Reborn As Noble

Javier stretched his arms, a relaxed grin spreading across his face.

”Yep. Can’t wait till all this mess is over… and I turn into a full-fledged adult.”

He glanced over at Liana and Gloria, his eyes softening with affection.

”I only want to marry the two of them. That’s all.”

Then, with a cheeky smirk, he added,

”Well… if I marry them and that includes you two inside them, too… then I guess I’m just lucky enough, huh?”

Inside Liana, Ari let out a small embarrassed squeak.

”W-What are you saying, you ridiculous human!”

Meanwhile, inside Gloria, Aria sighed in resignation, her voice sultry but faintly amused.

”My my… I never thought I’d be part of someone’s marriage like this. But if it’s you… I suppose I’ll accept it...”

Liana blushed but said nothing, simply placing a gentle hand over her chest.

Gloria, elegant as ever, cleared her throat.

”Ahem… It would seem our young master is already planning the future.”

Javier winked.

”You bet I am.”

Liana sat quietly beside Javier, her slender fingers brushing against the edge of her magic bow.

”So, what do you plan to do now, young master?”

Javier didn’t look up. His eyes were focused, both hands weaving magic lines into the weapon as white mana softly pulsed across its frame.

”For now… just improve your bow, your blade, and your dagger,” he said calmly. ”That’s enough.”

Then, without skipping a beat, he turned to Gloria.

”And for you—your warhammer and that emergency blade of yours. I’ll enhance them both to withstand higher-tier magic amplification.”

Gloria gave a graceful nod, watching the white ore fragments respond to Javier’s touch with practiced admiration.

”As expected of our young master… you truly don’t hold back when it comes to us.”

Liana smiled softly, her emerald eyes glowing with trust.

”What about your weapon, young master?”

Javier finally paused, a sly grin forming as he leaned back slightly in his chair.

”Me?” He chuckled. ”Well… let’s just leave it at that.”

Liana raised an eyebrow, and Gloria narrowed her eyes behind her glasses, but neither pressed further. They knew better—whatever Javier was preparing, it was something only he could handle… and when the time came, the world would see it.

They all watched in quiet awe—Liana with Ari inside her, and Gloria with Aria dwelling within—eyes fixed on the young master as he activated his magic crafting skill.

A brilliant white glow enveloped Javier’s hands as the white ore responded to his touch, melting and reshaping under his command. Threads of mana danced around his fingers like obedient spirits, weaving into the magic bow that rested in front of him.

Javier didn’t speak. He was focused, his brows slightly furrowed as he carved runes—complex, unique symbols of power—directly onto the weapon’s frame. These weren’t ordinary enchantments; they were special, designed by Javier himself, refined to the highest precision only he could achieve.

The magic bow began to shift. Its surface gleamed with a pearlescent sheen, and its design became sleeker and more elegant, radiating a quiet intensity. The moment he finished, the weapon pulsed once, as if acknowledging its rebirth.

”Done,” Javier said casually, already moving on.

He placed the rest of Liana’s weapons before him—her blade and slender dagger—and began the same process. Each was carefully upgraded with white ore, given the same runework, and infused with refined mana flow to handle the force of Ari’s presence.

Lastly, he turned to Gloria’s warhammer. Despite its bulk, the white ore molded as if it were silk in his hands. Runes flared to life one by one, etched with purpose, reinforcing the weapon’s durability and mana conductivity.

In just minutes, all their weapons had been reborn—ready for the battles ahead. Both Liana and Gloria felt it in their hands… these were no longer mere weapons; they were something far more powerful.

”By the way, Aria, Ari.”

”Yes?” both voices echoed faintly inside Gloria and Liana.

”You two… you’re the Seventh Celestials, right?”

”Yes... why?” Ari responded cautiously, while Aria sounded vaguely amused.

”Tell me honestly,” Javier’s tone dropped a bit, serious now. ”Can either of you beat my father?”

A pause.

Then Ari answered, her voice firm but slightly grim. ”Without a vessel? No...”

”Huh? Seriously?” Javier blinked.

”Who could fight that monster?” Aria chimed in, scoffing. ”Not only is he strong, but he’s also talented beyond normal human standards. And he has those eyes.”

”You mean that Eye of Truth thing?” Javier asked, raising an eyebrow.

”Exactly,” Ari said. ”He sees through everything—plans, lies, magic formations, weak points. Even with our power, facing him directly… we wouldn’t stand a chance without a strong vessel.”

Javier rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ”So even after this… with Liana and Gloria as your vessels, do you think you could fight him?”

Another brief silence.

”No...” Aria admitted quietly. ”Even then, we don’t think we can win.”

Javier fell silent.

Then—

”Seriously!!!?”

Ari answered shyly, ”You know how long he needed to take us both down before…?”

She hesitated, then muttered, ”...Five attacks.”

”...”

”FOR REALLLL!!!??” Javier exploded, nearly jumping from his seat.

After hearing this from both of them, Javier leaned back again, falling into thought.

”…I wonder,” he muttered. ”If I even have a chance to fight him head-on someday. I wonder just how strong he really is.”

But then—a chill ran down his spine.

He remembered.

That day.

His father, Garius, was grinning like a maniac, casually sparring with Alf, Hesbeirn, and that bulky musclehead royal force general, Gilmon…

Using only a wooden sword.

And still pushing all three of them back without breaking a sweat.

Javier’s eyes twitched.

”...No no no no no…” he whispered, immediately shaking his head.

”Better not.”

”Well, young master,” Liana said softly, sitting beside him. ”You are going to be the next lord. That means, sooner or later… you’ll have to fight him anyway.”

Javier froze.

He slowly turned to face her, eyes wide.

”For what?!”

He pointed at himself, then exaggeratedly gestured outward. ”There’s no way! That father of mine is a monster! He defeated both Ari and Aria in five attacks! Five!!”

He flailed his arms. ”I’m sure it’s not just punches and kicks either!”

Ari and Aria both went quiet inside.

”…What kind of attack did he even use?” Javier asked, narrowing his eyes. ”Tell me.”

Again, silence.

”You both can’t tell?”

Aria sighed inside Gloria.

”…Your mother, Francesca, already warned us.”

”Warned you?”

”She said not to speak a word about her. And that also includes how your father attacks… or what kind of skills he truly uses.”

Javier’s jaw dropped.

Ari and Aria didn’t answer.

But the silence was answer enough.

( End of Chapter )