whisper meant only for him.

“Now, once you’ve claimed this power, you must learn to master it. And once you do… you’ll become the most powerful man in this world.”

Her eyes gleamed with ambition.

“You will help me destroy every kingdom that dared to look down on Amazarak. Every fool that mocked us, doubted us… they will kneel.”

Kenjirou’s smirk returned, unwavering.

“Anything for you, my love,” he said with steel in his voice.

“I’ll do anything—only for you.”

Zephyra closed the gap between them, cupping his face with both hands.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, my Kenjirou.”

She kissed him deeply, claiming his heart once more.

Zephyra traced her finger along Kenjirou’s newly restored arm, her eyes gleaming with mystery and desire.

“And I’ll grant you another power,” she whispered, her voice like velvet.

“A power that will ensure you grow even stronger… unstoppable.”

Kenjirou raised an eyebrow, intrigued, his heart pounding not just from her closeness but from the promise of more strength—more revenge.

“Another power?” he asked with anticipation.

Zephyra leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Yes… a gift waiting deep within my domain. When the time is right, you’ll claim it. And when you do, no one—not even the Armand family—will stand in your way.”

Kenjirou clenched his left hand, the power surging through him. He could feel it—his destiny shifting.

“Then I’ll crush them all. For you.”

Zephyra smiled, pleased.

“That’s my Kenjirou.”

“My queen…”

Zephyra turned her gaze, calm yet expectant, as one of her attendants bowed respectfully.

“The preparation is complete. Everything is ready.”

A slow, satisfied smile formed on her lips.

“Ah~ you hear that, my beloved Kenjirou? It’s as if fate itself has aligned for you. Looks like… this power might be yours—today.”

Kenjirou’s eyes widened, excitement and hunger flashing within them.

“For real?”

“Yes,” Zephyra replied, stepping closer and brushing her fingers lightly over his chest.

“The power that will remove your limits… unleash your mana, enhance your skills, and awaken strength you never thought possible.”

Kenjirou could feel his heart pounding. His breath quickened.

“Ohhh!! I can’t wait for it!” he said with a wild grin.

Zephyra chuckled softly, seductive and dangerous at once.

“Then follow me, my love. Your ascension begins now.”

As they walked arm in arm, Queen Zephyra’s smile deepened into a smirk.

She knew—without a doubt—that the celestial was dangerous.

But with that artificial hand now fused to his body, enchanted with her blood and bound by ancient seals, he could never raise that arm against her. Not even if he tried.

That alone was enough to satisfy her.

But it wasn’t just the binding magic.

No.

Kenjirou was mesmerized—heart, mind, and body. He adored her. Worshiped her. Desired her.

And most importantly, he trusted her completely.

Exactly as planned.

All she needed now was for this foolish, devoted human hero to claim that power. The hidden force sealed away beneath her lands… a power meant for gods.

Once he absorbed it—once he grew stronger, fiercer, unstoppable—she would unleash him upon the world.

Every kingdom that ever looked down on Amazarak would burn. Every arrogant king and prideful noble would fall. And every celestial vessel would be hunted down by the very blade they feared.

Kenjirou.

He would gather their power, one by one, and unknowingly place it at her feet.

Until the day he no longer served a purpose.

Until the day he died.

And when that day came… Zephyra would already stand above all.

( End of Chapter )