Reborn As Noble Chapter 1178: Fading Breath and a Glowing Hand ( 1178 )
Previously on Reborn As Noble...
Sylvia's voice cracked, filled with a blend of sorrow and fury. “Don’t you dare say that! Please... just hang in there a bit longer.”
Gracelle offered a weak smile, gazing at her mother. “I’m... sorry... mo... ther...” Her breathing became labored, chest heaving unevenly, lips parting in faint gasps.
“Gracelle! Gracelle!” Sylvia's tone turned desperate. “Rolland!!! Summon the healer right away!!!!!”
Rolland spun around and dashed to the door, yelling at the nearby guards. “Bring the healers here immediately!”
Gracelle managed a feeble grin. “Mother... father... I can’t... sense... my legs... and my sight... is blurring...” Her words softened, body quivering as icy numbness crept into her extremities.
With her remaining energy, she gently grasped her mother’s hand, her fingers shaking from dread. “Mother... father... thank... you... for... everything... for... loving... me... for... protecting... me...”
Sylvia fought to remain composed but dissolved into sobs, her voice thick with grief. “Gracelle... Gracelle...”
Gracelle drew in one final, ragged breath, her eyelids fluttering shut as she murmured her last words. “Thank... you...”
“Gracelle!!!!!” Sylvia cried out in anguish as her daughter’s hold slackened, the once-warm hand growing icy in her grasp.
Rolland collapsed against the wall, his body sliding down while he covered his face with his hands, shedding quiet tears.
All at once, noise broke out beyond the room.
“STAND ASIDE!!!!” a distant voice bellowed.
The doors, slightly open, were flung wide by a forceful kick, and Javier burst in, breathing hard.
His gaze grew wide upon seeing Sylvia weeping beside the bed and the girl there, her frame emaciated and bony, face sunken, flesh ashen and translucent—a devastating image of extended torment.
He hurried to the bedside, pressing two fingers to her neck as he directed mana through them.
Gently shoving Sylvia away, he made sure to operate freely and stop any possible curse from extending further.
With a snap of his fingers, he accessed his dimensional storage. Various tools and devices appeared near the bed: a mana defibrillator, a mana ventilator, a mana infusion pump, along with other sophisticated healing apparatuses.
He swiftly donned a special monocle, tapping it to engage its scanning feature.
His expression hardened with grave intent.
Javier lifted his palms, his presence surging as a mild, luminous glow flowed from them, focused straight on Gracelle’s weakened body.
“Purify.”
A tender, shining light wrapped around her, calming her ashen complexion and gaunt features, bathing her in comforting heat that dissolved the remnants of pain.
Not stopping, he invoked yet another potent ability.
“Cleanse.”
A surge of pristine, purifying force rushed across the chamber, clearing away persistent smells, dirt, and invisible pollutants from the atmosphere, the bedding, and Gracelle herself.
As the glow lingered on her, he pulled six tiny, radiant cubes from his storage. They hovered into place surrounding her bed, vibrating gently while projecting a steadying barrier.
He directed his mana and cautiously ripped open Gracelle’s top at the chest area, exposing her fragile, colorless skin and the soft swell of her breasts, still lovely amid her weakness.
Positioning his hands above her heart, he poured mana straight into her torso, executing a mana-infused CPR technique, his actions sharp and pressing as he battled to revive her heartbeat.
“Myra!!!” Javier called out.
The chief healer entered with poise, attired in her healer’s garb. “Yes, Your Highness?”
“Apply a healing spell on her as I secure her life signs.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Javier whirled to face Sylvia and Rolland with a fierce stare. “You both, leave this instant!”
The Mathrias guards and butler advanced to intervene, failing to identify the stranger, reaching for their arms. Yet Liana, Gloria, and their group emerged behind them, swords at their throats, while Armand’s top guards trained mana rifles on the group.
“Don’t dream of touching Prince Javier De Armand,” Liana warned, her gaze piercing and energy crackling threateningly, blade firm against the butler’s skin.
Rolland’s eyes bulged as he spotted the Armand Golden Pekko insignia on Javier’s outfit. He gulped nervously.
“All of you... lower your arms,” Rolland instructed in a quiet, tense whisper.
His men instantly let their weapons fall as Garius entered, guided by Alf, his face composed and authoritative.
The Mathrias butler shook upon seeing Alf up close.
“Hmm?” Alf pushed up his glasses. “Your security overlooked the Armand crest on His Highness’s clothing. Threatening the Armand Prince brings dire repercussions.”
Garius peered down at Rolland, now kneeling on one knee, his features inscrutable.
“Clear out of this space, everyone. And you, Rolland.” Garius halted, his eyes narrowing sharply. “We’ve got much to address.”
“Ye... yes, Ga... Garius,” Rolland stuttered.
Alf moved ahead, pulling a blade from under his servant’s uniform. “Use the correct form of address for His Majesty. This is a formal delegation from the Armand Kingdom’s ruler, not an informal gathering of acquaintances.”
Francesca arrived moments later, positioning herself steadily next to Garius.
“Sylvia.” Francesca addressed her in a tone seldom used, serene and gentle, but laced with restrained ire. “You’re joining us too.”
She surveyed the surroundings, and the atmosphere thickened under her influence.
“I’m not here for idle talk or rumors, Sylvia. And you’re aware of that.”
“F... Francesca.”
Erinette, positioned behind Francesca, fixed Sylvia with a stern look. “Know your station and speak to Her Majesty with respect.”
“Pardon me... Your Majesty.”
Francesca regarded Javier intently. “Honey bun.”
“Yes, esteemed Mother.”
“Do everything possible.” She pivoted elegantly but looked back briefly. “Seek us out if you require assistance.”
Garius’s right eye shimmered subtly as he observed Gracelle before departing, arms folded behind his back.
“Javier De Armand.”
“Yes, esteemed Father.”
“You understand your duty. Ignore any fallout. She mustn’t go now. It’s on you.”
“Thank you, Father. Thank you, Mother.”
Francesca offered a smile from behind. “We have pressing matters. Just concentrate... alright?”
( End Of Chapter )