Reborn As Noble Chapter 1403: No Sides, No Divisions ( 1403 )

Gracelle hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. "Big Sister... do you not feel the same way? When you see Javier-sama, does your heart not race? Do you not find it hard to breathe?"

Liana smiled softly, shaking her head. "No, I don’t."

Gracelle blinked in surprise at Liana’s casual answer before mumbling softly, "Is it... because you’ve been together for so long? Has the feeling... faded?"

The moment those words left her lips, Liana’s aura flared with a sudden, quiet intensity. Her face remained as beautiful as ever, but her eyes darkened, holding a depth of emotion that was both fierce and unwavering.

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a weight that silenced the air around them.

"Faded?"

Her gaze locked onto Gracelle, a different kind of smile curling at her lips, possessive and absolute.

"My love for Young Master isn’t a flame that flickers and fades with time. It is a fire that burns deeper with every passing day. It’s a part of me, like breathing. I don’t need to think about it. I don’t need to question it. Every thought in my head, every beat of my heart, every fiber of my being belongs to him."

She paused, her voice dropping into something quieter, more intense.

"I do not feel nervous or shy because my love for him is not a fleeting emotion. It is my purpose. It is my reason for being. There is no room for hesitation, no space for doubt. I belong to him, completely."

She leaned slightly closer, her eyes never leaving Gracelle’s.

"I would kill for him. I would die for him. I will be his sword, his shield, his shadow, and his light. I will follow him into the depths of the abyss if he asks me to. And you may not know this, but if there were any way to make him live longer, to extend his time in this world, I would find it, even if it cost me my own life."

Her gaze sharpened, holding Gracelle’s with terrifying clarity.

"Because the thought of a world without him in it is not a world worth living in. He is not just the man I love. He is the reason I exist. Before him, I was just an elf living day by day. After him, I became someone with purpose, with meaning, with a reason to wake up every morning. My love for him is not something that can fade. It is eternal."

Gracelle felt her body shiver, a cold chill running down her spine as Liana’s aura pressed against her. Before she could react, Gloria’s voice cut through the tension.

"L... Liana... calm down..."

Liana blinked, and in an instant, the terrifying aura vanished. Her expression softened into a gentle, warm smile as she turned back toward the slab of meat, resuming her work as if nothing had happened.

"Gracelle?"

Gracelle’s voice came out small, still trembling slightly. "Y... yes, Big Sister?"

Liana’s voice was sweet and smooth, carrying its usual elegance. "You should start finding a way to talk properly to Young Master. The last girl of his harem has already arrived. If you don’t act soon, she might take the position of sixth wife, and you will become the last, despite being the first one after me."

Gracelle’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.

Liana continued adjusting the slab of meat on the steel tray, closing the lid before channeling her mana into the dimensional storage bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet glowed softly, and the tray vanished inside.

She glanced at Gracelle, her smile soft but her eyes carrying a gentle warning.

"Young Master’s love and care are not things that change easily. Once he truly cares for someone, he will never abandon them, as long as he is not betrayed by that person. But that does not mean you should take his patience for granted. If you want to be his wife in more than just name, you must find the courage to speak to him."

Liana wiped her hands on a clean cloth, setting it down gently on the table before channeling a quick cleanse skill, her hands glowing faintly for a moment. She clasped her hands in front of her maid dress, her expression turning serious.

"Don’t get me wrong, Gracelle. I’m not saying this to create factions or competition among Young Master’s wives. There will be no sides, no divisions, no petty rivalries. We are all bound to him, and through him, we are bound to each other. There is no such thing as factions among Young Master’s wives. We stand together, or we do not stand at all."

Her gaze sharpened, her voice dropping into a cold, dangerous whisper.

"If anyone ever tries to create a divide among us, to pit us against each other, or to form a faction within this family... I will personally kill them. With my own hands. And I will make sure they understand the weight of their betrayal before they draw their last breath."

Her expression softened again, returning to its usual calm elegance.

"Because a house divided against itself cannot stand, and I will not allow the family we are building to crumble from within."

Liana smiled softly, her voice carrying a chilling calmness as she continued.

"It’s like a rotten tooth, Gracelle. If you do not pluck it out, the pain spreads, and soon, the whole body suffers. So before that happens, you must pull it out. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it bleeds, you remove it completely. Cleanly, swiftly, without hesitation."

She paused, her gaze steady and unyielding.

"And if such a rot ever takes root among us, I will not hesitate to remove it. Because finding a replacement for Young Master’s wife is not difficult. He is charming, kind, intelligent, and his voice alone can make any woman’s heart flutter. There will always be someone willing to take her place. So do not mistake my kindness for weakness. I love all of you as sisters, but I love him more than anything in this world. And I will protect this family, even from itself."

Liana’s gaze swept across each of them before she smiled softly.

"Just like certain someone, right, Gloria?"

Gloria smirked, nudging her glasses up with a finger. "Yes, Liana~ A certain princess from the Dwarven Kingdom. She’s lucky we haven’t dealt with her yet. But if she ever tries to appear before Young Master again~" She let the sentence hang, her smile turning sharp. "I’ll do the honors before you even have the chance."

Felicia smiled softly, her eyes still fixed on her book as she turned a page. "Big Sister Liana need not worry about me. My heart and loyalty belong to Husband alone. That will never change."

Delya, still nibbling on her chocolate, let out a dreamy, lovesick sigh. "Danna-sama~"

Gracelle glanced at each of them, her heart swelling with a quiet sense of awe at the unwavering devotion each of them carried. Before she could dwell on it further, Mimi’s voice rang out, her tail swaying lazily as she hung upside down.

"Ne~ ne~ Big Sis?"

"Hmm? Yes, Mimi?"

"When will Husband introduce us to the new junior, nya?"

( End Of Chapter )