Reborn As Noble-Chapter 226: Javier’s Moment ( )

"Next student, step forward."

The Archpriest’s voice echoed through the grand hall, causing the murmurs of the gathered nobles to die down.

"Javier De Armand of the Armand Household."

At the mention of his name, all eyes turned toward him—some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled skepticism. The youngest son of Count Armand, known more for his carefree attitude than his noble obligations, was about to receive his blessing.

Javier let out a small sigh and rose from his seat. With a lazy stretch, he adjusted his uniform and strolled toward the altar.

His steps were unhurried, unfazed.

Liana and Gloria watched from the side, both poised and composed. Meanwhile, Iria and Iziya, his newer maids, shifted nervously, feeling the weight of the moment.

Arriving at the altar, Javier stood before the Archpriest, a regal-looking man draped in ceremonial robes, who gestured toward a massive glowing crystal.

"Place your hand upon the crystal, and may the divine blessing reveal your path."

Javier wordlessly placed his hand on the crystal.

For a brief moment, silence.

Then—

The crystal erupted in a brilliant glow.

A pulse of radiant light spread outward, illuminating the entire hall. The noble children gasped, some instinctively shielding their eyes from the sudden brightness. The murmurs grew louder.

"That’s… brighter than usual."

"What kind of blessing is this?"

"Is it a powerful class?!"

From his seat at the front, the Headmaster smirked as he observed the reaction.

Meanwhile, the Archpriest carefully examined the shifting light within the crystal. His brows furrowed slightly before he took a small parchment, wrote down the result, and passed it to the Headmaster for confirmation.

After a long pause, the Archpriest finally turned back to the crowd.

With a booming voice, he declared—

"Javier De Armand has been bestowed with the title…"

A tense silence filled the hall.

"Noble Lord."

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then—

The hall erupted into murmurs.

"Noble Lord?"

"That’s the first time I’ve heard of such a class…"

"What does it even mean?"

Even among the gathered noble families, confusion spread. Titles like Mage, Knight, Warrior, or Healer were common. But Noble Lord? No scholar, priest, or noble had ever heard of such a designation before.

Javier, still standing at the altar, exhaled slowly, his expression neutral.

But inside his mind—

(Heh… lucky. Looks like my real class is still hidden…)

The Headmaster’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched Javier standing at the altar, completely unfazed by the murmuring nobles.

Damn you, Garius… You really left behind a son who isn’t just cheeky, delinquent, and mischievous—he’s a complete copy of you back when we were students here.

His sharp eyes flickered with amusement as he recalled the past.

Bringing those Pekkos…

Attending with Alf, Errinette, Hesbeirn as your personal escorts…

And now?

Your son does the exact same thing.

The Headmaster exhaled lightly, shaking his head.

But don’t worry, Garius.

As you requested before… the true result of his blessing ceremony will be given to Errinette in secret.

His smirk deepened as he glanced briefly toward the exit—where he was sure a certain battle maid was already waiting.

The Headmaster’s eye twitched the moment his gaze landed on a familiar figure.

Ugh… there she is…

That sly grin. That infuriating, knowing look.

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Damn you, Garius…

He exhaled sharply, already predicting what was coming next.

Standing partially hidden near the ceremonial platform, Errinette subtly gestured with her hand—beckoning him over with the smooth confidence of someone who already knew he had no choice.

The Headmaster groaned internally.

Of course Garius sent her.

His jaw clenched slightly, but he quickly masked his irritation. Adjusting his robes, he turned to his assistant with an air of practiced composure.

"You take it from here," he said, his tone flat.

The assistant blinked. "Sir?"

"I need to go somewhere," the Headmaster muttered, already stepping away. "Not gonna take long."

The assistant hesitated for a moment before giving a polite nod. "Understood, Headmaster."

Meanwhile, Errinette’s grin widened slightly as she watched him approach—amusement dancing in her eyes. Your next journey awaits at novelbuddy

The Headmaster exhaled as he handed over the parchment. "Here. The official result of the blessing ceremony."

Errinette accepted it with a graceful smile, her eyes flickering with amusement.

