Reborn As Noble

"Leave no one alive!"

Javier shouted as he charged forward, his voice sharp with determination.

Suddenly, he shifted his mana and leapt off Buddy's back, soaring high into the air like a silver blur under the moonlight.

In mid-air, he smoothly rotated his body, dual-wielding his mana guns, both glowing with power.

Explosive sounds echoed through the forest as Javier fired mana shots with precise aim, hitting cloaked assassins trying to escape into the shadows. Each impact erupted in flashes of blue and violet light, dispelling the illusion spells they used to hide and breaking their formations.

On the ground—

Liana's magic bow shone brighter with each arrow she released.

"Piercing Spiral—Seeker Volley!" she called out, shooting three arrows charged with piercing wind mana. The arrows twisted through the air like drills, striking assassins behind trees and splintering their cover.

Every arrow was a guaranteed hit—clean and quick.

Next to her, Gloria's Warhammer crackled with divine magic.

She charged into the group of enemies like a furious storm, swinging her hammer in wide arcs, each blow sending assassins flying and breaking bones with the force.

"You call this an assassination unit? This is just a warm-up," she muttered.

And around them—

The Mithril Puppet Knights surged across the battlefield.

They moved in perfect formation—faster than the best Armand guards, with no hesitation or emotion. The sound of their metal boots hitting the ground was almost rhythmic and terrifying.

With every coordinated swing, swords slashed, shields crashed, and spears pierced through cloaked enemies before they could react.

An assassin lunged from a treetop—

But one of the puppet knights extended its arm unnaturally fast, stabbing upward with its sword, impaling the attacker mid-air before tossing the body aside like a ragdoll.

Another puppet activated a mana cannon built into its shield, firing a short-range blast that took down five assassins at once.

All across the forest—

Screams, steel, and mana erupted like a chaotic symphony of death.

And above it all—Javier floated down from his leap, guns still blazing, his coat fluttering, and his eyes glowing behind his lenses.

Javier landed smoothly, his boots barely making a sound on the forest floor. A faint pulse of mana spread beneath him as he crouched, then stood up straight, both dual mana guns raised and humming with energy.

His coat fluttered in the night wind, and his eyes glowed behind his mana-lens glasses.

"Now, my wives…"

His voice carried calm authority.

"Go ahead. Crush the rest of them."

He turned his head slightly, eyes focused on the enemies trying to regroup.

"This isn't training anymore. Show them why no one crosses Armand and walks away."

With a flick of his wrist, he pointed both guns toward the treeline.

"I'll cover you with the puppet knights. They'll protect your flanks. Now move."

The ground trembled as the Mithril Puppet Knights repositioned, forming a protective barrier behind and around Liana and Gloria, shielding them from long-range sneak attacks.

"Ari. Aria."

Javier's voice lowered slightly, firm and steady.

"Assist them. Now."

A faint pulse resonated in the air as the spirits responded.

"Yes, Master~," Aria said cheerfully and confidently.

"Understood," Ari added, his tone more serious but resolute.

A wave of brilliant white and blue mana surged through Liana and Gloria, making their bodies glow faintly as they synchronized. Energy spiraled around them—smooth and responsive, flowing better than before.

Liana took a deep breath, mana swirling around her like wind.

"Arrow Style—Moonlight Cascade."

She pulled back her bowstring and released a volley of eight arrows, all glowing with spirit energy. They split mid-air, homing in on moving targets behind cover, arcing through the trees, and exploding on impact.

At the same time, Gloria's warhammer pulsed with golden-red light, sparks crackling along its handle. She spun around and slammed the hammer into the ground.

"Hammer Style—Radiant Impact."

BOOM—!!

A shockwave erupted from her strike, sending a dome of force outward. Assassin units caught in the blast were flung away, their armor dented and weapons broken. Even the trees splintered from the force of the impact.

Behind them, Javier raised his guns again.

"No escape."

From the shadows ahead, a surviving squad of assassins suddenly regrouped—silent signals exchanged, blades drawn, and cloaking magic flaring to life once more.

They rushed toward Liana.

She saw them coming—calm and focused.

Without hesitation, she slid her bow over her shoulder and, with a quick flick of her wrists, drew her dual curved blades, the steel shimmering faintly with wind mana.

"You picked the wrong target," she muttered.

But before she could take a step—

A warm energy pulsed through her.

"Let me! Just for a moment~!"

Ari's excited voice echoed in her mind, bubbling with eagerness.

Liana blinked.

"Wait—Ari, don't—!"

But it was too late.

Ari took over.

Liana's body surged forward, propelled by the spirit's enthusiasm. She leapt high into the air, spinning like a cyclone—her dual blades gleaming.

She descended like a whirlwind, slicing through the first wave of assassins in an instant. Her movements were fluid and almost graceful—each strike clean, deadly, and without wasted motion.

Three. Four. Seven assassins dropped in the blink of an eye, their bodies hitting the ground before they even realized they'd been struck.

Then she landed, her eyes narrowing.

"Ari!"

There was a pause... then a sheepish voice replied.

"Ah... umm... sorry. That was too fun…"

Liana exhaled slowly.

"Sync, not control," she said firmly, though a hint of amusement laced her voice.

"R-Right! I'll behave... I promise!" Ari's voice faded slightly, clearly embarrassed.

Javier, watching from behind as he took down another fleeing enemy with a clean shot, smirked through the mana talkie.

"Someone's getting a little too into the fight~."

"Focus, Young Master," Liana shot back dryly, adjusting her stance, blades gleaming in the moonlight.

Javier leapt into the air again, twisting like a dancer of war, both mana guns raised and glowing brightly with the soft hum of overcharged mana.

Every shot hit its target.

Assassins diving for cover were blasted back by concussive bursts. Those attempting to vanish into shadows were instantly illuminated by targeted mana flares, exposed and eliminated without mercy.

None were spared.

( End of Chapter )