Reborn As Noble

Chapter 251 Plans and Preparations ( 251 )

Lord Garius walked through the barracks, his sharp gaze inspecting the neatly lined-up soldiers. Alf, Erinnete, and Hesbeirn followed closely behind, their expressions serious. Behind them, Rasdingen trailed along, gnawing on a thick slab of meat with one hand while clutching a bottle of strong liquor in the other.

Garius glanced over his shoulder. ”Rasdingen.”

The dwarven blacksmith took a swig from his bottle before responding. ”Aye, mʼlord?”

Garius nodded approvingly. ”Good job upgrading our armyʼs armor and weapons.”

Rasdingen grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ”Heh! ʼCourse, mʼlord! With our own mines producinʼ the ore, weʼre gettinʼ nothinʼ but high-quality stuff! Iʼve reinforced the armor usinʼ a mix oʼ mithril and iron—light ʼnough fer speed, strong ʼnough to take a good bash! Weapons too—sharper ʼn tougher than before!”

Garius smirked. ”Thatʼs what I like to hear.”

He turned to Hesbeirn. ”Looks like our military is expanding well. We have magic bow squads, crossbowmen, knights, and swordsmen all properly trained.”

Hesbeirn gave a firm nod. ”Yes, my lord. All of them are recruited from our own region—no outsiders. Only locals, trained to be the best.”

Garius folded his arms. ”Good. And what about talent for Cedricʼs personal Paladin unit?”

Hesbeirn paused before replying. ”Weʼve found some promising recruits, my lord. But… if I may ask, why build a new Paladin unit? Master Cedricʼs current squad already has a hundred members.”

Garius sighed, his gaze sharp. ”Because those men were trained in the royal academy. Theyʼre skilled, but theyʼre not from Armand. We donʼt know their backgrounds or true loyalties. I want Cedric to have his own unit—one that he personally trains, just like Marcellus with his battle mage unit.”

Hesbeirn grunted in understanding. ”A personal force made up of our own people… I see your point, my lord. Iʼll begin selecting the best candidates immediately.”

Garius nodded. ”Do it.”

He glanced back at Rasdingen, who was already taking another swig of his liquor. ”And you—keep the forges burning. I expect nothing but the best for our soldiers.”

Rasdingen grinned, showing off his ale-stained teeth. ”Heh! Aye, mʼlord! Ye got yerself the best damn blacksmith this side oʼ the continent! Iʼll make sure our boys got the finest gear there is!”

Garius smirked, satisfied.

Turning his gaze to Alf, Gariusʼs expression was unreadable. ”Alf. Status on your Assassin Household?”

Alf stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. ”Weʼve upgraded all equipment, armor, and tools, my lord. Our units have grown stronger—incorporating new stealth tactics and strategic combat methods. Weʼve also expanded our numbers, strengthening both our scout and intelligence divisions. Everything is progressing according to your strategy and plan.”

Garius nodded, pleased. ”Good. Maintain the pace. I want our intelligence network to be second to none.”

He then turned to Erinnete. ”And the maids?”

Erinnete gave a small smile, her stance composed as ever. ”The two children that Young Master Javier took in from the capital city—Iria and Iziya—have shown promising talent, just as you predicted, my lord. They are undergoing training now, and I believe they will grow into capable assets.”

She paused briefly before continuing. ”As for our maid recruitment, both the standard household maids and battle maids are currently being selected and trained. We are ensuring that every candidate meets our high standards, my lord.”

Garius leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered officers. ”Good. Continue the recruitment and training. I want only the best serving this household.”

Both Alf and Erinnete bowed. ”As you command, my lord.”

With each passing day, the Armand Household grew stronger—its forces expanding, its influence solidifying. Garius knew one thing for certain: when the time came, they would be ready.

Erinnete stepped forward, her expression calm yet sharp. ”My lord, I believe the recent incident at the border gate will not go unnoticed. The Marquis and other nobles will likely make their move soon. According to our intelligence unit, they have already started seeking favor from the summoned heroes.”

Garius leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the hilt of his sword. ”Hmm… The current heroes wonʼt be able to do much. They already know how strong Marcellus and Cedric are. If they were to make a move, it wouldnʼt be so soon. At least… not yet.”

Alf crossed his arms, his gaze cold. ”Even if all of the summoned heroes decided to challenge them, they know they canʼt win—not against the strongest magician and paladin in the kingdom.”

Rasdingen let out a low chuckle, taking a swig of his liquor. ”Hah! Let ʼem try. Ainʼt no hero or noble brat who can match those two lads in a fair fight. ʼSpecially not with that fancy academy traininʼ they rely on.”

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Hesbeirn remained silent for a moment before speaking. ”If they know they canʼt win directly, then they will scheme. They will look for weaknesses—use political pressure, underhanded tactics, or try to force a confrontation in an unfair setting.”

Garius grinned slightly, his expression unreadable. ”Let them come.”

He turned to Alf and Erinnete. ”Strengthen our intelligence network further. Watch their movements closely. If they seek to move against us, I want to know before they even take their first step.”

”As you command, my lord,” they replied in unison.

Meanwhile,inside the manor.

Marcellus and Cedric sat comfortably in the main dining room, enjoying their noble breakfast in peace.

Munch. Munch.

Marcellus sliced into his steak, savoring the rich, perfectly cooked meat. ”This steak is good.”

Cedric nodded, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip. ”Yeah… and this wine… ummph! Delicious.”

Then—suddenly, as if struck by instinct—both brothers froze. Their hands paused mid-air, their chewing slowed, and their eyes darted around the room. Their relaxed expressions quickly turned into mild panic.

Marcellus whispered, ”Wait… whereʼs Father?”

Cedric swallowed hard. ”You donʼt think—”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Then, Marcellus exhaled in relief, leaning back in his chair. ”Phew… False alarm. Heʼs not here.”

Cedric slumped back as well, taking another sip of wine. ”Damn, I nearly choked.”

They both relaxed again, resuming their meal—but the paranoia lingered. Garius was terrifying when it came to discipline. Getting caught drinking wine so early in the morning? That was just asking for trouble.

Just then, Javier strolled into the dining room, spotting his older brothers indulging in their luxurious breakfast. As expected, Marcellus and Cedric were seated comfortably, enjoying their meal—each accompanied by their personal maids, Lithia and Meira.

Javierʼs eyes gleamed mischievously. ”Oho~”

Marcellus glanced at him lazily, cutting into his steak without pause. ”Ugh… donʼt just stand there, boy. Sit if you want to eat.”

Cedric sighed, sipping his wine. ”Yeah, yeah. Just donʼt cause trouble this early.”

Javier grinned and plopped into his seat. ”Liana?” He turned toward his maid, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Liana sighed knowingly, already expecting his request. ”Yes, yes, Young Master. Iʼll get your meat.”

Javier beamed. ”Ehehehe… meat~”

( End of Chapter )