Reborn As Noble Chapter 1244: Holding One’s Own ( 1244 )

Javier, still tending to his ear, looked up at Liana.

"Hmm? Are you heading out somewhere, Liana?" he inquired.

Liana, busy straightening her maid outfit, turned her gaze toward Javier.

"Yes."

"Huh? Where?" Javier tilted his head, his expression laced with curiosity.

Liana narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Where else? Your future sixth wife is requesting my presence this early."

"Eh? Really?" Javier narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Gloria, also rubbing her ear, Felicia, who had just finished dressing, and Delya, now adjusting her hair, all turned to regard Liana with inquisitive looks.

Liana let out a sigh and shook her head. "Yes. I don't understand why she always wants to see me. What's with her attachment to me? I'm not a comfort doll, you know. She's been clinging to me since yesterday, and now she's requesting me again so early."

Javier rubbed the back of his neck and hastily slid off the bed, grabbing a towel.

"Young Master! I haven't finished speaking!" Liana protested.

"Ah... err..." Javier averted his gaze, offering an awkward smile as he scratched his cheek. "I... I need to wash up and prepare, right? Besides, I'm sure Father and Mother are waiting for us in the dining room for breakfast."

Liana crossed her arms, fixing him with a sharp glare. "No. There's no full-course breakfast. Just a light meal and a hot drink. I don't think we have time for a lengthy meal."

"Well..." Javier grinned sheepishly. "You know how my father is... so... err... I'm going to shower now."

Liana exhaled. "Don't be late. And make sure you wear proper attire." She then directed her glare toward Gloria. "Gloria!"

Gloria, who had just finished fastening her bra and panties, jumped at Liana's sharp call. She looked up and met Liana's stern gaze.

"Eh? What is it now, Liana? Come on, it's still early. Don't be so moody."

"You ensure the Young Master wears official Armand attire today."

Javier, on his way to the shower with the towel slung over his shoulder, paused and looked back at Liana.

"Ehhhh!? Why do I need to wear that!? You know I despise those stiff, flashy clothes. They're uncomfortable and far too formal."

"No, Young Master. You WILL wear it today," Liana stated firmly, leaving no room for debate. "It's an official duty. Prince Aelius and Princess Athine's wedding is a formal occasion, and you are a Prince of Armand. You must present yourself appropriately."

Javier's shoulders slumped in resignation. "Ugh... fine... just for today."

Liana cast another glare at Gloria. "You. Make sure the Young Master wears it correctly. This is still part of your duty as his maid before we both step down from our roles."

Gloria offered a gentle, understanding smile. "I know, Liana. Let's do our best until the very end."

"Mm..." Liana nodded. "I'm leaving now." She turned and walked towards the door, exiting into the hallway. The soft click of the closing door was followed by the receding sound of her footsteps as she departed.

Once Liana was gone, Javier headed for the shower, the sound of running water filling the room.

Felicia glanced at Gloria, who was smoothing her maid dress.

"Gloria?"

"Hmm?" Gloria looked at Felicia, her hands still working on the fabric of her dress.

"Umm... you don't feel... you know..."

Gloria let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. "Why? I don't think I need to be jealous or anything. Liana already mentioned it before, and we all know how intense things can get during sex with the Young Master. Remember that entire night we spent together not too long ago? We all shared it, and there was more than enough love to go around."

"Umm... yeah..." Felicia smiled faintly, her cheeks flushing at the recollection.

"Besides... I don't think I need to be scared of it. Liana is the first wife, so she'll set the tone and maintain balance. And as for Gracelle... she might be beautiful, but..." Gloria cupped her own breasts, causing them to bounce slightly with a playful smirk. "...I believe I can hold my own."

Gloria smiled as she noticed Felicia's cheeks deepen in color. "You know, you shouldn't worry about anything concerning the Young Master. Remember what Lady Mother said? The Elyria Dance binds us all to him, and him to us. He won't leave us. He won't choose one over the other. His love is vast enough for all of us."

Felicia smiled, her expression softening. "Yeah... I still remember it."

Gloria adjusted the final touches of her maid dress, smoothing the fabric over her hips before glancing at Delya, who was calmly sipping her hot chocolate.

"Just observe that demon princess. She has absolutely no concerns, only pondering if her chocolate supply is sufficient," Gloria chuckled. "Therefore, we need not fret over turns, or romance, or anything of the sort. The Young Master possesses enough for all of us, and he will perpetually guarantee that we feel cherished."

Gloria offered a gentle smile. "It is not we who should harbor jealousy or anxiety about our standing. It is Liana who bears that weight. She has remained by his side since his infancy, attending to him, offering guidance, and managing his every mood and whim. Consequently, it is only fitting that she is entitled to claim him for herself on occasion."

She then paused, her countenance softening. "And yet... despite being recognized as the most beautiful maiden in all of Armand, she still elects to share. She occupies the most esteemed position in the Young Master’s heart, yet she never hoards his affection. This is precisely why I hold her in high regard. And this is why I shall never feel envious of her. If she can be so generous, then so can we."

"T... thank you, Gloria..." Felicia murmured softly, her tail swaying with a gentle rhythm behind her.

At the very moment Gloria was preparing to speak, a muffled sound emanated from the shower, causing all of them to turn their heads. A soft, breathy moan was followed by the distinct sound of skin striking skin in a rhythmic pattern.

Gloria’s smile widened, and she leaned in closer to Felicia’s face, her voice descending into a low, teasing whisper.

"Should you ever harbor doubts about the Young Master’s love... you are always welcome to enter the shower and ascertain the truth for yourself~"

Felicia’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Eh? But... Liana would become upset if... if we take too much time..."

"Well, the decision rests with you~" Gloria paused, her smirk intensifying as another muffled, elongated moan echoed from the shower. "However, I am quite certain your younger sister is thoroughly enjoying her turn at this very moment~"

Delya, who had been observing them in silence, tilted her head, a slight flush gracing her cheeks.

Are they... kissing?

"Umm... I apologize if I have interrupted anything..." Delya stammered, her voice fading into uncertainty.

Gloria swiveled her head and regarded Delya, while Felicia also turned back, a look of confusion on her face.

"Huh? What are you referring to?"

"Umm... since... you two were positioned so closely... I had assumed..."

Gloria’s eyes expanded with sudden comprehension. "No! I did not kiss her!"

"B... but..."

"Ugh! My gaze is fixed solely upon the Young Master. I am heterosexual and have no inclination towards that path," Gloria declared firmly before pausing and exhaling, gently pinching the bridge of her nose. "Let us simply conclude our preparations. An arduous day lies ahead."

( End Of Chapter )