Reborn As Noble Chapter 1203: A Hollow Chest, a Hopeful Hint ( 1203 )
Previously on Reborn As Noble...
Zeyrinda shot a quick look at them, then shifted her eyes back to the map.
"I possess twenty summoned heroes, Mae holds thirteen, and you command five, isn't that right, Rafazelia?"
"Mm... I command five. But rest assured, they rank as the mightiest. I'm convinced just one suffices to battle Erinette's younger brother... his name escapes me again? Hesbeirn?"
"Regarding Erinette, the dual-wielder and magic attacker, I'll assign one of my heroines to handle her. That one's also a dual-wielder and magic caster. Erinette won't stand a chance." Maekaria smirked.
Zeyrinda stroked her chin. "This calls for meticulous planning. With abundant time before the human kingdom collapses alongside the Dwarven Kingdom, we can fortify our heroes and heroines. We'll gauge their strengths and designate roles when prepared. For the moment, let's await their downfall and Armand's distraction." She eyed the pair.
"Scout for more gifted souls to transform into chosen ones. Our goal stands at twenty thousand chosen ones. Such numbers will guarantee their total annihilation. Never underestimate Armand's prodigies. Though we've decimated most talents from the Dwarven, Human, and Halfling Kingdoms, Armand harbors even greater ones. They demand respect."
She directed her gaze toward Rafazelia and Maekaria.
"Deploy additional agents to procure precise details on Armand's fortifications, troop numbers, and governmental steadiness. Proper strategy is vital."
"And Raf?"
Rafazelia turned to Zeyrinda. "What's on your mind?"
"Order your forge crew to craft extra bolt rifles, ammunition, and weaponry. Ensure our vessels stand prepared. They'll prove essential for the assault, whether exposing the land bridge at low tide or ferrying forces. And remember those fresh airships. They'll command the heavens."
She pressed on. "When preparations complete and scouts confirm the human kingdom's ruin—nobles clashing in turmoil, fracturing the realm—we'll ready the offensive."
Maekaria smirked. "We've got loads of time still, yeah?"
Zeyrinda shot Maekaria a fierce glare. "Time in abundance, true, but wiser to exploit it eroding their power more. Thrust them into fiercer internal strife, shatter pacts, and sap their supplies."
Rafazelia grinned and reclined. "No need to fret over my end. My operatives dispatched to Klimar are expertly puppeteering him, luring with murmurs, and nudging him toward choices that shatter his reign."
Mathrias Region.
Intensive Care Unit Room.
Gracelle gradually roused.
Her sight stayed hazy.
A pristine room with white walls and ceiling enveloped her.
Subtle motions stirred nearby, accompanied by an odd, steady beeping unfamiliar to her ears.
Where am I?
Am I dead?
A profound void throbbed in her chest, regret anchoring her spirit.
At the end... I failed to meet him one final time.
My sole desire was beholding him once more, confessing my true emotions.
She scanned about, spotting figures in bizarre white attire she'd never encountered.
Is this the realm of the departed?
Her eyesight sharpened bit by bit.
Strange tubes and lines cluttered her left hand, alien to her knowledge.
Fluid pouches dangled close, linked to her via slender clear conduits.
What is this?
Why does my form link to these contraptions?
Bewildered, she tentatively extended toward a tube.
Suddenly, a gentle, tuneful, enchanting voice sounded.
"Don't touch that, Miss Gracelle."
She turned toward the sound.
A lovely elven maiden with brilliant emerald eyes, mask veiling part of her face, silver locks escaping her cap, glided toward her.
"Wh... where... am I?"
Liana offered a subtle smile beneath her mask, her tone soft and soothing. "You're in a secure haven now, Miss Gracelle. Welcome back to the world of the living~"
"W... world of the living?" Gracelle blinked in bewilderment.
Liana let out a light chuckle as she inspected the IV pouch and vital monitors, then peered down.
"Mm... You'll learn shortly. Rest easy for now. Avoid overthinking."
Gracelle looked up, whispering. "Am I dead?"
Liana grinned under her mask. "Nearly~"
"What do you mean... nearly?" Gracelle grew more perplexed.
"No need for details. Concentrate on healing, and kindly leave things alone." As Liana prepared to say more, Myra stepped in, clad in her complete Armand Special Elite Healer gear.
"Miss Liana? Patient's conscious?"
"Yes," Liana beamed. "She's under your care now."
Gracelle observed them murmuring softly.
Liana? That name rings a bell from somewhere.
She observed closely until an item caught her eye.
A Golden Pekko badge adorned their outfits.
I've never laid eyes on this symbol. Special insignia for an elite healing squad?
Did Father and Mother secure a novel healer group?
Yet it's utterly alien. This treatment... far removed from priests or healers' ways.
Gracelle overheard the elf whispering to the human.
"Young Master said no food until he examines her and approves."
"Mm... Understood. His Highness instructed all of us."
"Excellent. I'm heading out. Alert us if issues arise. Maintain stable vitals and her comfort for now."
"Mm... Got it, Liana. No worries."
"I'll take my leave now." Liana faced Gracelle. "You, prioritize recovery, and perhaps reunite with that long-desired someone~" Liana pivoted and waved farewell.
Gracelle followed Liana's elegant departure from the chamber.
What did she imply? Someone I've longed to behold for ages...
( End Of Chapter )