Reborn As Noble

As the meeting concluded, Lord Garius turned to Lady Francesca, his expression softening slightly.

"Francesca, stay here with your personal maids," he instructed firmly.

Lady Francesca's eyes showed concern as she stood, hands clasped. "But, darling, it's dangerous outside."

Garius smiled faintly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn are with me. I'll be fine."

She hesitated but nodded reluctantly. "Careful, darling."

Garius leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "I will."

As Alf, Erinette, and Hesbeirn exited the room, Garius followed closely behind. His presence exuded authority as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

Suddenly, shadows moved with unnatural speed as ten masked assassins emerged from the darkness, weapons glinting ominously.

"Ambush!" Hesbeirn shouted, drawing his massive greatsword and engaging two attackers with raw power.

The team reacted instantly. Alf confronted three assailants, his movements quick and precise.

Erinette faced two, her delicate frame a facade for her deadly expertise. With a flick of her wrist, she disarmed one and swiftly dispatched the other.

Hesbeirn delivered powerful strikes to his pair of opponents, leaving no room for counterattack.

Meanwhile, Garius's personal maids swiftly overwhelmed the remaining three assassins with their well-coordinated teamwork.

Amidst the chaos, one assassin slipped through the defenses, charging at Garius with a blade raised high.

Garius, standing calm and composed, sighed. "Haaa... Troublesome pests."

Without drawing his weapon, he lifted his leg and brought it down with brutal force.

CRACK!

The assassin's head hit the floor with a sickening sound, his lifeless body collapsing instantly. The corridor fell silent.

Garius looked down at the fallen attacker with disdain. "Foolish. Did you truly think you'd succeed?"

He turned to the others, their battles already won. "Good work. Ensure the bodies are disposed of properly and search them for clues. We must determine who sent these insects."

Alf adjusted his gloves, maintaining his composed demeanor. "As you command, my lord."

Erinette and Hesbeirn nodded in unison, expressions firm.

As Garius brushed dust off his coat, he muttered, "When will these fools learn? The Armand family isn't so easily toppled."

As the sound of clashing steel and muffled cries echoed through the manor, a group of household maids rushed from their quarters, armed with hastily grabbed weapons. Though their primary duties were to maintain the estate, every maid had received combat training to defend the Armand family when necessary.

The leader, a determined young maid, called out as they approached the commotion. "Quickly! Lord Garius may need our assistance!"

But when they turned the corner, they froze in astonishment.

Lord Garius stood surrounded by a dozen lifeless bodies, his posture relaxed as if the battle had been merely a mild inconvenience. Blood stained the stone floor, though none was his, the maids could see the authority and power he exuded.

Alf, Hesbeirn, and Erinette were nearby, calm and composed after dispatching their foes with deadly precision. The personal maids assigned to protect Garius stood victorious, unshaken by the violence.

The household maids exchanged wide-eyed glances, their weapons lowering as they realized their help wasn't needed.

One younger maid whispered, trembling, "Is this… really our lord? I-I've never seen him fight before…"

Another, clutching a broom turned spear, nodded. "He's… too strong. He didn't even draw his sword. Just one stomp…"

The leader, though awestruck, straightened and spoke quietly. "This is why he's our lord. We serve someone truly extraordinary."

Noticing their presence, Garius turned slightly and raised an eyebrow. His amber eyes gleamed with calm authority. "Why are you all here? The situation is under control. Return to your posts."

The maids quickly bowed. "Yes, my lord!"

As the household maids retreated, they whispered among themselves.
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"Did you see how he took down that assassin? With just his foot!"

"Lord Garius is strong."

"I thought he was just a strict noble… but this? Beyond anything I imagined."

As they disappeared down the corridor, one of the younger maids muttered with a mix of fear and admiration, "I'm glad I work for the Armand family."

Meanwhile, Garius sighed, brushing dust from his coat as if nothing had happened. "Troublesome pests," he muttered, turning to his allies. "Let's clean this up."

Lord Garius's voice was calm yet commanding, echoing with authority that brooked no hesitation. He first glanced at Hesbeirn, his sharp gaze cutting through the tension.

"Hesbeirn."

The seasoned general straightened promptly. "Yes, my lord."

"Command a group of a thousand from our personal army to search the surrounding areas. Order them to kill on sight. Ensure fifteen hundred of our troops are deployed for patrolling the region. Double the usual units, set up checkpoints. I want absolute control over our territory."

Hesbeirn saluted with a fist over his chest. "As you command, my lord." Without delay, he turned and marched out, barking orders to nearby soldiers.

Garius's amber eyes shifted to Alf, the head butler, whose calm demeanor matched the lord's.

"Alf."

The butler stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back. "Yes, my lord?"

"Ready your assassin units. Search every corner of the estate. If you find anyone suspicious, eliminate them immediately. No questions, no exceptions."

Alf bowed deeply. "As you wish, my lord. Consider it done." He vanished from the room, his presence replaced by an eerie stillness.

Finally, Garius turned to Errinette, the leader of the personal maids, whose piercing gaze indicated her full understanding.

"Errinette."

She bowed slightly. "My lord?"

"Deploy our secret elite battle maid unit. Sweep the estate and neutralize all intruders. No one is to leave here alive."

Errinette smiled faintly, confidently. "Understood, my lord. It will be done swiftly." She turned to issue commands to the maids outside. Moments later, coordinated footsteps echoed down the hall as her elite team mobilized.

Errinette strode through the grand hall with purpose, her footsteps silent yet commanding. Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as she reached the section of the manor managed by the household maids.

There, Gloria, the composed head of the household maids, was already coordinating the younger staff.

"Mrs. Errinette?" Gloria asked, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

Errinette stopped before her, radiating authority. "Come with me."

Gloria nodded politely, adjusting her apron. "Of course. Shall I bring assistance?"

Errinette's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Yes. Bring the 'others.' We have a mission to complete."

A glint of understanding passed between them as Gloria's composed expression sharpened. She turned to the gathered household maids. "Lina, Marcie, Elle—assemble the rest of the team. Now."

The named maids, appearing ordinary, immediately straightened and hurried off. Soon, nearly a dozen maids emerged, each carrying themselves with a poise that belied their true skills.

These were not ordinary maids; they were part of a hidden elite force within the Armand household, trained in combat, espionage, and covert operations.

Errinette's gaze swept over the group, assessing each of them. "Listen carefully. Our orders are simple: sweep the estate. Eliminate any intruders. Be efficient, leave no traces, and ensure the safety of everyone within these walls."

Gloria stepped forward, her tone calm but firm. "You've all trained for this. Do not hesitate. Tonight, we show why the Armand household is untouchable."

The maids nodded in unison, their expressions steely.

Errinette turned on her heel, leading the way. "Move out."

The group disappeared into the shadows of the manor, their footsteps inaudible as they split into smaller units, moving with the precision.

The Elite battle maids of the Armand household had joined the fray.

( End of Chapter )