"It only shows the class ’Noble Lord,’ but I’m sure this is exactly what Garius wanted, right… Errinette?"

She chuckled softly, tilting her head playfully. "My, my, why so stiff, Headmaster? You don’t need to be so tense around me."

The Headmaster clicked his tongue and rubbed his temple. "Ugh. Who wouldn’t be?"

He crossed his arms, casting her a wary glance. "For those who don’t know you, maybe… but for me? Ugh…"

Errinette let out an airy giggle, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

"My, my, Arnold." Her voice was smooth and teasing. "Don’t be scared. I’m not going to do anything bad."

"Shhhh!!" The Headmaster’s eyes widened in horror as he quickly glanced around. "Don’t just say my name like that!"

Errinette blinked innocently. "What? It’s not like anyone heard that, ’Headmaster.’"

She deliberately exaggerated the title, mimicking his serious tone.

"Yeah, yeah…" The Headmaster let out a sigh before shaking his head. "By the way, last time Garius was here, I didn’t get the chance to meet him. The one and only—my friend and challenge."

Errinette smirked knowingly. "Oh my… but you never once won against him in battle."

The Headmaster twitched. "Tch… Don’t remind me of that."

Errinette gave a small, satisfied nod before reaching into her coat. "Ah, before I forget…"

She handed him a small gold pouch along with an officially sealed letter.

The Headmaster raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What’s this?"

"Lord Garius asked me to give these to you—along with that little favor you just handled."

The Headmaster narrowed his eyes. "Hey… I’m not taking a bribe."

Errinette’s smile widened, her tone smooth as silk. "Hmm? It’s not a bribe, Headmaster."

She leaned in slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"It’s just a small thank you for this help."

The way she said it, light and teasing, made it very clear what she was referring to.

The Headmaster scoffed, shaking his head as he eyed her up and down.

"And look at you, Errinette—still young, beautiful…" He smirked slightly. "I wonder what your and Alf’s secret is."

Errinette’s smile remained, but her eyes glinted mischievously. "You don’t need to know the full details, Arnold." Her voice was smooth and teasing, but with just enough weight behind it to make the Headmaster think twice.

The Headmaster twitched. "Tch… Figures."

Errinette tilted her head slightly, as if amused by his reaction. Then, with effortless grace, she bowed slightly.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on our Young Master."

She reached into her coat again, pulling out another pouch—this one far heavier than the last.

"And this…" she continued, placing the pouch directly into the Headmaster’s hands, "is for all the trouble our Young Master caused during his school days. All six months of it."

The Headmaster nearly winced at the mention of six months.

Tch. That damn brat really made my life miserable…

His fingers instinctively weighed the pouch—it was heavier than expected.

Before he could respond, Errinette spoke again, her voice light but deliberate. "Oh, and one more thing."

She gave him a polite, knowing smile.

"My Lord Garius sends his regards—and his personal thanks to you."

The Headmaster’s expression shifted slightly.

Errinette’s eyes narrowed playfully as she delivered the final message. "He also mentioned that… if you ever need any help in the future, don’t worry… and just ask."

The Headmaster sighed deeply, rubbing his temple.

He exhaled, rolling the gold pouch in his palm. "Well, if he said that…" He huffed, shaking his head. "I’ll hold on to that. He’d better keep his promise."

He leaned back slightly, stretching his shoulders before muttering, "Haaah… If I wasn’t buried under work, I’d have visited Armand by now."

Errinette tilted her head slightly, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Oh my… Is that so?"

"Tch." The Headmaster clicked his tongue. "You know how this noble school system is."

He gestured vaguely toward the grand hall, where noble families still lingered, whispering about the recent ceremony. "After the Blessing Ceremony, there’s always another batch of new students who can’t wait to enroll." His voice was heavy with sarcasm. "All those young nobles eager to prove themselves… until they realize how much of a headache this school actually is."

Errinette chuckled softly, her expression unreadable. "My, my… then I suppose you’ll be busy for quite a while, Headmaster."

The Headmaster let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples again. "Ugh… Don’t remind me."

( End Of Chapter )