Reborn As Noble Chapter 1361: Blind Fury, Blind Weapons ( 1361 )

Both Ashara and Jiowana’s eyes widened in shock as their weapons shattered against the beggar’s bare arms. They leaped back, their faces twisting with fury as they glared at Javier.

"Who are you!?" Ashara demanded, her voice sharp and accusing.

Javier slowly lowered his arms before turning to glance at them from the side, his eyes calm but carrying a cold, dangerous edge as he spoke, his voice low and controlled.

"Both of you are stupid."

His words cut through the tension like a blade.

"You should have known better than to endanger innocent lives. If you really wanted to punish me, you could have simply captured me first, put a sword to my neck, and dragged me away. But instead, you decided to attack first and think later."

Ashara gritted her jaw, her face flushing with anger as she shouted again. "Just answer the damn question!"

Jiowana’s fury boiled over, her voice shaking with rage. "You defiled our princess! You will pay for this!"

Javier shook his head slowly, turning to face them fully.

"Did you forget that your own princess was right behind me when you attacked? If your attack had gone astray, she could have been caught in the crossfire. Did either of you even think about that before swinging your swords? Or were you so blinded by your anger that you didn’t care?"

Ashara and Jiowana glanced around frantically, searching for their princess, but she was nowhere to be seen. Their panic turned to fury as they turned back to Javier.

"Where are you hiding our princess, you worthless scum!?" Ashara snarled.

"Hmm?" Javier glanced over his shoulder, about to answer, but his eyes narrowed as he noticed both women reaching inside their outfits and pulling out small, metallic objects.

His gaze sharpened.

A 3-shot revolver.

Javier’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning cold.

He lifted his chin, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.

"I suggest you both put that gun down."

Ashara and Jiowana aimed their revolvers directly at him, clicking the hammers back with sharp, deliberate sounds.

"Tell us where our princess is!" Ashara hissed, her finger tightening on the trigger.

Javier’s glare hardened, his aura flaring subtly as he stared them down.

"I said... put that weapon down. Now."

Ashara’s voice was sharp, trembling with anger. "If you don’t tell us where she is, you’re going to regret it."

Javier gritted his jaw, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"You have no idea what you’re holding. That weapon is blind. Once you fire it, the bullet doesn’t care who it hits. It could ricochet, hit a child, a civilian, or even your own princess. Put. It. Down."

Ashara and Jiowana glanced at each other, their eyes hardening with conviction. They gritted their teeth, their voices low and venomous.

"He must be sent by Julius... to harm our princess."

Jiowana nodded sharply, her expression darkening. "Kill him!"

Javier’s eyes narrowed as he saw their fingers squeeze the triggers. The bullets erupting from the barrels, spinning through the air toward him.

Look like these two need a hard scolding and punishment later.

He exhaled softly, walking casually as the bullets flew toward him in slow motion.

How dumb can they be? Jumping to conclusions, thinking I was sent by Julius just because I recognized their weapon? They fire blindly in a crowded market, ignorant of who stands behind them, with no care for the innocent lives around them.

He watched the bullets drift forward in slow motion, his gaze narrowing as he studied their shape.

Uwaaa...

Is this the level of their craftsmanship in making bullets?

He squinted at the spinning projectile, noting the uneven grooves and rough finish.

The surface isn’t smooth at all. The rifling is inconsistent, and the weight distribution feels off. No wonder their weapons are so inefficient. With this level of quality, the accuracy and stopping power must be terrible.

If this is the standard of their weapons, then their entire continent is far behind what Armand has already surpassed.

Javier moved to the side, watching the slow-motion bullets drift past him. He crossed his arms, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he observed their trajectory.

Whatever...

Look like I have to take those weapons from their hands before they decide to fire a second shot. I don’t want more chaos in this crowded market.

He reached out, plucking both bullets from the air as they drifted past him. With a slight squeeze, he crushed them flat between his fingers before casually tossing the crumpled metal aside. Then moved toward Ashara and Jiowana, who were frozen in slow motion, their expressions locked in anger and focus.

He tilted his head, studying their faces while rubbing his chin.

Nah... too plain. Not really beautiful, not particularly striking. Just... average.

Which cheek should I slap them first?

Ah, right... before slapping them, I should take their weapons first.

His hands reached out, fingers wrapping firmly around both revolvers.

The slow motion ended.

Ashara and Jiowana blinked in shock, their eyes widening as Javier suddenly appeared directly in front of them, both of their revolvers already in his grasp. A calm, amused smile played on his lips.

His fingers moving with practiced precision as he dismantled both revolvers piece by piece, the cylinder falling first, followed by the barrel, the trigger mechanism, and the frame, each part clattering to the ground in a neat pile.

"I already told you to put the gun down, right~?"

Ashara and Jiowana leaped back, landing a short distance away as they raised their palms, chanting the beginnings of a spell. But before they could finish, Javier appeared in front of them in a blur, both palms raised and ready to strike.

He smiled charmingly, leaning in close to whisper in their ears.

"I don’t usually hit women, but... sleep tight, little kittens~"

With two precise chops to the sides of their necks, Ashara and Jiowana went limp. Javier caught them both, gently lowering them to the ground before dusting off his hands.

He turned, placing both hands on his hips, as several Armand Special Forces operatives materialized around him. They wore full tactical gear, their faces covered, their movements silent and efficient as they moved to secure the two unconscious escorts.

Javier smirked. "Just cuff them with magic cufflinks and don’t do any harm. We don’t want their princess to be sad about her escorts, do we?"

"Understood, Your Highness."

Javier turned and walked toward Celine, who was now sitting calmly on the ground, her posture composed and graceful, her hands resting neatly on her lap.

He stopped in front of her, glancing down calmly.

"I think we need to have a discussion."

Celine lowered her head further, her hands placed neatly on her lap. Her voice was soft but clear, carrying a tone of acceptance.

"I understand. My body and my soul have already been defiled by your touch. As a princess of Divinity, I have no choice but to accept my fate. I am ready to become your wife. I will follow you, serve you, and honor you. You may do as you wish with me. As long as you are willing to make it official, I do not mind living with you."

Javier’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping as he stared at her in utter disbelief.

"E... Eeeehhhhhh!!!?"

( End Of Chapter )