Reborn As Noble Chapter 1250: The Storm in the Hall ( 1250 )

Cries and curses filled the hall, a cacophony of insults and accusations echoing across the long table. Fists pounded the surface, chairs screeched against the floor, and a few individuals even moved to draw their weapons before their companions intervened.

Angrar, Vane, and a single girl remained seated, utterly unaffected by the surrounding tempest.

Angrar directed a glance towards the woman opposite him. "Aren't you going to quiet your party members, Karue?"

Karue offered him a nonchalant look, adjusting her spectacles before setting her weapon on the table and commencing to polish it with unhurried, elegant motions. "Why bother? Even if I intervened, they wouldn't listen. Besides, you're not exactly managing your own party members either."

She then turned an irritated gaze towards Vane. "You too. You're the 'second strongest' among the twenty summoned heroes under the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda, correct? Why not do something about your party members? Hmm?"

Vane simply rested his elbow on the table, propping his chin on his knuckle. "For what reason? Your group couldn't possibly harm any of them. There are only twelve of you. And Angrar only has four, including himself."

Angrar leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling. "My group comprises four, myself included, because Jaigar was dispatched on a crucial mission alongside your weakest member... Vane~." He looked at Vane with a sneering smile. "What was his name again?"

"Don't disparage my party member just because he's the weakest of the twenty, Angrar. Gorak might be considered the weakest due to his weapon, but that doesn't preclude him from defeating you, or even Karue here."

Karue smirked, admiring the gleam of her freshly polished blade. "Perhaps you should try me first, Vane? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't best you, you understand. And if you were to lose against me... what hope would your weakest member, Gorak, possibly stand against me? Consider that before you continue spouting off."

Angrar smirked, casting a look of pity towards Vane.

"Have you forgotten that you're merely the second-ranked, a vice... not the leader? And if my memory serves me correctly, you were appointed vice leader for your group because you and Julius are... rather close friends?"

Vane met Angrar's gaze with a frigid stare as Angrar casually placed both feet on the table, flashing him a derisive smile.

"And what about you, Angrar? I'm certain you were granted leader status for your group because you... hmm... what was it again? Ah~ Not for your weapon or your skill, but for a different kind of talent~ It seems your only knack is for satisfying your lowly goddess's carnal desires, isn't that right~?"

Karue let out a loud, albeit mocking, laugh, her eyes conveying a mixture of scorn and amusement as she looked at Angrar.

Angrar removed his feet from the table and stood up, raising his palms as twin, blazing scimitars materialized in his hands. He pointed one towards Karue and the other towards Vane.

"I couldn't care less if you mock me or my other associates, but I've already warned you about disrespecting my beautiful goddess." He directed a mocking look at Vane. "At least I possess considerable skill in the bedroom, unlike your minuscule endowment, 'second strongest~'." He then shifted his mocking gaze towards Karue. "And you. How does it feel to be intimate with your futanari goddess? Is the experience pleasurable?"

Vane raised both palms skyward, and twin falcatas materialized in his grasp, their edges glinting with a cold, sharp radiance. "You truly..." Vane's voice dropped to a dangerously calm level. "...crossed a line by calling me 'small dick.' It appears you have a premature death wish, Angrar? Have you made arrangements for your coffin today?"

Karue raised her crystal sword, assuming a combat stance as lightning bolts crackled around her blade. "You have truly..." she stated calmly, her voice steady yet lethal. "...just penned your own death sentence. I intend to sever that tongue and inter your remains right here."

Angrar smirked. "Very well~ Why don't the two of you form an alliance and face me together? Let's see if your capabilities match your boasts." He snorted derisively at Vane. "Or perhaps your prowess is as insignificant as your genitalia."

Vane's aura intensified the moment Angrar concluded his statement, a wave of lethal intent washing over the hall.

The room descended into a hushed, charged silence as Angrar, Vane, and Karue locked gazes.

Angrar's smirk broadened.

"Just keep in mind, when you find yourself defeated, you brought it upon yourself." He glanced at Karue. "And do not assume I will refrain from eliminating you simply because you are a woman, Karue. If you desire to be treated as a genuine woman, perhaps you should develop into one first."

Karue's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her crystal sword. Vane's jaw clenched, his falcatas shimmering with a cold, deadly luminescence.

Karue and Vane vanished simultaneously.

With a sudden burst of speed, they reappeared, surging towards Angrar from opposing directions. Vane's twin falcatas whistled through the air, a deadly shriek, while Karue's crystal sword discharged crackling bolts of lightning, leaving luminous blue-white streaks in its wake.

Angrar whirled around, his flaming scimitars intercepting their assault in a fierce cascade of sparks. His left scimitar deflected Vane's downward slash, even as his right scimitar lunged upward, clashing against Karue's lightning-charged lunge.

He ducked low, a rapid spin sending his blazing blade sweeping towards Vane's feet, compelling him to recoil with a leap.

Karue relentlessly pursued, her lightning intensifying as she propelled her crystal sword forward in a rapid barrage of strikes. Angrar deftly sidestepped and pivoted, his fiery blades etching incandescent arcs as he parried and countered every one of their advances.

His movements were a display of fluid, unhindered grace as he deflected and repelled their combined offensive. Each scimitar stroke was swift and accurate, the flames surrounding them igniting with increased ferocity during every clash.

Vane surged ahead, his falcatas targeting Angrar's exposed sides, but Angrar dropped swiftly, his scimitar executing a broad sweep that forced Vane to spring backward. Karue exploited the opening instantly, her crystal sword flashing towards Angrar's throat. He managed to tilt his head back just in time, raising his other scimitar to intercept her strike.

A wider smirk spread across Angrar's face. "Is this the extent of the 'second strongest's' abilities? And you, Karue... I believed your goddess bestowed something truly remarkable upon you. All I perceive is a flat-chested woman brandishing a glorified toothpick."

Karue's eye flickered, and she exerted more force, raw lightning surging along her weapon. Vane's grip solidified, his aura flaring with greater intensity.