Reborn As Noble - Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Fury and Farewell ( 461 )
Kenjirou stood tall, battered and bloodied, his armor shattered but unbowed.

With Zephyra cradled in one arm, he gripped his Divine Sword in the other, slashing, parrying, blocking—all driven by sheer will.

Hundreds. Thousands.

Attacks poured down: arrows, blades, holy spears, chains—striking from every direction.

And still—

He never fell.

He spun his sword in arcs of blinding light, deflecting every blow.

Steel clashed. Mana screamed. The ground cracked beneath his feet.

But he never let go of Zephyra. Not once.

His voice cut through the chaos, steady and firm.

“If there’s any chance…run, my love.”

“Don’t worry about me. I won’t die.”

His breath was heavy, but his eyes blazed with resolve—unyielding, invincible.

“No, Kenjirou… please… don’t say that…” Zephyra’s voice trembled, clutching weakly at his cloak.

“No. Zephyra.”

He shifted slightly to meet her gaze.

His eyes were soft, fierce with love.

“You’re more important.”

“If I fall, I fall. But not before I make sure you’re safe.”

He smiled gently, blood dripping from his mouth.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Then—

He roared again, plunging into the next wave. Sword flashing, he blocked everything with divine brilliance and cursed power.

“Run, Zephyra!!” his voice thundered above the chaos.

He raised his Divine Sword high—runes blazing, light streaking across the ruined battlefield.

Mana surged—wild and fierce.

The ground cracked beneath him.

“Kenjirou—NO!!”

Zephyra reached out, tears streaming as she begged.

“Please… don’t do this… please…”

But he didn’t look back.

He poured everything into his final spell—rage, love, pain, hope.

“BREAKING SEAL—FLARE JUDGEMENT!!”

A massive magic circle spread beneath him, glowing with devastating force.

And then—

An explosion of divine and cursed mana burst outward in every direction, sending shockwaves through the enemy ranks.

Light and shadow spiraled together—created a vortex that tore through shields, blasted legions back, and bought only one thing:

Time.

“RUN!!!” he shouted one last time.

Zephyra was flung back by the blast’s force, her body cushioned by Kenjirou’s earlier healing and her own barrier.

She tumbled across the scorched battlefield, dazed but safe.

Her vision blurred by tears and smoke.

She looked up and saw one last image:

Kenjirou, turned away, sword raised—facing the incoming army alone.

Holding the line.

“Ken…jirou…” she whispered, heart breaking.

Through the smoke, Kenjirou turned his head just enough to see her, still not moving, still trying to stay with him.

His eyes widened, then softened.

“…Zephyra.”

He clenched his jaw, blood dripping from his lip, then slowly raised his free hand.

A brilliant golden barrier enveloped her, glowing fiercely with protective runes—his strongest defensive spell, woven with divine and cursed magic.

“Sorry… my love.”

He smiled, pure and free of regret. Tears fell freely down his cheeks.

“I’ll send you away. Even if it breaks me.”

He kept his palm glowing, then pointed it toward her.

“…Goodbye.”

And then—

BOOM!!!

A focused explosion of force magic detonated beneath her, precise and devastating.

The area around Zephyra erupted in a flash of light and shockwaves.

Flames burst outward—but her barrier held firm.

She was launched—thrown far through the air, flying across the scorched battlefield like a falling star, carried by Kenjirou’s final spell.

“KENJIROU—!!” her voice echoed, but he was already turning back to the storm.

Back to the enemy.

Alone.

The wind howled around her.

The chaos below blurred into flames and wreckage.

But inside her mind, only one thing remained.

Only him.

“KENJIROU—!!!”

Her voice tore from her throat, raw and desperate. Tears streamed down her face.

Her heart ,long hardened by conquest, shattered.

“Why…?”

“Why did I chase power… when all I needed was him…?”

She clutched her chest, trembling.

Inside the golden barrier he’d cast, she was untouched—completely safe.

Not a scratch.

But it didn’t matter.

She would have rather died with him than be saved without him.

“Kenjirou…” she whispered again, voice cracking.

“I don’t want power anymore…”

“No more war. No more conquest…”

Her eyes burned with regret.

“I just want you…”

The wind died down as the magic carried her away.

And then…

Her body, protected by the shimmering barrier, slowly drifted down, like a fallen angel.

Far from the battlefield.

Away from the soldiers.

Away from him.

Her fingers loosened.

Her vision blurred.

“Please… don’t die…”

Her last words, barely audible, faded as her eyes closed—

And Zephyra fainted, silent—wrapped in the love that had saved her.

Meanwhile, in the Dwarven Kingdom—

Inside the fortified War Room, Chieftain Gumarak sat at the head of a long table.

Around him, his top generals and strategists stood, their faces grim, armor still streaked with dirt and soot.

A massive map spread across the surface, marked with red and black pins—showing losses, enemy movements, and defensive lines.

Gumarak leaned forward, heavy brows furrowed.

“What’s the situation?” he asked in his deep, gravelly voice.

A general stepped forward.

“The Human Kingdom’s army has taken two more towns in the southeast.”

“Our western front held against the Halfling charge, but…”

He hesitated.

“We’ve lost both border towns along the river.”

Gumarak let out a long, tired sigh. The sound echoed in the stone chamber.

He said nothing for a moment, quietly calculating—considering sacrifices, counting time.

“Any news from our messengers?” he asked.

Another officer stepped up.

“Not yet, Chieftain.”

“None have returned.”

Gumarak closed his eyes briefly, fist tightening.

In his mind, the celestial inside him whispered something.

But he ignored it.

He’d long stopped listening to that voice.

The voice always said: power, devour, strike first, abandon allies.

But Gumarak had no time for such thoughts.

He opened his eyes again.

“How many new recruits do we have?”

A younger dwarf glanced through a ledger.

“About fifteen thousand volunteers as of this morning.”

“The call for defense was answered across the lowlands and mountain clans.”

“Several factions are helping with weapons and armor production.”

Gumarak nodded.

“Good. Keep training them. Focus on defense formations and close combat. Our walls won’t hold if they’re inexperienced.”

“Understood, Chieftain.”

He leaned back slowly in his stone chair, exhaling through his nose.

His eyes returned to the war map, but deep inside his mind, a question lingered:

Will it be enough?

( End Of Chapter )