Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1178: Fading Breath and a Glowing Hand ( 1178 )

Sylvia’s voice broke, a mix of sadness and anger rising within her. ”Don’t you ever say that! Please... just hold on for a moment longer.”

Gracelle smiled faintly, looking at her mother. ”I’m... sorry... mo... ther...” She began to struggle for breath, her chest rising and falling with difficulty, her mouth gasping softly.

”Gracelle! Gracelle!” Sylvia’s voice grew frantic. ”Rolland!!! Call the healer!!!!!”

Rolland turned and rushed to the door, shouting toward the guards nearby. ”Get the healers back here, now!”

Gracelle forced a weak smile. ”Mother... father... I really can’t feel... my legs... and my vision... is fading...” Her voice grew softer, her body trembling slightly as a cold numbness spread through her limbs.

She used the last of her strength to slowly touch her mother’s hand, her own trembling with fear. ”Mother... father... thank... you... for... everything... for caring... for me... for looking... after me...”

Sylvia tried her best to stay strong but broke into tears, her voice choked with emotion. ”Gracelle... Gracelle...”

Gracelle took one last, deep, shuddering breath, her eyes slowly closing as she whispered her final words. ”Thank... you...”

”Gracelle!!!!!” Sylvia screamed hysterically as she felt her daughter’s grip go limp, her hand turning cold in her own.

Rolland slumped against the wall, his back sliding down as he buried his face in his hands, weeping silently.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside.

”MOVE OVER!!!!” a voice shouted from a distance.

The double doors, which had been left slightly ajar, were kicked open from the outside, and Javier appeared, panting heavily.

His eyes widened as he saw Sylvia crying over the bed and noticed the girl lying there, her body frail and skeletal, cheeks hollow, skin pale and thin, a heartbreaking sight of prolonged suffering.

He rushed to the side of the bed, placing two fingers on her neck while channeling mana.

He pushed Sylvia aside, ensuring he could work without interference and prevent any potential curse from spreading.

Snapping his fingers, he opened his dimensional storage. Several items and inventions materialized around the bed, a mana defibrillator, a mana ventilator, a mana infusion pump, and other advanced medical devices.

He quickly put on a unique monocle, tapping it to activate its appraisal function.

His eyes turned deadly serious.

Javier raised both palms, his aura intensifying as a soft, glowing light emanated from his hands, aimed directly at Gracelle’s frail form.

”Purify.”

A gentle, radiant light enveloped her body, soothing her pale skin and hollowed face, washing over her with a warmth that ease the lingering traces of suffering.

Without pausing, he activated another advanced skill.

”Cleanse.”

A wave of pure, cleansing energy swept through the room, removing any lingering odors, impurities, and unseen contaminants from the air, the bed, and Gracelle’s body itself.

While the light still glowed around her, he reached into his dimensional storage and retrieved six small, glowing cubes. They floated into position around Gracelle’s bed, humming softly as they began to emit a stabilizing field.

He channeled his mana and carefully tore open Gracelle’s clothes at the chest, revealing her delicate, pale skin and the gentle curve of her breasts, still beautiful despite her frailty.

Placing both hands over her heart, he began channeling mana directly into her chest, performing a form of mana-based CPR, his movements precise and urgent as he fought to restart her heart.

”Myra!!!” Javier shouted.

The master healer stepped inside gracefully, dressed in her healer’s robes. ”Yes, Your Highness?”

”Cast a healing skill on her while I stabilize her vitals.”

”As you command, Your Highness.”

Javier turned and glared at Sylvia and Rolland. ”You two, get out now!”

Mathrias guards and the butler moved to interfere, not yet recognizing the intruder, their hands reaching for their weapons. But before they could act, Liana, Gloria, and the others appeared behind them, blades pressed to their necks, while several Armand elite guards aimed mana rifles at them.

”Don’t even think about harming Prince Javier De Armand,” Liana said, her eyes sharp and her aura flaring dangerously, her weapon steady against the butler’s neck.

Rolland’s eyes widened as he noticed the Armand Golden Pekko emblem on Javier’s clothes. He swallowed hard.

”Everyone... drop your weapons,” Rolland said in a low, strained voice.

All his guards immediately dropped their weapons as Garius appeared, escorted by Alf, his expression stern and calm.

The Mathrias butler trembled as he recognized Alf in person.

”Hmm?” Alf adjusted his glasses. ”It seems your guards failed to notice the Armand emblem on His Highness’s attire. Attempting to harm the Prince of Armand carries severe consequences.”

Garius looked down at Rolland, who had dropped to one knee, his expression unreadable.

”Everyone, get out of this room. And you, Rolland.” Garius paused, narrowing his glare. ”We have a lot to discuss.”

”Ye... yes, Ga... Garius,” Rolland stammered.

Alf stepped forward, drawing a weapon from beneath his butler attire. ”Address His Majesty with the proper title. This is an official visit from the King of the Armand Nation, not a casual meeting between friends.”

Francesca appeared shortly after, standing calmly beside Garius.

”Sylvia.” Francesca called her with a voice rarely heard, calm, soft, yet carrying an undercurrent of controlled anger. ”You’re coming with us as well.”

She glanced around, and the air suddenly grew heavy with her aura.

”I didn’t come here to chat or gossip, Sylvia. And you know that.”

”F... Francesca.”

Erinette, standing behind Francesca, glared hard at Sylvia. ”You should know your place and address Her Majesty properly.”

”Forgive me... Your Majesty.”

Francesca looked at Javier with serious eyes. ”Honey bun.”

”Yes, esteemed Mother.”

”Do what you can.” She turned gracefully but glanced back over her shoulder. ”Come find us if you need any help.”

Garius’s right eye glowed faintly as he looked at Gracelle before turning away, hands clasped behind him.

”Javier De Armand.”

”Yes, esteemed Father.”

”You know what to do. Don’t worry about the consequences. It cannot leave now. It’s your turn.”

”Thank you, Father. Thank you, Mother.”

Francesca smiled over her shoulder. ”We have something urgent to attend to. Just focus... okay?”

( End Of Chapter )