Reborn As Noble Chapter 1206: A Silent Thank You ( 1206 )

"Now... let’s eat." Garius announced as he raised his wine glass for a serene toast.

"This is for the success of the surgery." He looked over at Rolland and Sylvia once more. "Don’t ever make the same mistake again, Rolland, Sylvia."

"Yes... Your Majesty..." Rolland whispered lowly while Sylvia stared down at her plate.

"Mm..." Garius nodded. "Let’s eat."

Everyone grabbed their forks and knives, starting to eat.

Javier took a slow sip of his wine before picking up his food.

Father is truly frightening, isn’t he?

Even grown-ups like Rolland and Sylvia get scolded like little kids.

He sliced a piece of steak and enjoyed its juicy, succulent taste.

Now that Gracelle has awakened, her healing appears to be on track.

I’ll watch her status over the next few days. If she keeps improving, I’ll prepare the vital next phase.

He kept dining, his mind growing keener.

I’ll hunt down the foes and all those responsible for her torment. They’ll pay dearly for harming her.

Leaving these people or their group unchecked means more victims and deaths. They’ve lost sight of an assassin’s true role.

Assassins exist to eliminate major enemy leaders, commanders, or religious icons viewed as unforgivable dangers to the masses—those spreading misery and tyranny. They aren’t for dragging out pain or hitting innocents.

They’ve abandoned the assassin’s core mission. To serve as a ’necessary evil,’ not needless barbarity. A swift, precise kill can count as merciful justice, but drawn-out torment steps over into pure sadism.

Real pro assassins who respect their trade know their goal is swift threat removal without extra suffering. They stick to the code distinguishing a controlled killer from a vicious tormentor.

But these bastards have turned sloppy.

They’ve sunk into brutality, which erodes their own control. Pain-loving assassins turn into risks, decaying their organization’s honor. They forget their aim and devolve into brutal thugs.

And I bet these bastards chase cash.

From the earlier report, Rolland governing the Mathrias area is a fair, supportive leader to his folk. He avoids harsh taxes and emulates My Father as best he can, despite his flaws.

So the payer behind these assassins torturing Gracelle and her kin must harbor bigger schemes, like shaking the area, undermining Rolland’s authority, or stirring disorder for personal profit.

He stopped eating momentarily, his gaze sharpening.

Or maybe there’s some hidden reason I haven’t uncovered.

Even if it was just to disrupt the region or chase gains, making Gracelle suffer won’t get mercy. Never.

If they aimed to topple Rolland’s family and claim Mathrias, they wouldn’t delay so long or use a curse parasite for agony. Quicker, straightforward paths to power exist.

Yet they’ve gone too far, wielding cruelty as a weapon against the blameless. All honor and restraint gone.

I’ll smash every one of these fuckers, their assassin group, and the masterminds.

Ensuring no one endures this again.

Garius spotted Javier’s quietness, his eyes locked on the food, fork still, and broke the silence.

"Javier De Armand."

Javier jolted from his reverie, looking up with his best innocent grin.

"Yes, Esteemed Father?"

"Eat." Garius commanded with his typical stern expression.

"Yes... Father..." Javier agreed, resuming his slow bites.

Garius took his napkin, wiped his mouth, then lifted his wine glass for a measured sip.

He placed the glass back and grabbed his fork and knife anew.

"You don’t need to worry about that issue. Alf and the Shadow Master already pinpoint their spot."

He carved another meat slice, brought it to his lips, and chewed with refined nobility.

"For now, prioritize what matters most. They can’t escape far. Remember, with your creations, the vast Human Kingdom shrinks under Sky Eyes and the mana satellite’s watch, right?"

Javier halted eating, gave a slight smile, and nodded.

"Yes, Esteemed Father."

"Mm..." Garius went on eating. "Concentrate on Gracelle’s health and ensure her full recovery and ongoing wellness. And remember, Javier."

"Yes, Father?" Javier murmured quietly.

"Your siblings Aelius and Athine’s wedding approaches soon. In two days, I think?"

Javier laughed lightly and grinned. "Yes, Father."

"They’d be heartbroken without you there, especially after you made their wedding rings and jewels from their unique crystals."

Javier nodded. "Yes, Father."

"Mm... Now eat and relax. Tomorrow brings a packed day, lots of work, particularly the aftermath."

Garius kept eating and let out a breath.

"I’d prefer wrapping these duties by tomorrow night. So skip revenge notions or side tracks—better to tackle key priorities. Those vengeful ideas? Put them on hold."

Garius set aside his fork and knife, then eyed Javier.

"That assassin house’s dark magic fixation means emotional rushes breed errors. We can’t afford that. Forgotten your long-taught lessons?"

Javier whispered. "Emotions prove unreliable, narrow-minded, and skewed in tough scenarios. They fog the mind and spark bad choices."

"Good." Garius nodded. "Now enjoy the food. It’s your favorite—flawless meat, spiced to perfection. Savor it, since your future wives prepared it."

"Mm..." Javier grinned. "Yes, Esteemed Father." Silently, he formed a wordless, "Thank you."

( End Of Chapter )