Reborn As Noble

”Then you will have made a decision, Prince Javier. One that will define how Tybalt sees Armand, how our allies see us, and how you see yourself as a future ruler.”

Javier fell quiet, his playful defiance fading into something more somber. ”Yeah... I guess that’s the point, isn’t it?”

He straightened his shoulders slightly. ”Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Meanwhile.

Just beyond the Armand border wall.

Kayra held her daughter close with one arm while her other hand gripped the carriage’s interior handle. Cliff braced himself against the opposite side, knuckles white.

”I... I can’t believe how fast a Pekko-drawn carriage can move.”

She leaned forward slightly, peering through the small window toward the front where the driver sat. The man looked completely at ease, one hand resting lightly on the reins, the other propped casually against his thigh.

How can he be so calm at this speed?

And the massive bird pulling them didn’t seem burdened or tired in the slightest. Its head was held high, feathers rippling smoothly in the wind, its stride powerful and almost eager.

That monster bird looks... excited.

She glanced out the window again and saw Gilmon riding his own Pekko alongside the carriage. He was leaned back in the saddle, one arm draped loosely, chatting with another escorting soldier as if they were on a casual morning ride.

And she heard the rhythmic, spirited squawking of the Pekkos.

”Cuquawked~”

”Cuquawked!”

”Cuquaaaaaawked!”

Outside, the world blurred into streaks of green and brown. Trees, fields, distant hills all smearing past too fast to distinguish. The wind roared against the carriage frame, and the ground vibrated with the thrilling, raw speed of the creatures surging forward.

( End Of Chapter )