Reborn As Noble Chapter 1249: Waiting for the Strongest ( 1249 )

Gracelle lowered her gaze, a shy smile gracing her lips as her cheeks remained flushed. "Th... thank you..."

Liana let out a knowing smirk. "Ah~ I recall someone expressing concern, asking, ‘What if he felt disgusted when he saw me like this~’"

" M... Miss Liana!! " Gracelle whispered urgently, her face deepening in color.

"Now, let's rejoin the others. Our destination is Armand."

"U... umm... alright..."

As Liana guided the wheelchair, Gracelle looked up at her, posing a quiet question. "M... Miss Liana?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

"You mentioned I would be part of your group... however, Javier didn’t communicate anything about it... or... is he even aware?"

Liana offered a gentle smile and a shake of her head while propelling the wheelchair forward.

"Young Master Javier is a man. And men, particularly those of his caliber, often struggle to articulate their emotions openly. Yet, I possess knowledge you lack. Having served him for an extended period, I can discern his feelings even when unspoken. His personal intervention to rescue you, performing the surgery himself, and ensuring your complete recovery... these actions convey far more than words ever could."

"Oh... I see..." Gracelle murmured softly, a sense of reassurance washing over her.

Javier observed Liana assisting Gracelle, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

I wonder what those two are discussing so earnestly?

Upon reaching him, Liana bent slightly and instructed Gracelle in a hushed tone, "Now, approach him."

Gracelle lifted her head, her eyes meeting Javier’s captivating smile.

"It has been some time, Gracelle," Javier greeted, effortlessly raking a hand through his hair. "I am pleased to see you have recuperated so splendidly."

Gracelle stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape as she gazed at him. She swallowed nervously before Liana gently nudged her shoulder.

"Gracelle~"

"Ah... ah! Umm... My name is Gracelle. I... it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Gracelle stammered, her voice high-pitched with nervousness.

Javier's smile faltered subtly.

Is she... introducing herself to me as if we have never met before?

Seriously?

Does she truly not recall our previous encounters?

Liana sighed and shook her head. "Did you just... introduce yourself to him as if for the very first time?" she whispered sharply, leaning close to Gracelle's ear.

Gracelle's eyes widened in alarm as she looked at Liana. "I... I don’t know what else to say!" she hissed back.

"Just greet him as you normally would. Ugh, you are giving me a headache."

Liana rose with elegance and offered Javier a polite bow.

"My apologies, Young Master. I believe Gracelle is still quite overwhelmed by recent events. Kindly grant her a moment to compose herself."

"Oh..." Javier responded, his gaze shifting to Gracelle, who continued to avoid his eyes. "Umm... you do not remember me?"

Gracelle remained silent, refusing to meet his gaze.

Ahhh!! He is so incredibly handsome!

I never realized Javier possessed such striking good looks!

I long to speak, yet no words emerge!

She glanced upward once more, meeting his charming smile, only to quickly look away, her cheeks burning furiously.

Kyaaa!! Utterly irresistible! Ah... I think I might faint!

Come on, Gracelle! Say something!

Sensing her profound discomposure, Javier dramatically placed both hands on his chest and knelt on one knee, directing his theatrical plea toward Gloria.

"Oh, Gloria~ My dearest love! It appears my captivating visage has been entirely forgotten! My smile, my voice, my very essence, erased from her memory!"

Gloria, playing along with gusto, hurried to his side and knelt gracefully, taking his hand with feigned despair. "Oh, Young Master! Even if others may forget you, rest assured, I shall never, ever forget your handsome countenance or your radiant smile! Your memory will be etched in my heart eternally!"

"Oh, Gloria~ My cherished love~" Javier declared, his voice imbued with exaggerated emotion.

"Oh, my most beloved prince~" Gloria reciprocated, puckering her lips and leaning in.

Javier closed his eyes, mirroring her action as he puckered his lips.

Liana pinched the bridge of her nose, releasing a long, exasperated sigh.

Here they go again...

Reaching inside her maid uniform, she retrieved her folded fan and, with a swift, decisive motion, struck both of them on the head.

