Reborn As Noble Chapter 1186: A Show of Armand’s Might ( 1186 )

Chapter 1186: A Show of Armand’s Might ( 1186 )

Garak crossed his arms, offering a slow shake of his head.

“Ahh… I truly hope they cease their actions before the prince, the king, or Sir Alf arrive. If they persist… I shudder to think what will become of these guards.”

With a stern glare, Marcor clutched his dual magic blades tightly. “I am left wondering about those two maids…” He hesitated, his gaze shifting to the maids positioned behind the soldiers. “Why are they so determined to force their way in? And these guards… what triggered their sudden, violent outburst?”

“Indeed… it is a mystery. If even one of them possessed your hot-blooded nature, I could comprehend it,” Garak teased, giving Marcor a gentle nudge. “But all eight of them simultaneously? That is highly suspicious.”

Marcor noticed one of the maids clutching an unidentified object, just as the eyes of the Mathrias guards nearby flashed a sinister red.

“Garak?”

“I see it too. We are fortunate that our mana talkies are equipped directly into our ears. Beyond simple communication, they possess unique magical attributes engineered by Prince Javier.” Garak focused his mana into the device and gave it a quick tap. “They were intentionally crafted to negate… what was it that Prince Javier called it again?”

Marcor kept his focus fixed on the guards. “Do not pretend you have forgotten, Garak. They are designed to prevent, counter, and neutralize manipulation magic, skills, and curses.”

“Right.” Garak stroked his jaw. “No wonder Prince Javier, our King, and even Sir Alf and Mrs. Erinette were so adamant that every member of the Armand staff, personnel, and maid service keep their mana talkies active at all times.”

Focusing his mana, Marcor tapped his own talkie while glancing toward his companion.

“Garak.”

“I know what must be done.” Garak tapped his device as well. “You reach out to the maids inside, and I shall notify Sir Alf.”

“Understood.” Marcor initiated the connection to the interior rooms. “We have an emergency. Ensure that nobody infiltrates through the windows.”

A brief burst of static preceded a composed reply. “We are currently occupied. Myra has already established a barrier around the bed to protect it from intruders.” She paused to issue a command to her companions. “Watch your left, Myra, someone is breaching through a hidden passage.”

A voice from deep within the room echoed out. “I am aware! Something is assaultng the windows. Why must they come from that direction? Trigger the secondary barrier rod around the bed immediately!”

Hearing the chaotic sounds of breakage, Garak pivoted. “Marcor, we are going in. Once I breach the door, we secure the perimeter and support our maids.”

“Copy that, Garak!” Marcor holstered one blade, drew his mana gun, and funneled mana into the weapon, training his aim on the Mathrias guards.

“Ready. Three, two, one!” As Garak threw the door open, they charged in with precision. Marcor pivoted to cover Garak’s advance before slipping inside himself, a mana gun in one hand and a blade in the other. Once inside, he slammed the door shut, locking it and reinforcing it with an expandable rod to prevent any forced entry.

Garak withdrew his mana gun, opening fire on the grotesque creatures scrambling through the window frames. The battle maids moved with lethal fluidity, their dual magic swords glowing as they cleaved through the beasts with rapid, surgical strikes. Myra remained stationed behind them, directing waves of healing and buffing magic, her hands aglow as she bolstered her allies' speed and raw power.

“Marcor! Deploy additional barrier mana rods along the perimeter! We must seal those breaches!”

“Understood! Provide cover!”

“Go, go, go!” Garak roared, unleashing a hail of fire at the creatures—skinny, hairless abominations oozing dark red miasma, their fangs dripping with acidic saliva.

“Myra! Notify Sir Alf or Mrs. Erinette of the breach! They might be targeting King Garius!”

“On it!” Myra tapped her mana talkie while one of the maids stepped back to screen her, her blades flashing as she bisected another monster.

“All wall rods installed, but I cannot fix the two shattered windows!” Marcor yelled, vaporizing the creatures with his mana gun only to watch more of them pour through the gaps.

“Disregard the openings. Just keep firing!”

A grim smile spread across Marcor’s face as his aura surged. “Time for some real carnage! I couldn’t deal with those pathetic guards before, but these monstrosities?” He barked a jagged laugh, holstering his blade in favor of a second mana gun.

“Time for dual-wielding chaos!”

Out in the courtyard, the situation was unfolding rapidly.

Around fifty battle drones mounted with mana gatling guns and missile pods rained hellfire from the sky, turning the swarming creatures into mist with every explosive burst.

Thirty White Puppet Knights formed an iron line, their mana rifles barking with rhythmic precision to shield Javier and his companions.

Javier watched on with a calm expression, admiring the massive, portable room he had summoned, while his worker puppet knights scrambled to convert it into a fully sterilized surgical facility.

Liana already had her white ore magic bow drawn, her mana flaring as she ignited her combat skills. Gloria summoned her white ore warhammer, Felicia readied her twin magic blades, Delya gripped her massive scythe, and Mimi cinched her battle gauntlets. They looked to Javier, who was casually stroking his chin, his other hand behind his back as he contemplated installing a gatling gun on the roof of the temporary shelter.

“Young Master!” Liana cried out.

Javier looked at her, entirely unperturbed. “Yes?”

“We are in the middle of a major crisis! Does this not mean Gracelle is in grave danger!?”

“Hmm?” Javier glanced at the sky as his drones vaporized the monsters before they could reach his protective line. “Oh, you are worried about her chamber? Rest assured, I stationed six puppet knights inside. I am certain they are dealing with these creatures… right about now. My focus remains solely on this operation.”

Gloria adjusted her glasses, peering at Javier. “Should we not track down the source of this summoning and eliminate them?”

“Nonsense.” Javier shrugged dismissively. “Let them tire themselves out. It is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate Armand’s true strength. They will surely use this rift-summoning tactic in future conflicts; if they see that these monsters are nothing more than fodder for us, they will realize the futility of challenging our house.”

“And what of your family, the Armand staff, and our staff members?” Felicia queried, eyes scanning for any remaining threats.

“Hmm? There is no need for concern. You are well aware of the capabilities of Father, Mother, Alf, and Erinette, are you not?” Javier chuckled softly. “Besides… do you imagine I would be so reckless? My knights have already secured the entire estate. As for the interior, where my kin and my people are stationed… well, let us just say the finest elite puppet knights are guarding them, alongside…” Javier smirked, “…Shironii.”

( End Of Chapter )

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