Reborn As Noble

The figure’s aura slowly seeped from his body, a suffocating, oppressive weight that pressed down on the entire hall. The air grew thick, heavy with malevolent power, making the three kneeling sins tremble even harder, their breaths shallow and ragged.

His gaze shifted toward Gioni, his voice low and regal, carrying the weight of absolute authority.

”Gluttony.”

Gioni’s massive body flinched violently, his voice cracking like a frightened child. ”M... Master... G... Gioni was just hungry... Gioni just wanted to...”

The figure’s aura flared, surging outward in a violent wave that swept through the entire hall. Everyone present, even Primarch and the other sins, felt the crushing pressure. Their bodies trembled, their breaths hitching as they struggled to remain composed under the overwhelming weight of his presence.

Outside the castle, across the entire realm, every devil, every creature, every being that called this dark domain home felt the surge of power. They froze in place, their bodies shaking, their instincts screaming at them to flee, to hide, to do anything to escape the wrath of their master.

”Hungry?”

The figure’s voice echoed through the hall, cold and unforgiving. He remained seated on his throne, his posture unchanged, his gaze fixed on Gioni with chilling intensity.

”The Herd has already been prepared. Everything you could ever desire to consume has been raised, bred, and fattened for your hunger. The moment I gave the order, it was ready. All you had to do was wait. All you had to do was be patient.”

He paused, his voice dropping into something darker, more dangerous.

”And yet, you chose to slip out. You chose to disobey. You chose to act on your own, without my permission, without my command.”

His eyes narrowed, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade as he turned his gaze to Erebra.

”And you, Erebra. You followed him. You watched him slip out, and you chose to indulge your own curiosity instead of stopping him. You chose to witness the chaos instead of preventing it.”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping into a low, resonant tone.

”Because of your disobedience, you were both destroyed. Scattered back to your raw essence. The power you had accumulated over years, the strength you had built, the presence you had cultivated... all of it, gone.”

He paused, his voice cold and unforgiving.

”Every drop of power, every shred of strength, every ounce of presence you had gathered... wiped away in an instant. You are starting from nothing again. You are not even shadows of what you were. You are empty vessels, waiting to be filled once more. And it will take centuries to rebuild what you foolishly threw away.”

His gaze swept over all three of them, his voice carrying a weight of bitter disappointment.

”If you had simply waited. If you had followed my orders. If you had trusted my plan, you would have grown strong enough to face Garius and Fransesca’s sons on equal footing. You would have been unstoppable. But now...”

His voice dropped into a cold, final whisper.

”Now, you have ruined everything.”

Just as the figure’s final words echoed through the hall, a wave of dark black flame erupted from the floor, engulfing the three kneeling figures in an instant.

Wrexa screamed, her voice cracking into a raw, agonized shriek as the flames seared through her. She thrashed against the stone floor, her fingers clawing at the ground, her legs kicking uselessly as she tried to escape the unrelenting fire.

”M... MASTER! I’M SORRY! ARGHHHH! PLEASE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE STOP! I BEG YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE STOP!”

Erebra convulsed violently, her body writhing and twisting. She rolled across the stone, her back arching, her mouth stretched wide in a silent scream before another wave of agony tore through her. Her fingers dug into her own skin, leaving deep gashes as she clawed at herself, desperate to tear the burning flesh from her bones. Her screams came out broken, guttural, mixing with wet, choking sobs.

Gioni wailed like a wounded beast, his massive body thrashing against the flames. His regeneration worked frantically, new flesh bubbling up only to be consumed again in an endless cycle of burning and regrowth.

”GIONI SORRY! GIONI SORRY! IT HURTS! GIONI BURNING! GIONI BURNING! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MASTER!”

Luvia averted her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched tightly in her lap.

Gryre remained silent, slipping the dark purple gem back into his pocket before fixing his gaze on the floor, his expression unreadable.

Selon simply watched, his face impassive, his body relaxed in his seat as if this were just another boring spectacle.

Primarch sat perfectly still, his posture regal and composed, his gaze fixed forward, showing no reaction, no emotion, no sign of discomfort.

The flames continued to consume the three sins, their screams echoing through the hall, until the figure raised one hand. The fire vanished instantly, leaving the three of them collapsed on the stone floor, their bodies smoking, twitching, barely conscious.

The figure’s gaze shifted toward Primarch, his voice calm and commanding.

”Pride.”

Primarch rose from his seat with regal composure, his movements smooth and unhurried. He turned to face the figure and bowed his head slightly, his voice steady and respectful.

”Yes, Master?”

”Tell me what you observed. When Gluttony and Envy fought that boy.”

Primarch straightened, his arms crossing over his chest as he spoke, his voice calm and measured.

”That boy is one of Garius’s sons. But unlike Marcellus, the strongest wizard, or Cedric, the strongest and only paladin, this boy is different. The power he used to defeat both Gioni and Erebra is unlike any we have encountered before. It is not purely divine, nor is it purely arcane. It carries the essence of purification, but also the weight of creation. It is a power that should not exist in this world, yet he wields it with the ease of a master.”

Primarch’s voice remained calm, but his words carried weight.

”During my observation of his battle against Erebra and Gioni, I assessed his power. He possesses a level of strength and magical capability that rivals what Garius himself displayed in his youth. His control over multiple elements, his ability to purify and destroy corruption, his tactical awareness, and his sheer combat prowess are all exceptional.”

Selon’s eyes widened, his lazy posture snapping upright as he leaned forward in his seat.

”Wait... Does that mean the presence I felt back when I fetched Wrexa... that wasn’t Garius?”

( End Of Chapter )