Reborn As Noble Chapter 1201: Divine Slurs and Smirks ( 1201 )

Meanwhile.

In some remote region of the world, distant from the present continent.

The Highest Tower.

A woman perched on an elevated throne-resembling seat, her legs crossed with grace. Two guards in distinctive golden cuirass armor stood by her side, clutching golden round shields and pikes, their faces stern and resolute.

Yet another lady wore a scant, billowing gown that highlighted her curves, flanked by two female fighters in plate armor that alluringly bared their cleavage, midriffs, and beyond. She propped her elbow on the throne's armrest, her cheek lazily resting against the back of her hand.

"Ahhhh~ Where is she? She’s always late for gatherings like this."

The first woman gave a sinister chuckle. "She’s likely tangled up in bed with her picked hero. Wonder what that whore sees in those guys. She sleeps with every summoned hero she’s got, even in groups sometimes..."

"Yeah. What a filthy, promiscuous slut. She only picks men. Look at me—I select only the cream of the crop."

The first woman flashed a wicked smile, sensually adjusting her position by crossing her legs the opposite way. "I pick only the top fighters. Curious why you go for numbers, when I prioritize... quality~"

"My~? Implying my summoned heroes are mere quantity? Hmm?"

"Ara~? Isn’t it true? What’s up with your thirteen chosen heroes? Hmm? Ten girls and just three guys. And even those, only the pretty ones~" She taunted blatantly, voice laced with scorn. "You and her share that odd preference in selections. Maybe you’ve been bedding all your heroes and heroines? Hmm?"

"Seeking a brawl? Hmm? My bedroom activities are no concern of yours. You talk like I’m the sole one indulging~. Drop the innocent act."

"My~ I never claimed I avoid sleeping with my chosen heroes, but unlike you, I do it solely to boost their power. Not for pleasure~" She grinned, folding her arms. "And by quality, I mean their endurance and cock size. Not like you or that whore~"

She kept up the taunts. "I wager you picked ten stunning girls and three handsome men to enjoy both sides~ Right, Maekaria?"

Maekaria shot a sharp glare, arms crossed tightly. "That’s not your business. Anyway, you and that slut mirror each other, picking only men for summoned heroes. Five of them, correct, Rafazelia?"

"Naturally, Maekaria. Five prime ones, all packing huge cocks. Unlike you~ with just three pretty boys and ten girls." She grinned mockingly, tone full of derision. "What’s that about? Do you relish getting pounded by heroes, pegging them, and railing all your heroines with your dick? Quite the twisted fun~"

Maekaria rose to her feet, her aura surging. "I’d say you’ve lived too long and crave an early end."

Rafazelia merely folded her arms with a cunning grin. "Feel free to try, but don’t think I’ll make it easy~ Unlike your male heroes who take it up the ass while pounding your pussy, I won’t play nice."

Maekaria’s aura intensified, eyes blazing with fury. "Today marks your end at my hands."

"Ara~" Rafazelia rose smoothly, offering a taunting smile. "Better ready your coffin."

Right as they poised to clash, elegant footsteps resounded in the hall, drawing both their gazes to the entrance.

"Hah! The slut’s finally shown up," Maekaria sneered at the newcomer.

Rafazelia grinned and crossed her arms, eyeing the woman approaching leisurely. "What delayed you? Just wrapped up orgying with your summoned heroes and spaced on the meeting? Hmm?"

The woman beamed. "Aw~ You two must be envious. Since I’ve got twenty massive, powerful men as my summoned heroes~" She halted, voice smug with delight. "And unlike you pair, my believers and followers outnumber yours, granting me greater strength~"

Both clenched their jaws, staring daggers at her.

"Now, now~ Channel that anger toward weightier issues." She eyed them both. "No point wasting power on me, because..." She smirked, elegantly settling into a throne. "You two aren’t that powerful, you know. And if we unleash fully with our summoned heroes, even united... well..." She laughed softly.

Maekaria slumped back onto her throne with a frustrated snort, as Rafazelia resumed her seat, nibbling her lip and crossing her arms. "Mark my words, Zeyrinda. Your hubris will undo you soon."

"Now, let’s address the pressing matters." Zeyrinda grinned while aides served exquisite wine and radiant, otherworldly dishes to each.

"If it’s regarding that other continent, relax. The initial move is done." Rafazelia grinned, gradually lifting her wine glass. "Amazarak Kingdom’s wiped out. The Halfling Kingdom’s embroiled in civil strife. The Dwarven Kingdom there’s powerless now, smashed by Halflings and Humans earlier." She paused for a sip. "Rebuilding will take ages."

Maekaria grinned, picking up her fork and knife to delicately slice her meal. "The Dragon Continent stays neutral. Mere watchers—they observe but won’t intervene unless their lands are hit."

"Only the alliance of Armand, Beastkin Nation, Elven Kingdom, and Demon Kingdom remains." Zeyrinda murmured quietly, reclining in her throne.

Maekaria grinned. "Their human realm will soon plunge into total civil war. Armand faces mounting troubles, leaving them too occupied for other preparations."

Rafazelia grinned. "Smart move dispatching our agent to Klimar and others to fan whispers among human nobles. Soon, every human area will fracture and corrupt beyond unity."

Zeyrinda smirked confidently. "We’ve sown additional discord in that alliance. Let internal chaos consume them as we observe from distance."

"And at the perfect moment, we deploy our primary forces."

"Yeah... our key heroes and heroines."

"And the Saints of the Three Gods shall serve as our sacred tools, twisting their devotion into our blade."

"By then, Armand lacks the might to resist."

"And Garius falls."

"Mm... Francesca can’t meddle. Her abilities hold no sway over us."

( End Of Chapter )