Reborn As Noble

Chapter 292 It Was Over ( 292 )

”Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!”

Kenjirouʼs breath came out ragged, his heart pounding violently in his chest. He didnʼt care about honor. He didnʼt care about his so-called ʼparty members.ʼ All he knew was—he had to get away.

”Those brats are monsters! No—theyʼre demons! I-I canʼt win this!”

With shaking hands, he activated every buff he had. Strength Boost. Speed Boost. Agility Boost. Mana Acceleration. His body glowed with divine power as he kicked off the ground with magic, using everything he had to put as much distance between himself and Javier as possible.

Javier slowly turned his gaze, watching Kenjirou flee like a coward. His dead, emotionless eyes followed the running figure.

But before he could move—

A weak grip latched onto his leg.

Javier looked down. The Tank Hero, Damian, was still alive, his face covered in blood, his divine armor completely shattered. Yet, despite his broken body, he refused to let go. He held onto Javier with everything he had, his fingers digging into Javierʼs leg.

His voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

”P…Please…”

Javier didnʼt react.

Damian coughed violently, his entire body trembling.

”…At least… let him run…”

Kenjirouʼs figure grew smaller in the distance, vanishing into the forest.

Javier watched. And for the first time—his lips curled into a slight, barely noticeable smirk. His cold, dead eyes flickered back to the Shield Hero.

Then—he raised the warhammer one last time.

Javier stared down at the lifeless body of the Shield Hero, Damian. His voice was cold, merciless.

”Do you think Iʼll let him run… just like that?”

Without hesitation, Javier reached into his magic storage. A heavy metallic weapon appeared in his hands. A magic cannon. A weapon of pure destruction, crafted by his own hands.

Javier calmly loaded a mana bullet, raising the cannon toward the direction Kenjirou had fled. He took aim.

And fired.

Kenjirou sprinted through the forest, his entire body glowing with buffs, his mind racing.

”I need to get out of here! I need to—”

Then—

BOOOOOOOM!!!

A massive explosion erupted behind him, sending fire, dirt, and shattered trees flying into the air.

Kenjirou stumbled, barely dodging the blast, his body skidding across the forest floor.

”Shit—SHIT—!!”

But before he could regain his footing—

BOOOOM!

Another explosion hit the trees beside him, sending flaming splinters everywhere. Kenjirou screamed as burning debris cut into his flesh.

Then—another shot.

And another.

And another.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The forest was being annihilated.

Kenjirou coughed blood, forcing himself to run again.

”THIS IS INSANE!!”

But Javier did not stop. His expression never changed. His eyes remained cold, empty. He kept firing.

Again.

And again.

Javier stood amidst the ruins of the forest, his magic cannon smoking, his eyes void of emotion. But he wasnʼt stopping.

Another shot.

Again.

And again.

He kept firing, as if erasing everything in front of him would somehow erase the pain inside him.

A powerful gust of wind blew through the battlefield.

Then—

A golden glow surrounded the area.

”Francesca!”

Gariusʼs command rang through the air.

Francesca nodded, her expression calm yet firm. She leaped into the air, activating her Control Area skill. A gentle yet powerful force spread across the battlefield, suppressing all chaotic mana in the vicinity.

But Javier did not stop. His body trembled violently, yet he kept loading his cannon, kept firing, kept destroying.

Garius exhaled slowly. Both of his eyes changed color. Mystic patterns swirled across them, glowing faintly under the dim firelight.

When Garius saw Javierʼs eyes—his heart tightened.

Blank.

Expressionless.

Emotionless.

Javierʼs blood-red irises were filled with nothing. His body was covered in wounds, yet he acted like he felt nothing. Blood dripped from his hands, his mouth, his nose—but he kept moving.

Garius narrowed his eyes. He activated another skill—

But before he could react—

Javier vanished.

And appeared right in front of him.

With no hesitation—none at all—Javier swung the warhammer downward.

Garius glanced up at the attack—and smiled.

”Javier, control the rage.”

Javier did not listen. Experience tales at

The hammer swung down with monstrous force.

BOOOOM!

But—

Garius caught it.

With one hand.

As if the attack were nothing.

Javierʼs eyes didnʼt even flicker. His body tensed to strike again.

But Gariusʼs grip tightened slightly.

And then—everything stopped.

Meanwhile, Erinnette knelt beside the fallen bodies of Liana and Gloria. Her usually calm expression was grim.

”Alf.”

Alf immediately moved beside her, his own expression unreadable.

”Their wounds are severe.”

Erinnette gently placed her hands over Lianaʼs chest, her mana flowing into her body.

But—the injuries were deep. Too deep. She bit her lip.

”Assist me, dear.”

Alf nodded. From his magic pouch, he took out a small metal tool—one designed for delicate, high-level healing work.

Then—he pulled out a small glowing seed and carefully planted it into the wounds. A soft green glow enveloped them. The healing process had begun.

But there was no time to relax.

Because on the other side of the battlefield—

Javier had yet to return to himself.

Francesca watched quietly, her usual gentle smile slowly fading. Javier kept attacking Garius, over and over. But Garius didnʼt budge. He treated each attack as if it were nothing—as if it were a childʼs tantrum.

Yet Javier didnʼt stop. Again. And again. And again. His expression never changed. His eyes were still blank. Still lifeless.

Then—

Francescaʼs aura darkened.

A deep, suffocating pressure spread across the battlefield.

Everyone froze. Even Garius glanced at her with mild amusement.

”Javier...”

Her voice was calm. Too calm. But it carried a weight heavier than the war itself.

”...You better control your rage... or—”

She vanished.

Javier sensed it. He swung the warhammer instinctively—

But Francesca appeared behind him in an instant.

Before the strike could land—

SLAP!

A single strike to his wrist—and the warhammer fell from his grasp, slamming into the ground.

Javier vanished.

But before he could even launch another attack—

Francesca caught him mid-air.

With one hand.

Javier struggled, but—he couldnʼt move. Her grip was absolute.

Then—a warm, radiant glow surrounded her. She activated her skill—

[White Light]

A soft, holy glow enveloped the area.

Then—

She hummed a familiar tune.

A lullaby.

The same lullaby she used to sing to him when he was small. Her voice was soothing, calm, filled with warmth.

”Sleep… my honey bun.”

Javierʼs rage flickered. His vision blurred. His body went limp. The limiters he had removed forcefully snapped back into place.

And then—

Javier collapsed into Francescaʼs arms.

For the first time that night—

It was over.

( End of Chapter )