Reborn As Noble

A violent clash of steel rang out, the sound splitting the air. Kenjirou’s eyes widened as his attack was intercepted, and then.

Multiple strikes in rapid succession tore through him, forcing him back with each blow.

Javier blinked, his vision adjusting... and there, standing in front of him, was a lone figure.

Kliatana.

Her blade was still dripping with traces of dark energy she had carved away. She glanced back at Javier, her expression cold but steady.

”Dead?” she asked simply, her voice like sharpened steel.

Javier steadied his breath, his gaze sharpening on the girl who had just saved him.

”You also came here to kill me.?”

Kliatana’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, though her eyes stayed cold.

”Hmph. Talk big for someone who was a heartbeat away from losing his head,” she replied, her tone carrying both disdain and challenge.

She rested her blade against her shoulder, tilting her head just enough for her long hair to sway.

”You owe me your life, Javier De Armand,” she said flatly.

”And I will ask for payback... later.”

Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer before turning back toward Kenjirou.

Kliatana took a step forward, placing herself squarely between Javier and the open battlefield. Her eyes, sharp and commanding, locked on his.

”Command your knight to stop attacking my people who have left,” she said, her tone more of an order than a request.

Javier, despite the weight of exhaustion pulling at his body, let out a short chuckle. Even weakened, his voice carried a lazy defiance.

”Heh... do you think my knight is someone who kills without mercy?”

Kliatana didn’t waste breath on a reply. In the next instant, her form blurred, vanishing from sight. She reappeared in front of Kenjirou, her blade already in motion.

Slash after slash tore through the air, each strike landing with relentless precision. Sparks and blood sprayed in the flurry, her assault unbroken, her expression one of cold, unyielding fury.

Kliatana ended her flurry with one final, decisive stroke.

Kenjirou’s body crumpled as his head rolled across the blood-stained ground, coming to rest with a hollow thud.

She flicked her blade clean, then cast a brief glance over her shoulder toward Javier.

”I will ask you to pay me later.”

Javier, still kneeling and catching his breath, narrowed his eyes.

”Why didn’t you kill me? I killed your father.”

Kliatana didn’t bother turning around. Her voice was calm, but beneath it lay a deep, lingering bitterness.

”He killed all my brothers... my sisters... my mother, my stepmother... our entire family. The only one he spared was me. The others weren’t so lucky. He absorbed them, because of a special skill, so he could grow stronger.”

Her steps crunched lightly over the ground as she began to walk away.

”The only reason he kept me alive was because I created the Seventh you fought before.”

Javier tilted his head. ”Oh... but they were weak when they fought me.”

Kliatana’s tone sharpened, almost like a blade grazing the edge of his pride.

”Who do you think weakened them?”

( End Of Chapter )