Reborn As Noble Chapter 1496: Counting Treasures, Ignoring Temptation ( 1496 )

"Wrexa slipped out?"

Luvia crossed her arms under her breast, her expression shifting into one of mild irritation.

Selon let out a long, weary exhale, his head lolling back against the couch cushion as he spoke in a flat, annoyed tone.

"Yes. She slipped out because she wanted to find a suitable girl for her little ’experiments.’ And instead of being careful, she ended up causing a mess that should never have happened. She chased after Armand’s special units, picked a fight with Garius’s sons before the right time, and almost got herself captured or worse... killed. Leader had to order me to go and fetch that bitch before everything escalated further. I had to drop what I was doing and drag her back through a portal. A complete waste of my time."

Luvia shook her head, letting out a soft, disappointed sigh. "The Master won’t be pleased once he hears about this."

"You tell me." Selon took another slow sip from his goblet, his voice dripping with irritation. "And worst of all? Gioni also slipped out with Erebra. They went off on their own without permission. And now Leader has gone out personally to fetch them."

Selon tossed the empty goblet toward the floor, the metal clattering against the dark stone before he let his body go limp against the couch, his voice becoming even more lazy and drawling.

"Can you believe it? One after another, they’re all crawling out before the Master gives the order. Do they not understand the situation? Do they not understand what’s at stake? We were told to wait. To be patient. But no. Wrexa wanted her little plaything. Gioni wanted food. And Erebra? That one probably just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And now Leader has to clean up after all of them."

He let his body go completely limp, his head lolling to the side as he continued, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.

"Look at me. I stay here. I relax. I follow orders. I’m the only one who actually understands how to behave. No running off. No causing chaos. Just... existing. Peacefully. That’s the proper way to serve the Master."

Luvia let out a slow breath, her gaze drifting toward the window before she spoke again. "And where is Gryre?"

"Hmm?" Selon raised an eyebrow, then let out a dismissive snort. "Greed? He’s in his room. Same as always. Counting his treasures, polishing his little trinkets, rolling around in whatever shiny garbage he’s hoarded this time. You know how he is. That creepy bastard."

He waved a hand lazily, his voice taking on a mocking, sing-song tone.

"Probably sitting in the dark right now, whispering sweet nothings to a pile of gold coins. ’Oh, my precious~ You’re so beautiful~ No one understands you like I do~’ Hah. That lunatic doesn’t care about anything unless it sparkles or costs a fortune."

Luvia’s gaze locked onto Selon’s lazy, sprawled form on the couch. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she spoke, her voice dripping with honeyed mockery.

"You know, Selon... for someone named Sloth, you really do take the title seriously. I almost admire your dedication to doing absolutely nothing."

Selon let out a low, annoyed groan, waving a hand dismissively without even opening his eyes. "Ugh! Go away, Luvia. Leave me alone. So annoying."

Luvia’s smirk widened. She moved closer, leaning down until her lips hovered near his ear, her voice dropping into a sultry, intimate whisper.

"Come on~ Let’s have some fun. Right here. Right now. I promise you won’t regret it~"

Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, tracing along her own cleavage before sliding down her curves, her fingers dancing teasingly over her gown.

Selon’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained flat and unimpressed. He let out a long, tired sigh.

"Not interested. Too much hassle. You’re exhausting just to look at. All that energy, all that touching, all that moving. It sounds like work. And I don’t do work unless I’m forced to. So... No thanks."

Luvia’s hand slid to his chest, her fingers caressing the fabric of his robe in slow, circular motions, her voice turning even more sultry.

"Mm~ Don’t be like that~ I’ll make it worth your while~ I’ll do all the work~ You just lie there and enjoy~"

Selon’s gaze remained flat, his voice monotone. "I want to relax. I have no interest in having sex. Too tiring. I don’t want to waste my energy on something so pointless. Go find some mortal to toy with. I’m sure they’ll worship you like the desperate little rats they are."

"Mmph! Just this once, Selon!" Luvia pouted, her voice carrying a whine of frustration.

"No. Go away."

Luvia let out a frustrated huff, her arms crossing under her breast as she shot him a sharp glare.

"You’re so weird! Do you know how easy it is for me? If I went out right now, I wouldn’t even need to seduce anyone. No matter the race, no matter the species, all I’d have to do is exist and they’d worship my body. They’d lick me all over, kill each other just for a single night with me, beg on their knees to taste even a drop of my sweat. And yet you? You just lie there like a useless lump!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Selon’s voice was completely flat, his eyes already half-closed.

Before Luvia could retort, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. His presence was calm and composed. He was handsome, sharply dressed, with a pair of sleek glasses resting neatly on his nose.

Luvia’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him. A seductive smile spread across her lips as she glided toward him, her hips swaying with deliberate grace. She reached out, her hand pressing against his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath the fabric.

"Gryre~~ You’re just in time~ I was getting bored with this lazy lump~ How about you and I... spend some time together~? I promise you’ll enjoy every second~"

Gryre glanced at her, his expression unreadable behind his glasses. His gaze drifted past her, landing on the silver goblet that Selon had carelessly tossed to the floor. He gently pushed Luvia aside, his voice calm and measured.

"Excuse me."

He walked past her, crouching down to pick up the goblet. He inspected it carefully, turning it over in his hands, his eyes gleaming with quiet interest as he nudged his glasses up.

"Pure silver... A bit tarnished, but still valuable. It’s a waste to leave it lying on the floor like this."

He pulled out a fresh handkerchief from his coat, carefully wiping the goblet until it gleamed under the dim light. He held it up, admiring the way the light caught its polished surface, a faint, satisfied smile curling on his lips.

"Beautiful..." Gryre murmured, holding the goblet up to admire it. "Look at the way the light catches the surface. The subtle curve of the metal, the weight of it, the craftsmanship. This isn’t just a goblet. It’s a piece of art. A testament to the skill of whoever forged it. Pure silver, well-aged, with a luster that only improves with time. You could sell this for a small fortune in the right market."

Luvia walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body against his back. She kissed his neck slowly, her lips trailing along his skin while her hand slid from his chest downward, her fingers finding the bulge at his crotch and gripping it gently.

"Gryre~ Forget that old goblet~ There’s a far more beautiful and expensive treasure right here~"

Gryre turned his head, nudging his glasses up as he glanced at her with a calm, analytical gaze.

"Where?"

Luvia’s smile widened. She stepped back, slowly pulling the strap of her gown down her shoulder. The fabric slipped, revealing her full, firm breast, her nipple already hardening in the cool air. She cupped it with one hand, squeezing gently as she presented herself to him.

"This treasure~"

Gryre’s eyes narrowed, fixing on her exposed breast. He stared for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. Then he gave a small, disinterested shrug, adjusted his glasses, and walked past her without a second glance.

"The silver goblet is more valuable. It’s antique, well-crafted, and can be appraised, sold, or traded. A breast, on the other hand, has no market value, no resale potential, and no long-term investment return. The goblet is clearly the superior asset."

The door clicked shut behind him.

Luvia stood frozen, her expression caught between disbelief and irritation, her breast still cupped in her hand, her mouth slightly agape.

Selon, still sprawled on the couch, let out a low, knowing chuckle.

"See? I told you. Creepy bastard."

( End Of Chapter )