Reborn As Noble Chapter 1181: Confrontation & Consequences ( 1181 )

In the meantime.

Within the grand hall of the Mathrias manor.

Garius occupied a seat with Francesca seated next to him.

Rolland and Sylvia knelt in front of them, accompanied by their senior officials and the butler.

Alf and Erinette remained close by, supported by numerous battle maids and elite Armand guards who encircled the vicinity.

"So..." Garius squinted his eyes at Rolland. "Tell me, Rolland..."

Rolland remained quiet.

"Why wait until the final moment to inform me of Gracelle’s situation?" Garius questioned, his tone firm and resolute.

Rolland prepared to respond when Garius unleashed his aura, rendering the room’s atmosphere thick and suffocating.

"Don’t claim it was to avoid burdening me." Garius’s voice grew sharper. "Are we not friends? Pals ought not to conceal such matters from one another, particularly in circumstances as grave as this.

Rolland stayed silent once more, words escaping him.

Francesca’s gaze intensified as she stared steadily at Sylvia.

"Now, Sylvia."

"Y... yes... Your... Majesty..." Sylvia replied haltingly, her hands and frame quivering.

"You count as my friend too. We’ve shared a bond for many years, beyond simple familiarity, but as true companions. Yet you failed to notify me about her?"

"I... I’m sorry... Your Majesty... I..." Sylvia’s voice quivered, her mind fractured by dread and sorrow. "I was too absorbed in Gracelle’s state... My mind wasn’t clear..."

Francesca’s aura surged fiercely, her rage apparent with her eyes gleaming. "That’s exactly why you needed to reason soundly and request assistance from Armand!"

Sylvia’s features blanched. "Back then... Armand endured assault from the noble alliance... We couldn’t provide aid or lodge complaints with the royal court... Seeking support from Armand during your fight for endurance would’ve been disgraceful. Following the war’s conclusion, Gracelle’s health edged better a little, so we dismissed it... until it declined further. We neglected to seek help until Gracelle, frail weeks prior, voiced... her longing to behold Javier once more. That sparked our recollection..."

Garius’s aura erupted while he fixed a fierce stare on Rolland. "We’ve crossed paths over twice in previous royal gatherings! Still, you withheld it? Even in the latest royal assembly, as Kliatana forfeited her title and status as princess of the Human Kingdom, Gracelle’s plight escaped your mention. That’s intolerable."

Precisely as Garius neared venting his fury, a gentle rap resounded from the entrance.

Garius reclined in his seat, elbow upon the armrest, cheek upheld by his knuckle.

"Come in."

The entrance parted, and Myra glided in with elegance. She paused at a suitable range and inclined her head smoothly to Garius and Francesca.

"Your Majesty."

Garius regarded her. "Well, what’s her status?"

Myra inclined her head anew and proceeded to detail in a serene, expert manner. "Lady Gracelle’s state has been steadied. Prince Javier succeeded in restarting her heart and attached her to sophisticated life-support devices. Her vital signs receive constant watch, and she rests now, per Prince Javier, in a medically prompted slumber to permit her body’s recuperation from the burden. The core issue seems a creeping curse toxin, yet deeper scrutiny is essential."

"Hmm..." Garius eyed her. "So she’s steady at present?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Prince Javier has affirmed her stability for now, although additional care is vital to confront the root problem."

"Then, what’s Javier’s next move?" Garius inquired.

Myra bowed elegantly once more. "Per Prince Javier, the subsequent action involves executing a procedure to tackle the fundamental origin of Lady Gracelle’s ailment. He’s called for two battle maids and two elite Armand guards to post in her chamber for protection and support."

"Hmm..." Garius looked at Myra prior to directing his sight toward Alf and Erinette.

Alf aligned his glove and bowed mildly. "Your Majesty, if Prince Javier fears a lingering curse toxin, employing any space in the Mathrias residence for the procedure would prove reckless. The peril of pollution or disruption looms large."

Erinette inclined with poise. "Alf’s words ring true, Your Majesty. Executing the procedure in a regulated setting would offer greater safety."

Garius’s right eye shimmered subtly as he caressed his chin. "Erinette."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Designate two battle maids adept in healing and pick two elite guards to join Myra with Javier."

He shifted to Alf. "Alf?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Reach our command hub and direct them to order the Armand Naval Base to deploy a unit of elite special operatives by sky transport. Given the present mana satellite array, mana talkie links should flow without hitches."

"As you order, Your Majesty." Alf grinned and bowed.

Garius peered at Myra.

"Myra?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Myra refined her bearing.

"The battle maids and guards chosen by Erinette shall escort you. Direct Javier to return here and confer with me. Remain in the chamber while he’s gone, and confirm all maintain mana talkies secured in ears nonstop."

"As you command, Your Majesty." Myra bowed, withdrew three steps, rotated, and advanced smoothly to the door, with two guards and a battle maid in close pursuit.

With the door sealed, Garius cast his harsh gaze upon Rolland and Sylvia.

"You two ought to beseech that my son succeeds in rescuing your daughter."

His gaze deepened gravely. "Should he falter and I behold him in tears anew, I’ll warrant no Armand military backing reaches Mathrias, irrespective of perils from bordering lands."

He confronted Rolland squarely, his right eye aglow softly. "I mean every word. You both realize I issue no idle warnings."

Rolland and Sylvia alike grew mute, powerless to reply or confront Garius’s stare.

Garius eyed Francesca.

"We can only hope our youngest boy manages to save her."

Francesca offered a subtle smile. "I’m confident he knows his business, since he’s my Honey Bun~"

Garius emitted a gentle chuckle. "You’ll persist with that moniker? He nears adulthood, after all."

"Yes~ I’ll stick to calling him that~ Even at 100 years old~"

Garius chuckled and released a light laugh. "Do you suppose I, alongside our whole kin, might endure beyond 100? Bear in mind, Honey, we’re all plain mortals."

Francesca beamed. "Who can tell~ Some revelation might arrive before his eighteenth year~ Furthermore, remember, Mylezra’s an Elf. I’m certain she’d reject her adored mate, awaited through years for union, growing aged and forsaking her life’s sole affection to solitude~"

Garius propped his cheek on his knuckle. "I question if he could remedy that."

"A-ah." Francesca twirled her slim finger at him. "Once he grasps the method, I’ll ensure refusal is impossible for you~ And you know I’m earnest~"

( End Of Chapter )