Reborn As Noble

Her eye twitched. This had to be a nightmare…

She was supposed to be a warrior, a proud noble of Amazarak. But here she was, dressed like a servant, flipping skewers over a grill like a common cook.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine.

She slowly turned her head, feeling a piercing gaze fixed on her.

It was Liana.

The beautiful elf with silver hair watched her like a hawk.

”Donʼt you dare put poison in our young masterʼs food.”

Zania flinched.

Her grip on the tongs tightened. Does she think Iʼm foolish enough to do something like that?!

She glanced at Javier, who was happily chatting with Gloria, completely unaware of the silent conflict behind him.

No.

She wouldnʼt do anything.

Not because she was afraid of him—but because of the two watchful maids keeping an eye on her every move.

Zania nodded stiffly. ”I wonʼt.”

Liana narrowed her eyes. ”Good.”

Then, without another word, she returned to Javierʼs side, smiling sweetly as if she hadnʼt just threatened her life.

Zania swallowed hard. I might not survive this place…

Meanwhile, at the border between the Armand region and the Beastkin Kingdom, the Armand border gate stood tall and imposing, a massive stone structure strengthened with enchanted steel. The guards stationed there were expressionless, standing firm with their weapons ready.

Before them knelt a desperate figure on the cold ground.

”Please! Let me pass!”

The womanʼs voice trembled, her hands pressed together in a pleading gesture. Her clothes were slightly tattered from travel, and her eyes were red from exhaustion and grief.

”Iʼm not a bad person. Please… I just want to see Princess Zania one last time.”

She bowed her head, tears dripping onto the stone below her.

Beside her, a halfling escort stepped forward.

”I vouch for her,” the halfling said, her tone respectful but urgent. ”Sheʼs no threat. She only wants to see her princess. Just let her through.”

The Armand guards remained unmoving.

One of them, a massive figure in enchanted black armor, crossed his arms.

”No.”

The womanʼs breath hitched.

”Please…” she begged again, her voice barely above a whisper. ”I donʼt want to be late…”

She clutched her chest, feeling her heart pound painfully.

”I donʼt want her to die thinking she was alone… Please…!”

The lead guard exhaled sharply.

”No can do.”

The woman flinched.

”Just stay here,” the guard said, his voice firm but not unkind. ”You will be processed, inspected, and checked. Until then, you wonʼt move one step past this gate.”

He turned away, already reaching for his mana communication device.

”Main base,” he spoke into it, his tone serious. ”We have a situation. Requesting orders.”

A brief crackle of static followed, then a reply came through:

”Go ahead, border base.”

”We have an Amazarak woman here,” he reported. ”Claims to be a maid, not a warrior. She seeks passage to Gaze City.”

There was a pause before a firm voice responded.

”Are her documents in order?”

The guard glanced at the halfling escort, who nodded quickly.

”Yes, her documents seem valid. The halfling has vouched for her.”

”Understood. Hold her at the gate. Weʼll contact the main estate for final approval.”

”Acknowledged.”

The guard ended the transmission and crossed his arms. ”Youʼll have to wait,” he said plainly.

The halfling and the woman exchanged surprised looks.

”What… what was that just now?” the woman asked hesitantly.

The guard raised an eyebrow. ”Huh? Youʼve never seen a mana communication device?”

The halfling shook her head. ”Weʼve heard of them, but… to see it actually working—”

The guard smirked slightly.

”What? You thought we still used horses to carry messages?” he scoffed. ”If we did, youʼd be stuck here waiting for at least three to five days for someone to approve your passage.”

The woman swallowed hard.

Three to five days… By then, Zaniaʼs execution would be over.

She tightened her fists and lowered her head.

The guard studied her reaction but said nothing. Instead, he turned slightly and resumed his watch, his stance firm.

”Stay put. Weʼll have an answer soon.”

( End of Chapter )