Reborn As Noble-Chapter 527: A Strategic Response ( )
Chapter 527: A Strategic Response ( 527 )
The captain moved swiftly through the castle corridors, scrolls in hand.
When he reached the grand hallway outside the throne room, he came to an abrupt stop.
There—standing calmly with arms folded behind his back, was the royal advisor, dressed in ceremonial deep-green robes.
The advisor turned just slightly as the captain approached.
“Captain.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the captain said at once, his voice steady but urgent. “We have an important message. It arrived not long ago.”
The advisor raised an eyebrow, not moving.
“Just wait a moment,” he said coolly. “The messenger from Armand has already arrived. He is currently in a private meeting with his majesty, King Lioness.”
The captain paused—momentarily surprised.
A messenger from Armand? Already?
He took one step closer.
“…Sir, with respect. This is also from Armand.”
He held up the first scroll, showing the sealed emblem.
“But it didn’t come by hand. It came from an unknown thing that landed directly in the royal courtyard.”
The advisor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“And the second scroll?”
The captain lifted the other one, its markings less familiar.
“This one carries an unknown seal, but it came with the first. I believe both were sent together.”
The advisor stepped forward, expression finally shifting to seriousness.
“Let me see them.”
The captain offered both scrolls carefully.
The advisor took them, inspecting the seals one by one.
His fingers paused briefly on the Armand crest.
Then turned the second scroll slowly in his hands, eyes narrowing at the foreign seal and the subtle magic etched into it.
Something about it… didn’t feel threatening.
But it felt important.
Very important.
He straightened.
“I will personally deliver these to His Highness.”
The captain stepped back and bowed.
“Yes, sir.”
The advisor rushed through the great double doors without waiting for the usual ceremony.
“Your Majesty!”
King Lioness, seated comfortably on the throne with his massive golden cape draped over one shoulder, raised an eyebrow at the interruption.
“Hm? What’s wrong, Jiron?”
The room was quiet except for the light shuffle of guards stationed around the edges. The earlier Armand messenger had just finished his report and was being escorted out the side.
Jiron bowed lightly, then stepped forward with urgency in his eyes.
“We’ve just received another message, Your Majesty.”
Lioness tilted his head.
“Another? From Armand?”
“Yes, but not by courier.”
He held up the scroll bearing the Armand crest.
“This arrived via a flying device—some sort of drone, based on what our captain reported. It landed directly on the rune marker in the courtyard.”
Lioness’s eyes narrowed.
“Show me.”
Jiron stepped forward and handed him two scrolls.
“One has the Armand family seal. The other carries a different Armand emblem.”
Lioness took both without a word.
His gaze lingered on the second seal for a moment.
“…Garius youngest son…”
He looked back toward the map.
“So he makes his move. Just like I thought.”
He walked back to his throne slowly, both scrolls in hand, voice low and firm.
“Clear the chamber. I’ll read these alone.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
King Lioness stood at the center of the throne room, reading both scrolls in silence.
The formal one—written in the crisp, refined tone of Armand diplomacy.
And the other…
He smirked.
“Heh… just like Garius predicted.”
Behind him, Jiron tilted his head.
“Your Majesty?”
Lioness didn’t answer right away.
He looked down at the letter again—the phrasing, the seal, the arrogance.
Then he turned toward the advisor, eyes gleaming.
“The Armand messenger who arrived earlier… he delivered a message and a personal request from my old friend, Count Garius De Armand.”
Jiron’s brows twitched.
“A personal request?”
“He didn’t explain much, but…” Lioness tapped the scroll with a finger. “He did mention something like this.”
He turned slightly, facing the southern wall of the throne room where the kingdom’s military map was displayed—mountains, borders, contested zones.
“Now the opening is there.”
He smiled.
“So, Jiron… who do you think I should send to the first town?”
Jiron looked confused. “What do you mean, Your Majesty?”
Lioness held up the second scroll—the one with the new emblem.
“This one, Jiron… this carries a so-called ‘declaration of war’ from someone who now calls himself…”
He paused.
“…Lord Javier of New Armand.”
Jiron blinked.
“Declaration… of war?”
Lioness’s smile widened.
“He claims to have already ‘captured’ two dwarven towns previously occupied by the Halfling Kingdom. And now…”
He chuckled under his breath.
“Now he’s provoking me by sending a formal declaration of war against my throne. Personally.”
Jiron’s eyes widened slightly.
“So… it’s all a setup?”
Lioness nodded once.
“A clean one. The best kind.”
He looked down at the town marker near the Beastkin border on the map.
“Javier just gave me the legal reason to invade dwarven land without stepping on any kingdom toe.”
He tapped the map lightly.
“And now I get to decide who I send to ‘respond.'”
Inside King Lioness’s mind, thoughts stirred behind that sharp, unreadable gaze.
This boy… Garius’s youngest.
It would be a waste to let someone like him slip away unbound.
He looked again at the bold signature.
Lord Javier of New Armand.
And Mylezra… she already made her move. Tightening her thread to Armand. Clever elf.
But Lioness smiled faintly.
She won’t be the only one.
I still have time.
And Mimi… my youngest. Already training in Armand. Already getting stronger. Being shaped into a wife who can stand beside that boy—and not fall behind the first candidate.
His eyes flicked back to the war map.
Now… the question is: Who should I send to answer this so-called declaration?
My eldest son? No. Too rigid.
Second? Too soft.
He let out a slow breath.
No. It should be her.
“Jiron.”
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Call Princess Felicia.”
He smiled faintly.
“Tell her I have a mission for her.”
Jiron blinked once, but quickly bowed.
“As you command, Your Majesty.”
Inside King Lioness’s mind, the smirk faded, replaced by a quiet exhale.
Let’s hope that boy can handle her.
If he somehow makes her fall for him… all the better.
He tapped the scroll lightly against his palm.
Maybe Javier De Armand is the only one who can deal with this particular headache.
“Your Majesty?”
Jiron’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“Yes?”
“…Are you certain about sending Princess Felicia for this?”
Lioness sighed.
Then let out a low chuckle.
“This daughter of mine… she’s problematic.”
He turned away from the throne, walking slowly back toward the war map.
“That’s exactly why I’m sending her.”
Jiron lowered his head without question.
( End Of Chapter )
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