Reborn As Noble Chapter 1511: The Smile of a Monster, The Charm of a Prince ( 1511 )

Julius kept his warm, kind smile plastered on his face as he waved toward the cheering crowd, his golden armor gleaming under the afternoon sun. The Divinity soldiers flanked him, their spears held upright, while the officials followed close behind.

His eyes swept across the crowd, lingering on the women who had gathered to catch a glimpse of the famous hero. His smile never wavered, but his thoughts churned with cold, dismissive judgment.

Ugh... Look at these women. Plain faces, dull eyes, bodies shaped by hard labor and poor meals. A few are passable, maybe decent enough for a quick fuck, but none of them are worth my time. They don’t have the grace, the beauty, or the class of the women I usually bed. These are the kind of women who would be grateful just to be noticed by someone like me.

His gaze settled on a young woman standing near the edge of the crowd, her cheeks flushed as she clutched her hands together. He gave her a warm, charming smile, making her swoon, before his thoughts turned darker.

Heh~ Look at her. She’s already blushing, already dreaming about me. If I wanted, I could have her tonight. Her husband is probably working late or traveling often. She has a really good body though. Those hips, that waist, and her breast size. Mm~ I bet she’d look even better bent over a bed.

I wonder if she’ll scream hard when I fuck her tonight and make her cum until she can’t stand.

His eyes drifted across the gathered women, lingering on each one as he mentally undressed them.

Mm~ That one has a nice pair, round and full, straining against her bodice.

Oh~ That one has a plump ass, the kind that would bounce nicely with each thrust.

And that one~ ooh~ those long legs that would wrap perfectly around my waist.

Maybe I should fuck a few of these men’s wives tonight. Slip into their homes while their husbands are away. Take what I want. They wouldn’t be able to refuse me. Not with this face, not with this charm, not with my status as the Supreme Leader of all summoned heroes.

Most of these women are too easy. They would strip themselves bare the moment I glance their way. They’d spread their legs willingly, scream in pain from the size of my cock, then beg for more until I filled them with my seed.

Or better yet. I could just ask the officials to send them an ’official letter’ summoning them to meet me at the residence the Divinity officials arranged for my stay in this town.

They’d come running, thinking they’ve been chosen for some divine honor. And when I get them pregnant? They should feel lucky. Honored. They’d be carrying the child of a blessed hero. A child with my blood, my power, my greatness. Their pathetic bloodline would be elevated just by having my seed inside them.

He smiled warmly at an elderly woman who reached out to touch his arm, patting her hand gently.

"Bless you, good grandmother. May the goddess watch over you."

The old woman wept with joy, clutching her hands to her chest.

Julius kept walking, his radiant smile still fixed in place as he waved to the crowd. But after a few more minutes of smiling, waving, and pretending to care, his patience began to wear thin. He glanced sideways toward one of the officials walking beside him, keeping his voice low and sharp while maintaining his public facade.

"Where is my horse? Is it not ready yet? I’ve been walking through this filthy town for far too long."

The official leaned in slightly, keeping his own voice low and respectful. "Your Excellency, your horse has been prepared at the end of this road. There is a wider avenue there where you may mount and ride without obstruction."

Julius let out a low, barely audible grumble, his eyes narrowing with annoyance. "So annoying. Walking through this mud-filled street is a waste of my time. My boots are already getting dirty. Do you have any idea how much my divine armor costs? The full plate, the divine sword, the divine shield, all of it blessed by the Supreme Goddess herself. And now they’re covered in this filth."

He paused, his gaze subtly shifting toward a young woman in the crowd, the one he had been eyeing earlier. He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping even lower as he spoke to the official.

"See that woman over there? The one with the brown hair and the blue dress. Send her an official invitation. Tell her she has been chosen to receive a personal blessing from the Supreme Leader of all summoned heroes. Have her brought to my residence this evening."

The official fell silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before letting out a slow, quiet exhale.

"Understood, Your Excellency. I will see to it."

Julius’s eyes narrowed coldly, his voice carrying a sharp edge of warning. "Good. See that you do. And don’t keep me waiting."

Meanwhile.

Armand Nation.

Armand Estate.

A small group of newly assigned household maids had gathered near the grand fountain in the outer courtyard, their brooms and baskets resting beside them as they paused in their morning duties.

They had been tasked with sweeping the walkways, tending the flowerbeds, and polishing the stone paths, but their attention had been stolen by the sight of Javier in the distance.

He stood near his personal workshop building, laughing and talking with Buddy. With a casual snap of his fingers, a huge, long portable magic grill materialized in front of him, its surface gleaming under the morning light.

The maids watched from a distance, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Ah~ Our handsome prince~" one of them sighed dreamily, clasping her hands together.

"Mm~ I heard from the senior maids that Miss Liana and Miss Gloria were so lucky," the second maid added, her voice soft with envy. "They started as his personal maids, and now they’re his official fiancées. Can you imagine? Serving him every day, being so close to him... and now they get to stand by his side forever."

"Oh, not only that," chimed in the third maid, her eyes sparkling. "Two beastkin princesses are also his fiancées. Princess Felicia and Princess Mimi."

"Oh... the cheeky catgirl?"

"Shush!" the second maid hissed, her voice sharp with warning. "Don’t call her that so casually. No matter what, she’s still a princess from another nation. You never know who might be listening."

The fourth maid nodded thoughtfully. "And Miss Gracelle is a noble young lady from the Mathrias region. I heard she was bedridden for so long. The senior maids told me that Prince Javier saved her life by performing the first surgery ever done in this world. It was a breakthrough that elevated Armand’s healing and medicine to an entirely new level."

The fifth maid let out a wistful sigh. "They’re all so lucky to become the wives of the most handsome man in this nation."

"Mm~ That I agree," the first maid said, her voice dreamy. "I’ve never seen anyone more handsome than the youngest prince. Don’t get me wrong, Prince Marcellus, Prince Cedric, Prince Aelius, and Prince Heres are all handsome too. But none of them compare to Prince Javier. There’s just something about him... that charm, that smile, that effortless confidence. He’s on a whole other level."

( End Of Chapter )