Reborn As Noble

Francesca held Javier close, gently lowering him to the ground. Her aura softened, the earlier terrifying presence fading into warmth and care.

”Sleep, my dear… you’ve done enough.”

Then—a gentle white glow spread from her hands. She activated her healing skill, enveloping Javier’s broken body in divine light. His torn muscles repaired themselves. His overstrained mana pathways calmed. The internal bleeding from his forcefully removed limiters healed.

Javier’s breathing, once ragged and unstable, finally grew steady.

Garius stood silently, his arms crossed. His eyes, still glowing with mystic patterns, scanned the battlefield. There was one more thing he needed to confirm. Javier had lost enough tonight. If he lost his Pekkos too… No. That would break him.

His gaze swept the area—

Then, finally, he found them.

A short distance away, Giddie was leading Buddy, Pikko, and Peanuts safely through the outskirts of the battlefield. The Pekkos weren’t harmed.

Garius let out a relieved sigh.

”Good boy.”

His tense shoulders finally relaxed. ”Lucky they weren’t caught up in this mess.”

Alf and Erinnette stood near Liana and Gloria, carefully monitoring them.

Garius turned toward them.

”Alf, Erinnette… how are Javier’s girls?”

Alf wiped his bloodied hands, glancing at the glowing seed planted in their wounds.

”Stable, my lord.”

Erinnette nodded.

”They will live. But they need time to recover.”

Garius exhaled slowly. Good. At least Javier didn’t lose them too. For now—everything was under control.

Garius turned his gaze toward Eridith.

”Eridith?”

The White Flame Dragon, who had been standing near the battlefield, looked up lazily.

”Hmm?”

She lifted her hand, revealing the broken pieces of the so-called ”divine weapons” scattered across the ground.

”I recovered these. The so-called divine weapons that shattered when their owners died.”

Garius raised an eyebrow.

”And?”

Eridith smirked.

”I think I know exactly which fake ’goddess’ gave them these weapons.” She clicked her tongue in disgust. ”Tch. A spirit pretending to be a goddess... Those bitches.”

Francesca, who had been tending to Javier with her White Light skill, did not react at first. She continued running her fingers gently through his hair, soothing his body as she healed him.

But then—

A soft glow surrounded her.

And something changed.

Behind her—

A pair of wings slowly emerged.

Not just any wings.

Magnificent, radiant wings.

Pure white, glowing faintly, the feathers soft and otherworldly.

The battlefield fell silent.

Even Eridith paused, raising an eyebrow.

Garius smirked slightly, shaking his head.

Francesca, still smiling gently, did not even look up. Instead—

She spoke softly, her voice filled with a strange, amused curiosity.

”They call themselves what?”

Her smile deepened.

But this time—there was something terrifying hidden behind it.

Francesca’s gentle smile remained, but behind her—

Her wings fully spread.

A celestial glow radiated from each feather, shifting with an ethereal beauty that no mortal could truly describe.

The battlefield seemed to quiet.

The air grew lighter, yet heavier all at once.

Even the burning village felt distant—like the world itself was forced to acknowledge her presence.

Then—

Francesca turned her soft gaze to Eridith.

Eridith, the mighty White Flame Dragon, who had laughed in the face of kings and threatened entire armies by herself—

Stammered.

”U-Umm… err… Francesca…?”

She took a half-step back.

Then—she gulped.

”…Calm down?”

Francesca tilted her head slightly, her eyes shimmering with amusement.

She did not answer.

She only smiled.

And that alone—

Terrified even the mighty dragon.

Francesca’s wings shifted, their celestial glow softening as they gently wrapped around Javier.

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Like a warm embrace.

Like a mother cradling her child.

A soothing radiance enveloped him, the pure, divine energy healing every last wound—not just his body, but his very soul.

Javier, still unconscious, breathed peacefully for the first time that night.

Francesca smiled down at him, her eyes filled with warmth. Her voice was soft, yet imbued with an unshakable power.

”My sweet honey bun~”

She gently brushed his blood-stained hair aside.

”Don’t worry…”

Her smile deepened, but beneath it lurked something darker.

Something absolute.

Something terrifying.

”Mother will crush those ’goddesses’ myself.”

The air shifted.

Even the wind seemed to tremble at her words.

Then—her voice softened again, returning to the loving warmth of a mother.

”Just sleep tight… Rest~”

Javier sank deeper into unconsciousness, completely at peace.

And in that moment—

The world itself seemed to acknowledge Francesca’s promise.

Garius watched silently, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Then—

He smiled.

”Honey?”

Francesca, still cradling Javier in her glowing embrace, looked up with a soft expression.

”Yes, dear?”

Garius exhaled, glancing around at the battlefield—the destruction, the broken divine weapons, the scattered corpses of the so-called heroes. He turned back to Francesca.

”Let’s go home.”

Francesca giggled lightly, her wings slowly folding and fading into light.

”Okay~”

Her celestial aura vanished, leaving only her usual gentle, motherly warmth. She adjusted Javier in her arms, even though he was big enough.

But it didn’t matter. To her—he was still her little honey bun.

As she walked toward Garius, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Then, with a tender gaze, she looked down at the sleeping Javier.

Her voice was filled with love yet carried the weight of everything that had happened tonight.

”Our son…”

She held him closer.

And without another word—

They finally left the battlefield.

Erinnette carried Liana carefully, ensuring that her wounds weren’t disturbed.

Eridith, usually playful, rode in silence, holding Gloria’s unconscious body on Peanuts’ back.

Alf carried Javier, his expression unreadable as he rode steadily on his Pekko, maintaining a protective distance from the others.

At the front—

Garius and Francesca rode together on Giddie. Francesca wrapped her arms around Garius from behind, resting her cheek gently on his shoulder. Her warm breath tickled his neck as she sighed softly.

”Dear… I’m a little tired.”

Garius smirked slightly, glancing back at her.

”Then rest. I will take care of everything.”

Francesca nuzzled against him.

”Mmm… I like the sound of that.”

Behind them, two figures trailed cautiously—Javier’s Buddy and Liana’s Pikko. Their movements were hesitant, as if unsure whether to stay close or run ahead.

Garius noticed instantly and smirked. Then—his voice rang out, smooth and teasing.

”Muddy and Tikko, don’t you dare leave the group.”

Buddy and Pikko froze.

Garius chuckled, his smirk widening.

”If you try to run off, Giddie will handle you two personally.”

”Cuquawked!”

Giddie let out a low, rumbling squawk—half warning, half amusement.

Buddy and Pikko instantly straightened up, keeping close to the group.

Garius laughed, and Francesca giggled against his back.

And with that—

The Armand family rode home, leaving behind the remnants of battle.

( End of Chapter )