Reborn As Noble Chapter 1219: Miss Elf with beautiful eyes ( 1219 )
Previously on Reborn As Noble...
As he strode along, Garius fished out his mana talkie from his pocket, infused it with mana, and carefully positioned it against his right ear.
"Javier..."
A brief silence ensued before static crackled and a sharp, distinct voice rang out.
"Yes, Esteemed Father?"
Garius muttered softly and steadily. "Where are you?"
"Ah... I’m inside Mathrias estate now, Esteemed Father."
"Hmm? Where exactly?" Garius continued his pace.
"Err... I don’t know, Father... But I see you from here."
"Hmm..." Garius let out a breath. "Stop fooling around and come to the war room in the temporary building."
"Okay, Father. Is it serious?"
Garius breathed out. "More serious and more trouble... for you."
"I understand, Esteemed Father." Javier replied quietly. "I will meet you there shortly."
"Mm... Good. Don’t be late."
"I won’t, Father." Javier clicked off his mana talkie and looked around, still clutching his mana tablet.
Sigh... What sort of trouble is looming this time?
I just wrapped up rescuing Gracelle from that curse parasite and finished the operation. Thank goodness she’s steady now. It was a huge relief seeing her speak again, especially when she began requesting food and drink.
Yet another issue keeps cropping up.
First off, that enigmatic group spotted in Amazarak via the live feed last night.
Their somewhat advanced weaponry grabbed my attention, along with the site resembling a prison or slave camp.
On top of that, the crew responsible for Gracelle’s torment.
The Mathrias butler and his crew.
I’ve been monitoring them since yesterday, but they haven’t arrived at their goal yet. Given they’re on horseback, it could take a while. Maybe they’re masking their trail or opting for a circuitous path.
That doesn’t faze me. Regardless of their evasion tactics, they can’t escape the automatic pursuit from my mana satellite view and Sky Eyes live feed.
Javier sighed.
Damn... I haven’t even finalized my plan to smash these crooks, and now... a fresh crisis hits like a demand from a debt collector.
Fantastic... just fantastic.
He pressed on through the corridor.
Those bastards take top priority right now. Next come those shadowy groups.
Still... I sense my focus must pivot for the moment.
Father’s voice carried that weight.
I suspect it ties back to Mathrias regardless.
Checking the Mathrias area via Sky Eyes and mana satellite for traces of those scum, I noticed something off—strange banners fluttering over more than half of Mathrias territory.
The live feed showed folks moving restlessly, as if Mathrias citizens were discontent or pressured, with troops marching the streets heavily.
Full details are lacking, but I spotted groups, roughly a thousand strong, likely troops in uniforms varying slightly from Mathrias ones, bearing those banners and hauling what appeared to be antique cannons.
Two zones clashed in battle, one defending their outpost fiercely while the other unleashed fire from those Human Kingdom cannons.
Sigh...
This has to be the critical issue forcing a priority switch, sidelining everything else until it’s sorted.
Man... Better tackle it head-on. Then we can reset, reconstruct, regain control, and return to normalcy.
He exited the main entrance and spotted the temporary structure ahead.
Yep.
No dodging duty.
Time to resolve this swiftly.
Then zero in on my core objective.
Obliterate those scum, and uncover the identity of those peculiar human groups with odd mana signatures.
Meanwhile.
In the adjacent building.
Sleepy Liana entered the first zone.
Myra was already there awaiting her.
She squinted at Myra.
"What’s the urgent matter needing me here?"
"Umm... Miss Liana?" Myra shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting away.
"Hmm?" Liana cocked her head puzzled. "What is it, Myra?"
"Could you... umm..." Myra whispered faintly.
"I couldn’t catch that, Myra. Spit it out already." Liana griped while rinsing her hands and donning her scrubs and cap.
"Umm... err... could you... please... not..." Myra uttered softly, her words fading.
"Not what exactly?" Liana queried, bewilderment mounting.
"Not... release your intimidating aura..." Myra breathed at last.
"Huh? Was I?" Liana stared back in true astonishment.
"Mm... y... yes... if you enter like that... the patient could feel overwhelmed and... you know... pass away?"
Liana breathed deeply and shook her head. "I wasn’t aware I’d triggered my aura. That might explain the odd behavior from folks earlier."
"So?" Liana eyed Myra after securing her cap and gloves. "What demands my attendance here?"
Myra sighed with ease as Liana’s aura dissipated.
"Truth is, the patient insisted on seeing you."
"Huh?" Liana shot Myra a fierce look. "You had Kalea summon me... for that alone?"
"We... sorry, Miss Liana?" Myra bowed hastily. "But she claimed she couldn’t sleep without meeting you."
Liana’s eyes bulged in shock before she released a drawn-out breath. "What odd demand is this? Why would a patient need me to doze off? I’m no lullaby or stuffed toy."
"We’re clueless too... but... Miss Liana understands rest is vital for healing." Myra murmured gently. "We had to fetch you."
Liana heaved a weary sigh. "Alright... let’s check on her."
Upon Liana and Myra arriving at the room, Gracelle’s eyes sparkled the instant the door swung open.
"Miss Elf with beautiful eyes!"
"Miss... what?" Liana issued yet another prolonged, fatigued sigh.
"Thank you for coming," Gracelle beamed, delighted by Liana’s arrival.
Liana shook her head and slipped both hands into her scrub pockets. "So? Why summon me here?"
Gracelle’s cheeks flushed, and she tugged the blanket over her mouth while keeping her gaze locked on Liana.
"Umm... I don’t know... but..." she murmured softly, "I feel... at ease and calm around you... like the world feels secure."
( End Of Chapter )
