Reborn As Noble-Chapter 632: Harem Hauled and Hero Punished ( )

Liana stepped forward calmly, her maid skirt fluttering slightly as she approached and gently lifted Ferine’s chin.

Their eyes met.

Liana smiled softly.

Her other hand reached up and lightly tapped Ferine’s left cheek...

Then the right.

"Hmm..." Liana tilted her head. "Cute... very cute..."

A brief pause.

Liana smirked as her chest subtly pressed forward, blocking half of Ferine’s vision.

"...But not enough," she whispered playfully.

Ara~ Gloria stepped in right behind. "That’s true~"

A gentle bounce accompanied her serene smile, as if the laws of elegance had been twisted to tease.

Ferine gulped. "T-this is..."

Felicia silently circled behind her.

Ferine felt something touch her side.

Felicia was checking her waist.

Graceful, calm, quiet... but surgical in her judgment.

Ferine turned her head, just in time to catch the final blow.

Boing~

Three different sounds.

Three different shapes.

One shared fate.

Ferine froze.

Ferine lowered her head, a tiny storm cloud of despair forming above her.

She slumped slightly, her confidence completely shattered.

The three beautiful girl in front of her all smiling.

"Let’s go find that playboy now~" she said sweetly... too sweetly.

Gloria adjusted her glasses, her serene expression unwavering.

"Mmhmm... before he adds another girl into his arms."

Felicia nodded quietly, her tone calm, but her eyes sharp.

"How dare he become a playboy before even reaching adulthood..."

The three of them began walking.

A dark aura trailing behind their gentle smiles.

Ferine stood frozen, watching the three beauties march ahead like battle maidens going to war.

Meanwhile, Javier was sprinting through the royal palace corridor.

"Shit! I’m dead!"

His footsteps echoed.

"I was supposed to drag that old dwarf out..."

"...Now I’m the one who’s gonna get dragged out by my collar!!"

His heart pounded.

"Still... ehehehe... good kiss. That’s six girls secured..."

He chuckled.

Then—

Dead end.

He skidded to a stop.

"...Ah... shit."

He spun around. Too late to backtrack—he could hear footsteps.

High heels. Three pairs. Slowly getting closer.

Javier’s eye twitched.

"Okay. Calm. Think. You’re smart. You’re cool."

He glanced around.

Then—zip!

He vanished, using his invisible skill.

"...Please, please, let Liana forget to use her detection skill..."

He pressed himself silently against the wall, eyes wide.

Inside his mind:

I’m not a criminal. I’m not a criminal. I’m just popular thirteen-year-old noble!

A moment of silence.

The footsteps got closer.

Three shadows stopped at the end of the corridor.

Liana’s voice floated in, calm and sweet.

"...Hmm. That scent."

Gloria murmured.

"He’s close."

Felicia said quietly.

"He used invisibility."

Javier’s eyes widened.

Oh crap.

Liana slowly turned toward the wall where Javier hid.

"...Found you~"

Before Javier could react, a hand clamped onto the back of his collar.

Yank!

Javier was pulled out of invisibility midair, legs flailing.

"Liana!! Mercy!! Mercy!!" he wailed as Liana began dragging him down the hallway like a naughty child caught stealing cookies.

"It’s not my fault! I swear! My face! Not the face—please!!"

A fist met cheek.

"Eeeekkkk!!!"

Another jab to his side.

"OW!! Liana!"

But Liana was merciless. Gloria calmly rolled up her sleeves.

"My turn~"

Felicia simply crossed her arms and watched with serene judgment.

"Discipline is necessary for unruly animals," she remarked softly.

The only sounds echoing through the palace corridors...

"Eeeekkk!!"

"Not my face!"

Later...

Javier lay crumpled on the cold floor, one eye twitching, both hands up in surrender.

His hair was a mess, his noble coat slightly crooked, and his pride in tatters.

"...sob...sob... scary..."

Liana stood beside him with her arms crossed, looking satisfied.

Gloria gently adjusted her glasses.

"Young master~"

"Eeekk!! I won’t! I won’t add more girls!! I promise! Ferine is the last one! THE LAST ONE!! I SWEAR!!"

The three women glanced at each other.

Liana smiled.

Gloria chuckled.

Felicia simply said,

"Hmph. We’ll see."

Javier curled into a fetal position.

Too powerful... this world’s women are too powerful...

Meanwhile...

Behind a slightly cracked door, Gumarak peeked cautiously into the hallway.

He had seen it all.

The dragging.

The screaming.

The "not the face!!"

The horror.

"...This," Gumarak muttered to himself, "is why I said Armand people are scary..."

A cold sweat rolled down his back.

"Punishment by Garius? Veldrac? Lioness? Mylezra?"

He shuddered.

His imagination painted vivid pictures of Lioness doing flip-kicks, Veldrac landing acrobatic slaps, and Mylezra’s calm voice instructing her elite healers to "Keep him alive. We’re not done."

And Garius?

Gumarak didn’t even want to imagine what that smiling demon would do.

"...Beheading is mercy," he whispered to himself, clutching his blanket like a shield. "Quick, clean, over in a second. But this..."

"I’m not going. Nope."

Javier, still wobbling slightly from his "discipline session," squinted at the hallway.

His eyes locked onto the shadow creeping slowly past the edge of the grand door.

"...Old man?"

Gumarak froze.

Turned his head slightly.

Their eyes met.

"AHHH!! THERE YOU ARE, OLD MAN!!" Javier shouted, pointing dramatically.

"NOOOOO!!" Gumarak instantly turned heel and ran. A full sprint. His beard flapping behind him like a battle flag.

"You’re not gonna run today!! I’ve been punished already! It’s your turn now!!" Javier roared and gave chase.

"I’M SICK!! I’M FRAIL!! I HAVE WEAK KNEES!!" Gumarak shouted while weaving between startled dwarves.

"You were eating grilled meat this morning!! Get back here!!"

Dwarves dove out of the way as one handsome young noble and one bearded ex-king in pajamas raced down the corridor like a chaotic comedy duo.

From behind, Liana sighed with folded arms.

"Honestly... both of them are children."

Gloria nodded serenely. "Ara... shall we help him catch the old man, or just watch?"

Felicia, arms crossed, simply stated,

"He won’t get far. The hallway’s a dead end."

A moment later—

"AHHHHHH! NOOOO!! I FORGOT THIS HALLWAY HAS NO EXIT!!"

Javier leapt and landed squarely on Gumarak’s back.

"GYAAHH!!"

The dwarf king’s legs kicked wildly, but it was too late.

Javier grinned like a devil.

"Pinned! Both hands locked! Target neutralized! Time to wrap you up like a delivery package!"

"Noooo!! One more day!! Just one more day!!" Gumarak squirmed like a worm on a skillet.

"Not this time, old man!!" Javier reached into his mana storage space with flair and pulled out a long, enchanted rope—glowing slightly with reinforcement magic.

"Say hi to my Rope of No Escape! Specially woven for runaway dwarves!!"

Gumarak howled as the rope wrapped around his arms, torso, and even his flailing feet.

( End Of Chapter )

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