Reborn As Noble-Chapter 355: Fear and Fancies ( )

Zania's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she watched Liana slowly put the key into the lock.

Click.

Her body froze.

This was a joke, right?

A trick?

She whipped her head toward the guards, desperation flaring in her eyes.

"P-please!!" she shouted. "Stop her!"

But—

The guards?

They weren't even looking.

One casually flipped a page in his book.

Another took a leisurely sip of his coffee.

Not a single one of them moved.

Not one even acknowledged what was happening—

Like it was normal.

Like this was just another quiet evening in Armand.

Zania's blood ran cold.

She turned back just in time to see—

Liana.

Still smiling.

Still watching her.

And to Zania—

That smile was the scariest thing she had ever seen.

The cell door creaked open—slowly, deliberately.

Liana's fingers lingered on the handle, drawing out the moment as if savoring Zania's fear.

Then, with the same gentle, almost motherly smile, she stepped inside and locked the door behind her.

Zania's breath hitched.

Her eyes darted frantically around the cell—searching for something, anything.

A weapon.

An escape route.

A guard willing to stop this madness.

But—nothing.

The key clinked as Liana tossed it outside, letting it slide across the cold stone floor.

Now—

They were alone.

Trapped together.

Liana took a slow step forward, tilting her head.

"What's wrong?" she murmured, her voice light and teasing.

Zania's fists clenched, but her body refused to move.

Her instincts screamed at her.

This wasn't an ordinary maid.

This wasn't an ordinary woman.

This was a monster in disguise.

"I thought Amazarak warriors feared no one?"

Liana's smile didn't fade.

If anything—

It only grew wider.

Zania's voice pierced through the silence of the prison.

"HELP!!"

Her desperate screams echoed against the cold stone walls.

But the guards?

They didn't even flinch.

No one moved.

No one answered.

She was truly alone.

Zania's breathing grew rapid as Liana took a slow, deliberate step forward.

And another.

And another.

Zania stumbled back, her legs weak, her body trembling.

Too scared.

Her mind screamed at her to fight—to do something.

But she couldn't.

Her knees buckled, and for the first time in her life—

She knelt.

Tears fell freely, rolling down her cheeks as she lowered her head.

"P-please…"

Her voice cracked.

"Don't hurt me…"

Liana stopped just in front of her, tilting her head.

Her smile never faded.

Emerald eyes gleamed with amusement, curiosity—and something deeper.

She simply watched.

Calmly. Patiently.

Zania's breath shuddered as she pleaded, "Please…" Her voice barely above a whisper. "I will be executed soon… Please… at least…"

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Her words broke into quiet sobs.

Liana knelt before her, reaching out to gently brush a tear from Zania's cheek.

"Oh my…" Liana murmured softly.

With the sweetest, most poisoned voice, she continued, "I thought you couldn't talk?"

Zania flinched.

Liana giggled, brushing back a lock of Zania's hair.

"I thought you never cried?"

Zania shook violently.

Liana's fist tightened, her knuckles cracking as the air grew heavy around them.

She raised her hand, fully prepared to strike—

To break this girl.

To remind her who she was dealing with.

But at that moment—

"Liana."

A voice.

His voice.

Liana's body froze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She knew that voice.

The one she loved.

The one she lived for.

Slowly, she lowered her fist.

Turning to him, her entire expression softened, the tension melting away.

"Yes, Young Master?"

Her tone was gentle, devoted.

She stood, dusted off her skirt, and—

Bowed.

Graceful. Poised. Perfect.

Finally, she smiled.

A genuine, warm smile.

The kind of smile she only showed for him.

Javier bent down, picking up the key from the cold stone floor.

With a soft click, the cell door swung open.

He leaned against the frame, his usual mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Liana, come out."

Liana turned to him, tilting her head slightly.

"You're not a girl suited for a prison cell," Javier teased.

Liana let out a soft giggle, covering her lips with her fingers.

"Oh my, Young Master, are you worried about me?"

Javier's grin widened. "Obviously."

His eyes flicked toward Zania, still kneeling on the ground.

His smile didn't fade, but his tone turned firm.

"And bring her too."

Liana's playful expression vanished instantly, her emerald eyes gleaming with something dangerous as she turned back to Zania.

"Yes, Young Master. As you wish."

Without hesitation, Liana grabbed Zania's arm, yanking her to her feet.

The Amazarak princess gasped, stumbling forward.

Liana leaned in close, her lips just near Zania's ear.

Her voice was sweet—almost affectionate.

"If you run…"

A shiver ran down Zania's spine.

"Or even think about running…"

Liana's grip tightened.

"I will be so happy~ to hunt you down."

Zania's throat felt dry.

Liana's smile was warm, but her eyes?

Cold. Ruthless. Deadly.

Zania understood.

She wasn't leaving.

She wasn't escaping.

She belonged to Armand now.

The heavy stone corridors echoed with soft footsteps as they made their way toward the prisoner processing area.

Javier led the way, hands casually tucked behind his head, walking with his usual lazy confidence.

Behind him, Liana dragged Zania along with ease, her grip still tight around the Amazarak princess's arm.

"Young Master~" Liana's voice was sweet, prompting Javier to glance over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"I hate touching her arm." Liana pouted slightly. "Can I grab her hair instead?"

Zania stiffened at the suggestion.

Javier sighed dramatically.

"Ehhh? No, no, no! You are sweet, gentle Liana. My Liana."

He turned slightly, flashing a grin.

"Don't do that."

Liana chuckled softly, tilting her head.

"My, my… Young Master, you always know how to ruin my fun."

Leaning in, her lips came barely inches from Zania's ear.

In a whisper only Zania could hear, she said, "Don't worry, girl. You won't be hanged."

Zania blinked, a flicker of hope sparking in her chest.

But Liana smirked, adding, "But beheaded instead."

Zania choked on her breath, a sharp chill crawling down her spine.

Her legs weakened, threatening to give out.

She almost tripped—until Liana held her firm.

"Oops~ careful now," Liana hummed, feigning innocence.

Javier, watching from the corner of his eye, sighed again.

"Liana…"

"Yes, Young Master~?" she replied, beaming.

"You're having too much fun."

Liana simply smiled wider.

( End of Chapter )