Reborn As Noble Chapter 5 Bold Declaration ( 5 )
Previously on Reborn As Noble...
While Meira kept me pressed against her, I figured that just one side wouldn't suffice. Through a small but resolute motion, I turned my head toward the opposite side of her bosom.
Time to check if this one has a superior flavor!
Meira let out a gentle gasp, her cheeks flushing to a deeper red. "Young master… you're truly relentless, aren't you?"
From the far end of the chamber, Francesca, now properly attired, turned to look at us with a playful grin. She placed her hands on her waist and shook her head. "Ara, Javier, you're such a mischievous kid."
Her gaze shifted to Meira, sparkling with mischief. "Meira, please look after him for me, okay? I'm heading off for breakfast."
"Ehh?!" Meira's ears flicked in alarm. "Madam, hold on—what… ah… umm… alright…"
Francesca then departed, leaving me by myself with my embarrassed catfolk nanny.
Meira released a lengthy breath but didn't attempt to dislodge me. Rather, she repositioned her grip, allowing my bold quest to proceed.
"Young master," she whispered, her tone mixing humor and shyness, "if you go on like this, I might never marry… so you'll need to take accountability, alright?"
Accountability? As my wife? You? Count me in completely!
I halted for a moment, glancing upward at her with an expression I aimed to be sly but pure. No need to fret, Meira. You'll become my spouse before long. At least… after I mature.
Fueled by my private promise, I reattached myself, tuning out her quiet sighs and sporadic grumbles.
"It's fortunate you're adorable," she whispered, her golden gaze tender as she looked down at me.
Adorable? Not quite, Meira. I'm driven. And once I'm grown, you'll appreciate this fateful instant.
With her tail grazing my small feet, a profound feeling of success washed over me. At present, I'd savor the coziness, the ease, and the joyful unawareness of my young years.
Yet deep inside, I was already scheming ahead. Meira would belong to me. Of that, I felt certain.
"Meira!" A mild but piercing voice echoed from beyond the door.
I stiffened right away, seething inwardly. Argh! Who would dare disrupt this ideal scene? Aren't you aware my lovely Meira is occupied with her honorable task of nourishing me?
The door swung open with a creak, revealing another presence—a graceful, tall woman boasting long silver-blonde locks and vivid emerald eyes. Her tapered ears marked her as an elf too. She moved with subtle command, her serious look indicating no time for levity.
"Meira," she stated, her words kind but resolute. "What exactly are you up to?"
Meira stiffened, her ears jerking anxiously. "Umm… umm…" she faltered.
"You realize us maids aren't permitted to nurse the young master," the woman pressed on, her voice steady though soft.
Interesting. So she's the chief servant here, I mused, still clinging to Meira. Definitely head maid energy. And stunning too. Man, this place is full of stunners.
Meira fretted, rushing to justify. "T-This is what Madam Francesca ordered! I'm merely… obeying instructions!"
The elf lady, whom I instantly pegged as the head maid, drew a heavy sigh. "Is that the case?" She shook her head with slight reproach. "Come on to the dining spot. Breakfast awaits us."
"W-What of the young master?" Meira inquired, gripping me tightly in worry.
"We can't abandon him here," the head maid declared, her decision absolute. "Carry him with us."
"Yes, Miss Liana," Meira replied submissively.
So her name is Liana, I pondered, a spark of interest stirring. Yet another knockout. My fortune knows no bounds.
Moments later, we reached the servants' eating space. It was modest but inviting, unlike the lavish nobles' banquet room. Liana motioned for Meira to transfer me.
"Give him to me," she instructed. "You must eat, and I'll supervise him in the meantime."
"Y-Yes, Miss Liana," Meira agreed, passing me over with hesitation.
The instant Liana took me, her steady yet soft hands cradled me effortlessly. I gazed up at her, admiring her refined yet gentle traits.
Elf's milk, eh? Wonder if it varies.
I pressed into her bosom without delay, following my natural urges.
"Ah!" Liana uttered a startled noise, her green eyes flaring wide. "Young master! What on earth? There's no milk available!"
You can't be sure without testing, right?
Liana exhaled, evidently unused to such behavior. "Heavens, you're tenacious," she grumbled, shifting her grasp to prevent me from yanking her attire.
While the maids consumed their morning meal, I rested in Liana's embrace, but surrender wasn't an option. My tiny fingers persistently aimed for her collar, seeking to shift it.
"Cease that," she whispered, her ears flicking as she gently pushed my hands aside. "You're behaving like a cheeky little cat."
Cat? Nah, I'm a ravenous wolf in disguise. My resolve is ironclad!
Even with her mild rebuke, I persisted. My determination sparked laughter from the other servants at the table.
"Seems the young master has a fondness for you, Liana," one jested.
A second added, "Perhaps he's staking his claim for a future wife!"
Liana's face colored faintly, but she held her dignity. "That's quite enough," she replied, her voice firm yet fair.
Breakfast continued, and I maintained my efforts with my small hands, grasping at her bosom whenever possible. Though I tried my hardest, she deftly thwarted my attempts.
Lying in the poised arms of the impeccably refined but frustratingly inaccessible Miss Liana, a pang of denial started to hit me. Her grace and sophistication were evident, yet her rigid demeanor spoiled the vibe entirely.
Ugh, this elf's far too haughty. Believes she's beyond reach, does she? Alright then! Back to my gorgeous Meira—the genuine second mother in my soul!
With fresh resolve, I extended my small arms toward Meira, who sat close by, savoring her food. I twisted and turned, conveying my desire plainly.
"Hmm?" Meira spotted my efforts and cocked her head, ears perking with intrigue. "Young master? Is something amiss?"
Liana's brow furrowed a bit, securing me tighter. "He's alright, Meira. Allow him to calm."
No way! Release me, you sharp-eared warden! My true target sits there, dining tranquilly. I need to rejoin my feline deity!
I continued stretching and letting out soft whines of dissent. Meira giggled lightly, placing her utensil aside. "It appears he prefers me, Miss Liana."
Liana breathed out in irritation. "He's merely cranky. Don't cater to it."
"Oh, but he's the sweetest little one," Meira responded with a kind grin. "Come to me, young master."
Meira stretched out, and Liana yielded me unwillingly. Once returned to Meira's hold, I settled in with a pleased exhale.
"That's better," Meira soothed, her tail waving contentedly. "Young master missed me, didn't he?"
Indeed, indeed I did. Now, regarding that milk…
Meira held me tenderly, resuming her eating with one hand. Her comforting heat and subtle lavender aroma eased my annoyance.
From her position, Liana observed with a quiet huff. "You're pampering him excessively, Meira. He'll turn unmanageable soon enough."
Meira chuckled gently, her yellow eyes gleaming with fondness. "Let him act like a babe for now. He's utterly delightful this way."
Delightful? Rather, unwavering. As she dined, I started rubbing against her once more, plainly indicating my wish.
"Hmm? Oh, young master, not once more!" Meira exclaimed, embarrassed yet amused. "You truly are unrelenting."
Liana moaned, rubbing her forehead. "You're fostering poor behaviors, Meira."
Yet Meira grinned, caressing my small head. "If it brings him joy, I'm fine with it."
Joy? Oh, Meira, you're beyond my wildest dreams. My secondary mother, my feline idol. Someday, I'll claim you… after I've grown.
For the moment, I was satisfied remaining there, tucked in her embrace, fantasizing about sampling every drop of milk this realm provides.
( End Of Chapter )