Reborn As Noble Chapter 1400: The Garden Room ( 1400 )

Celine fell silent for a moment, a soft smile spreading across her lips. She raised the cup slowly and took a careful sip. The rich, velvety liquid flowed across her tongue, the perfect balance of sweetness and depth, with a hint of warmth that spread through her chest. She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the sensation, before lowering the cup with a contented sigh.

Just as she was about to speak, the main door opened again. Javier stepped inside with calm, easy strides, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other resting at his side.

Marcellus grinned, leaning back in his seat. "Ah~ Here comes the main character."

Javier shot him a flat look, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Main character your ass. Father’s calling for you."

Marcellus’s grin faltered. He straightened, studying Javier’s expression for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Damn... you almost got me."

Javier let out a calm chuckle before turning his gaze toward Celine. He watched as she gracefully set her cup down on the table, her movements elegant and composed.

"Celine?"

"Yes... Husband?"

Athine raised her palm, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Arara~"

Javier rolled his eyes, shooting a flat glance at Athine. "Don’t start, Sister." He turned his attention back to Celine, his voice softening. "Father is ready to meet you. After you finish your drink, please join Marcellus and the others at the Armand Meeting Room."

The moment the words left his mouth, all his brothers snapped their heads toward him. Marcellus straightened, his eyes narrowing.

"You serious!?"

Javier raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Of course I’m serious. This is an official meeting, so Father wants everyone to attend properly at the Armand Meeting Room. All of our mothers will be there too."

Marcellus let out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I thought you were joking... Damn... I already called Lithia and Harny to come here. I bet Cedric called Meira and Zania, and Heres already called Kliatana."

Javier smirked, then turned to Athine. "Do you want to join as well, Sister? Since it’s an official meeting."

Athine smiled, her hand gently caressing Aelius’s cheek before she glanced at Javier. "No. Tell Father I’m sorry, but I can’t join." She rose gracefully from the armrest of Aelius’s seat, smoothing her gown. "I’ll be with all my sisters-in-law instead."

She turned with elegant poise, walking toward the door, before pausing and glancing over her shoulder with a pure, gentle smile.

"By the way, little brother?"

"Hmm? Yes, Sister?"

"I’ll be calling all your fiancées to join me in the Garden Room. We’ll have a girls’ day~" She waved a graceful hand over her shoulder, her voice light and playful. "You boys go have some fun~"

Marcellus, Cedric, Heres, and Javier let out a collective, frustrated groan in unison.

"Who’s going to have fun meeting with Father?!"

Athine let out a happy, melodious laugh before slipping gracefully out of the room, the sound fading as she disappeared down the hall.

Javier exhaled, shaking his head before his eyes swept over Marcellus and Cedric, then turned to Aelius and Heres. His expression grew serious, a flicker of concern in his gaze.

"Why aren’t any of you wearing the special bracelets I made for you?"

Marcellus blinked, pulling back his cuff to reveal the sleek, metallic band wrapped around his wrist. "Huh? What are you talking about? I’m wearing mine."

Cedric, Aelius, and Heres followed suit, each revealing the bracelet hidden beneath their sleeves.

Javier let out a relieved breath, his shoulders relaxing. "I know all of you are strong, but those protection bracelets are something I made specifically to shield you from fatal attacks. Please, brothers. Make sure you always wear them."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Marcellus smirked, waving a dismissive hand as he leaned back in his chair with a comfortable exhale.

Cedric smirked, his eyes still fixed on his gleaming sword. "You worry too much, little brother."

Aelius smiled, adjusting his sleeve. "Well, I don’t have much of a choice. Athine insists I wear it even during my bath."

Heres shrugged, a faint, dreamy smile flickering across his face before he caught himself and cleared his throat. "Kliatana made it very clear I’m to keep it on at all times. So, I’ve gotten into the habit of wearing it every day, no complaints. It’s for my own good anyway."

Javier let out a calm smile, both hands still resting casually in his pockets. He noticed Celine had just finished her cup of chocolate, setting it down gracefully on the table.

"Are you ready?"

Celine rose from her seat with elegant poise, clasping both hands in front of her. "Yes, Husband. I am ready."

Javier nodded, then turned toward his brothers. "Alright, let’s go before our old man’s right-hand man comes to drag us there personally."

Everyone let out a soft chuckle, slowly rising from their seats. Cedric stood, carefully securing his sword at his waist, tightening the belt with practiced ease.

Just as they began to move, a presence outside the door made them pause. The air grew still, and they could feel someone standing just beyond the threshold.

"You know, I can hear everything you say," Alf’s voice came through, calm and measured.

Everyone swallowed nervously, offering sheepish smiles as Alf stepped into view, his usual stern expression fixed on them. He adjusted his glasses, then his cuff, before glancing at each of them.

"His Majesty has been waiting and wondering what is taking you all so long. He sent me to check on your progress."

Javier let out a sheepish smile, glancing around before pointing toward the empty cup on the table. "Ah... about that... we were waiting for Princess Celine to finish her drink first."

Alf’s gaze shifted to the cup. He adjusted his glasses once more, then gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well. However, I advise you not to keep His Majesty waiting any longer."

He turned and left, his footsteps echoing calmly down the hallway. The room fell into a brief silence before everyone let out a collective, quiet breath of relief.

Celine glanced at all of them, her voice soft and curious. "Pardon me, but may I ask something?"

Javier turned his head slightly. "Hmm? Yes, Celine?"

"Why did you all suddenly tense up when you saw that man?"

Javier and his brothers exchanged glances before Javier smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What was your first impression when you saw him?"

Celine pulled out a fan, opening it gracefully to cover her lips. "My impression... was that he is a butler. His attire and the way he presented himself seemed very much like that of a head servant."

Javier’s smile widened as he began walking out the door, his brothers falling into step behind him. Celine followed, with Ashara and Jiowana close behind.

"That’s true. But only on the surface." He paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Tell me, Celine. Which do you think holds a higher rank? A butler, or a Royal Advisor?"

( End Of Chapter )