"Cease this act immediately! It is embarrassing enough without you two turning it into a public spectacle!"

Felicia suppressed a giggle behind her hand, while Mimi puffed out her cheeks, her eyes sparkling with barely contained mirth. Delya, engrossed in her chocolate jar, continued to gaze dreamily at Javier, a blissful smile gracing her features.

Gracelle emitted a soft laugh, her earlier nervousness finally dissipating.

Javier turned, a smile illuminating his face as he noticed her amusement. He rose and brushed the dust from his trousers, while Gloria assisted him with a warm, knowing smile.

"I am genuinely pleased to see you are recovering well, Gracelle."

Gracelle offered a gentle smile, her hands resting on her lap as she bowed gracefully. "Thank you... for rescuing me. For journeying so far... for granting me a second lease on life. I'm unsure how I could ever possibly repay your kindness."

Javier responded with a warm smile, his gaze sweeping over the gathered individuals. "Let us make our way back to Armand."

Liana seconded the motion with a nod. "Mm~ We shall handle introductions once we reach our destination. Everyone will have the opportunity to meet Gracelle properly once we are settled at Armand."

Gloria’s expression softened into a smile, Felicia delicately adjusted her attire, Mimi cocked her head with her tail swaying subtly, and Delya moved closer to Javier, bestowing a sweet, welcoming smile upon Gracelle.

Meanwhile.

In a secluded chamber.

A grand hall unfolded before them, centered around an immense table boasting more than thirty seats. Fluorescent enchanted chandeliers illuminated the assembled figures, their visages a tapestry of impatience, irritation, and thinly veiled antagonism.

"Has he not arrived yet?"

"Hah! Who can say! Merely possessing the highest strength among us hardly grants him leave to keep us waiting in such a manner!"

"Heh. His enhanced strength is solely due to his divine blessing and that celestial weapon. Without those advantages, I am confident I could best him in unarmed combat."

One gentleman at the table folded his arms, directing a stern gaze at the speaker. "You would be wise to cease speaking of my leader in such a fashion, you feeble champion of that insignificant deity, Maekaria."

"What precisely did you utter concerning our goddess?" A woman sprang to her feet, her hand instinctively moving towards her armament.

Another man, reclining casually in his seat, let out a sigh of weariness. "Would you all cease this incessant bickering and quarreling for but a moment? We convene today for a crucial meeting and the finalization of our strategic objectives. Reserve your animosities and your vital energies for the ensuing conflict."

A different individual, positioned beside the man who had previously admonished the speaker, regarded the man named Angrar with a derisive grimace.

"Hmph. You speak as though you possess the actual might to substantiate your pronouncements, Angrar."

Angrar released a prolonged, weary exhalation, remaining in his reclined posture.

"I may have indeed been graced by the blessing of what you presume to be a 'lowly divinity,' yet from my understanding, my patron goddess, Rafazelia, embodies the utmost beauty amongst the celestial trinity. And given the strict prohibition against engaging one another, no one has ever truly ascertained their genuine capabilities or put their true weaponry to the test against their peers."

He surveyed the room with a languid air, his arms still crossed. "The sole justification for Julius's designation as the commander of this pivotal undertaking stems from the directive issued by your goddess, the one you revere as the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda."

Vane directed a displeased glare towards Angrar. "Are you implying that your prowess far surpasses our own? Hmm? Even surpassing Julius himself?"

The hall was immediately engulfed by a cacophony of murmurs and an palpable tension, each faction bristling with suspicion and burgeoning hostility.

Angrar merely let out another breath and disregarded the burgeoning disarray around him. "Who can say?" He scanned the assembled individuals with a nonchalant, unperturbed expression, still lounging in his seat. "As I previously stated, we are forbidden from engaging in combat with one another. However..." He fixed his unreadable gaze directly upon Vane, his tone devoid of emotion.

"If you possess the inclination to ascertain the truth, seek the approval of your Supreme Goddess. Subsequently, you shall discover for yourself whether my strength is indeed lacking or not."

( End Of Chapter )