Reborn As Noble

”What?! The team we sent to kill Garius youngest son is missing?!” he yelled, glaring at the scared informant in front of him.

The informant, sweating, nodded nervously. ”Y-Yes, my lord. The latest reports say Gariusʼs son was last seen near the border.”

Lord Klimbertʼs face twisted in disbelief. ”Then how come our teams havenʼt killed him yet?!” His voice grew sharper, cutting through the room. ”We sent two top assassin groups! There are only two roads to the capital, and weʼve covered both!”

The attendants and soldiers exchanged worried looks, knowing better than to interrupt Lord Klimbertʼs famous anger.

”I want answers!” Lord Klimbert growled, gripping the armrest tightly. ”Find out whatʼs happening! Where are those teams, and why havenʼt they finished their mission?!”

”Yes, my lord!” A senior officer quickly bowed and left the hall to give orders.

The room went silent as Klimbert leaned back in his chair, thinking hard. His expression darkened. Thereʼs no way a child and a maid could escape from two of my best assassin teams.

He clenched his teeth. Garius must have something planned…

”Ughhh!! That Armand territory was supposed to be mine!” he growled. ”And yet that Garius managed to survive all these years!”

He swept his arm across the table, knocking over a goblet that crashed to the floor. The servants jumped but didnʼt dare to move.

”FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” he shouted, his voice bouncing off the stone walls. His anger grew as he remembered how the Armand family rose to power. ”I sent the best assassin groups, the strongest fighters—everything I could! And yet, that lowborn scum still became a Count!”

He turned to a group of quiet advisors on the other side of the room, his eyes blazing with rage.

”Do you know what that means?!” he yelled. ”It means all of you have FAILED me! AGAIN!”

”My lord,” one brave advisor started, his voice shaking, ”maybe we underestimated—”

”Underestimated?!” Klimbert shouted, cutting him off. He pointed a trembling finger at the man. ”Donʼt even talk to me about underestimating! That ʼlowbornʼ has been outsmarting us every step of the way! This is not just underestimating—this is incompetence!”

The advisor turned pale and quickly bowed his head.

Klimbert took a deep breath, trying to control his anger, but the bitterness lingered. ”Garius... that sneaky bastard. He should have died with the rest of his family. And now, his son is heading to the capital.”

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. ”No matter what it takes, I will destroy that family. If the assassin teams have failed, then Iʼll hire armies, mercenaries—whatever it takes! I wonʼt let the Armand name succeed while mine suffers!”

”Haaarrrghh!!” he shouted. ”Gariusʼs eldest son is rising in mage rank like itʼs easy, and his second son leads a paladin team! All of his children have the best classes, far better than my useless brats!!”

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging into the wood of the table. His eyes burned with hatred, his body shaking with rage.

”FUCK!! This is unacceptable!” he yelled. ”I will not let Gariusʼs youngest son live! I want him dead before he even reaches the capital!”

”Yes, my lord,” an advisor replied, bowing his head, his voice shaky but eager to avoid Klimbertʼs anger.

Klimbert paced back and forth, his mind filled with plans. Suddenly, he turned sharply toward his advisor.

”Set up a meeting with Lord Amboast and Jaist, immediately,” he ordered, his voice cold. ”Tell them the plan will go ahead without delay. I want their full cooperation.”

The advisor nodded quickly and bowed lower. ”Understood, my lord. Iʼll send the message at once.”

Klimbert sneered, a wicked grin on his face. ”Gariusʼs precious youngest son wonʼt reach the capital alive. Iʼll make sure his journey ends in failure—and his family is destroyed.”

A servant cautiously approached, bowing deeply. ”My lord, should I gather more forces?”

Klimbert sneered again, his expression vicious. ”Prepare everything. I want spies, mercenaries, and assassins waiting at every checkpoint to the capital. Make sure Gariusʼs brat doesnʼt see another sunrise!”

”Yes, my lord!” The servant hurried away, leaving Klimbert to simmer in his anger.

Staring into the flames, Klimbertʼs expression turned cold and calculating. ”You may have come this far, Garius,” he muttered darkly, ”but Iʼll ensure your family is wiped out. Count or not, your end is near.”

(End of Chapter)