Reborn As Noble Chapter 1182: Knowledge Without Experience ( 1182 )

Garius settled back into his seat, propping his cheek against a knuckle while his elbow rested firmly on the armrest. He muttered to himself in a low tone.

"We shall see if he can truly pull it off. Frankly, I remain skeptical. He was presented with a golden opportunity before—the most straightforward one—yet he failed to seize it. Even when the fruit of life hung before him, ripe and radiant, he faltered."

Francesca responded with a slow shake of her head.

"That hesitation stemmed from the promise that reminded him of her. You ought to be grateful your youngest still holds you in such high regard. This all traces back to those old vows you made to the women you encountered years ago, promising them marriage."

A soft, amused chuckle escaped Garius.

"I never initiated those promises, you realize. It was your doing, suggesting it to them." A sharp, perceptive glint appeared in his eyes as he cast a glance in her direction.

Francesca flashed a sideways smile at him, appearing quite pleased.

"Don't be coy~ you were the one who made those promises to them~"

Garius shook his head dismissively. "Only because you maneuvered me into a corner where refusal was impossible, forcing my hand to make those pledges."

Softening her expression, Francesca leaned her head against Garius’s arm.

"I was merely ensuring that your fate unfolded exactly as the heavens intended."

Garius shifted his gaze toward Rolland and Sylvia, both of whom remained on their knees.

Collapsing back into his chair, he wore a cold, severe expression.

"Mark my words, Rolland, Sylvia. I repeat what I stated earlier: if my youngest son fails to save Gracelle and the outcome causes him further pain, I will hold you to every syllable I spoke. You would do well to pray that my son succeeds. Now, remove yourselves."

Rolland and Sylvia scrambled to their feet, retreating with cautious steps before exiting the chamber alongside their staff and the butler.

Once the seals on the door clicked shut, Garius exhaled a long, weary breath.

"Those two should have exhausted every possible avenue to preserve their daughter. Family should hold the highest priority, and they ought to have sought any method required for her salvation."

Meanwhile.

Deep inside Gracelle’s chamber.

Javier stood with his hands clutched behind his back, having concluded his inspection of the monitors, pulse readings, IV levels, and Gracelle’s general state. He swiveled around at the sound of a gentle tap at the door.

"Enter."

Upon the door swinging open, Myra entered, accompanied by a pair of battle maids and two Armand elite guards. Collectively, they dipped their heads in a respectful bow toward Javier.

"Your Highness."

"Indeed... how is it, Myra?" Javier looked toward her.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Has Erinette identified a suitable chamber for the procedure yet?"

"Concerning that, Your Highness..." Myra started. "It would be best if you spoke with His Majesty immediately. He requested that I inform you he desires an audience at once."

Javier acknowledged this with a curt nod. "Very well." He glanced at the elite guards positioned behind Myra. "Garak, Marcor."

"Present, Your Highness." The guards stood at rigid attention and snapped a salute.

"You two are tasked with guarding this entryway. Ensure that no person, save for Armand personnel and members of my family, gains entry to this room."

"By your command, Your Highness." Garak and Marcor saluted again before shifting their positions to patrol the corridor.

He then fixed his gaze on the battle maids behind Myra. "Lyphia, Terisa, you are to assist Myra. Keep a constant eye on the patient’s status and maintain the security of the interior."

"As you wish, Your Highness." They bowed with fluid grace.

Turning his focus back to Myra, he reached up to tap his ear.

"Myra?"

"Yes, Your Highness?" Myra looked up to meet his eyes.

"Ensure your mana talkie remains within reach at all times and contact me if any irregularity occurs. Be prepared to deploy your healing arts should the machinery sound any alarms." He gestured toward the array of monitoring devices.

"As you command, Your Highness." Myra gave a graceful curtsey as Javier stepped toward the exit. He halted momentarily and glanced back over his shoulder.

"Myra?"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Did you happen to cross paths with Liana on your way over?"

A smile touched Myra’s lips as she nodded. "Indeed I did, Your Highness. It is difficult to miss her when two knights of your caliber are acting as her escort."

Javier chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "And where is she now?"

"I believe she is currently in the company of your other future wives, Your Highness."

"I see." Javier nodded, his hand coming to rest on the doorknob. "Ensure no one breaches this space. And did you deliver the notice to your team, Myra?"

"I have, Your Highness. They are both on standby. Would you like me to summon them here immediately?" Myra lifted a finger to the mana talkie nestled in her ear.

"Ah... that won't be necessary. It is better to conserve their stamina and reserves of Qi for the time being. I am departing."

"Understood, Your Highness." Myra bowed once more with elegance.

As he navigated the hallway with his hands buried in his pockets, Javier scanned the ornate walls and towering ceilings of the Mathrias estate.

Could I truly pull off a surgical operation?

I served in the military for three years before transitioning to a civilian firm once my enlistment expired. I was trained as a combat medic at the Medical Service School, where I finished both on-the-job training and advanced remedial courses.

Yet, I have never performed an actual surgery. I am not a physician in any professional sense.

While I received extensive training in Tactical Combat Casualty Care, I never advanced further. Perhaps due to the scarcity of time, and following the end of my service, I chose the life of a salaryman over pursuing medical mastery.

A quiet sigh escaped him as his pace faltered, his mind clouded by doubt.

Knowledge is my only true tool.

Perhaps that explains why navigating this reality feels so intuitive.

I have always been a seeker of knowledge. I love literature. Reading grants me insight, a wider perspective, and the capacity to synthesize concepts across disparate domains.

My ability to grasp technology and blend it with this world's magic is solely because I possess an understanding of science and engineering. While magic here is sophisticated, it lacks the systematic rigor of physics and chemistry found in my past world.

During the liberty of my youth, I researched tirelessly and found amusement in exploring every intersection of magic and invention. I became almost fixated on decoding the mechanics of magic, especially with the unique potential to craft and shape reality through my imagination, knowledge, and available alchemical materials.

Nevertheless...

Surgery is an entirely different beast.

Nobody in this world has ever performed such a thing, nor do they understand the concept of opening a body and utilizing healing magic in a surgical theater.

Will I succeed?

What if the procedure goes awry?

I have nothing but theories.

No practical experience, no refined skill.

( End Of Chapter )