Reborn As Noble

”Dear?”

Francesca’s gentle voice drifted through the quiet afternoon. Garius hummed lazily in response, his head resting comfortably on her lap. She stroked his hair, her touch soft and rhythmic.

”You’re really spoiled, huh, dear?”

Garius smirked, eyes half-lidded as he inhaled her scent. ”Mmm… of course. You’re my wife, after all.”

Francesca chuckled softly, her fingers threading through his dark hair. Then her tone turned playful. ”What about your paperwork today?”

Garius closed his eyes. ”Mmm… I’m too lazy to do it.”

Francesca raised an eyebrow. ”But it’s your responsibility.”

”Today is my day off.” He nuzzled deeper into her lap, his voice muffled. ”I just want to enjoy my time with you.”

Francesca sighed, shaking her head fondly. Then her lips curled mischievously. ”And tomorrow, there will be an even bigger pile of documents waiting for you.”

Garius grinned without opening his eyes. ”Hehe… don’t worry about it.”

Francesca tilted her head. ”Hmm? What do you mean, dear?”

Garius finally opened one eye, smirking. ”Well… it’s time for them to learn responsibility.”

Francesca blinked. Garius grinned wider. ”Our eldest and second son will handle the work today.”

Francesca’s eyes narrowed slightly. ”You mean… Marcellus and Cedric?”

Garius stretched lazily. ”Yep. As the eldest, Marcellus will inherit the count title one day. So… hehehe, he might as well start early.”

Francesca sighed deeply, shaking her head with a small smile. ”You’re impossible.”

Garius simply chuckled, nestling further into her lap. ”I know.”

Francesca smiled as she continued stroking Garius’s hair. ”By the way, dear… remember when we were students? Back at the academy?”

Garius grinned, eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at her. ”How could I forget?” His smirk widened. ”There was a certain someone crazy about me back then.”

He gave Francesca a knowing look. She chuckled softly, her smile teasing. ”Yes, yes…”

She shook her head, reminiscing about those days. Garius grinned even more. ”And the only commoner who managed to attend the Magic Academy for nobles… because of her incredible talent in magic.”

He stared at Francesca, admiration flickering in his gaze. ”Every noble had their eyes on you, Francesca. Even the prince at the time was crazy about you.”

Francesca smiled, but there was no hesitation in her voice. ”Yes, dear… but I never liked them.” Her eyes softened as she gazed at Garius. ”I loved you. You were different from the other nobles.”

Garius chuckled, a bit smug. ”Lucky me.”

Francesca tilted her head slightly, her playful smirk returning. ”Now, dear… speaking of talent. Do you remember how you used to argue with the instructor about classes?”

Garius snorted. ”Oh… that?” He rolled his eyes. ”How the hell does an instructor not know how classes are assigned to individuals? He had the audacity to say that everyone is born with a class. What nonsense.”

Francesca laughed softly. She already knew the answer, but she couldn’t help but tease him further. ”So, if the instructor was wrong, dear… then tell me. How are classes determined in an individual?”

Garius sighed, stretching slightly before smirking. ”Everyone is born with stats—strength, agility, wisdom, and all that.”

Francesca nodded, listening attentively as if she hadn’t already heard this before. Garius continued, his tone confident. ”Of course, some people are born with high strength, and they just assume that means their class will be Berserker, Warrior, or Swordsman when they receive their blessing.”

He chuckled darkly. ”But that’s not how it works.”

Francesca smirked, already knowing he was about to go on another one of his rants.

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Garius leaned back comfortably, his head resting on Francesca’s lap as he continued. ”When someone is born, let’s say they have high strength stats from the start.” He paused, his fingers lazily tapping on his stomach. ”But the class they receive during the Blessing Ceremony?” His eyes glinted with amusement. ”It’s not just about stats.”

Francesca smiled knowingly. ”Go on, dear. Enlighten me.”

Garius grinned. ”The class someone gets depends on what they’ve been learning and doing before their Blessing Ceremony.”

Francesca tilted her head, feigning curiosity. ”Give me an example, then.”

Garius chuckled. ”Alright. Let’s say some guy is born with a naturally high strength stat.” He rolled his wrist in the air as he explained. ”But instead of training his mind or developing a skill set, all he ever does is get mad at everything, train his muscles, and swing around a huge sword like a maniac.”

Francesca smirked. ”So, you’re saying…?”

Garius grinned. ”The Blessing Ceremony will assess his habits and determine his class as a Berserker.”

Francesca nodded. ”And what happens after that?”

Garius stretched lazily. ”A class doesn’t just stop there. It can evolve.”

Francesca raised an eyebrow. ”Into what?”

Garius smirked. ”For a Berserker, there are usually two main rank-up paths.” He held up two fingers. ”One is the Frenzied Berserker, which leans fully into raw power, losing most reason in exchange for unmatched physical destruction.” Then he lifted his second finger. ”The other is the Battle Ruler, a Berserker who learns to control their rage and refine their combat instincts, becoming a leader on the battlefield.”

Francesca let out a soft laugh. ”So what you’re saying is… people aren’t just born into their classes?”

Garius grinned wider. ”Exactly. What you do, what you learn, and how you train—all of that shapes your Blessing.”

Francesca shook her head fondly. ”And yet, most nobles still think their ’birth’ determines everything.”

Garius snorted. ”That’s why most of them are idiots.” He closed his eyes briefly before smirking. ”But… there are exceptions.”

Francesca raised an eyebrow. ”Oh? Do tell, dear.”

Garius opened one eye, his smirk deepening. ”There are rare cases where someone will receive their class before the Blessing Ceremony.”

Francesca tapped her chin. ”And why is that?”

Garius exhaled, his voice turning serious. ”This… is what I call a Special Talent.”

Francesca leaned in slightly, intrigued despite already knowing where this was going. Garius continued. ”Some kids might be born with lower stats compared to others.” He gestured vaguely. ”But instead of relying on raw strength, they do something different.”

His eyes sharpened. ”They start learning to control mana at an early age.”

Francesca nodded. ”Go on.”

Garius smirked. ”They don’t just stop there. They study magic early, learn tactics and formations, and don’t just settle for basic spells. Instead, they push themselves to master advanced magic before they even reach the Blessing Ceremony.”

Francesca listened silently, watching him. Garius lifted a finger. ”They learn how to control their emotions—how to keep a clear mind even in the heat of battle.” Then his smirk widened. ”They fight monsters at an early age, gaining real combat experience before most noble brats even pick up a sword.”

Francesca chuckled. ”You make it sound like they’re preparing for war before they even hit ten years old.”

Garius grinned. ”Exactly. And that’s what sets them apart.”

His voice lowered slightly, more thoughtful. ”These are the ones who learn everything they can, who constantly challenge themselves, who think creatively and refuse to stay stagnant.”

Francesca smiled softly. ”And because of that… their class is decided before the Blessing Ceremony.”

Garius nodded. ”Right. Because the system recognizes them as something beyond what a normal ceremony would grant.” Then his smirk returned. ”It’s rare, but when it happens… that’s when you see true monsters being born.”

Francesca laughed softly, shaking her head. ”And let me guess… you’re thinking of someone specific when you say that?”

Garius closed his eyes again, smirking smugly. ”Heh. Maybe.”

( End of Chapter )