Reborn As Noble-Chapter 470: Night of the Dark Invasion ( )

Grrrrrowwwl~

Garius blinked, lowered his sword, and placed a hand over his stomach.

"Oh... I'm hungry," he said casually.

Alf sighed softly, already cleaning his blades.

Erinette just shook her head, muttering,

"He says that right after purging a high-class abomination."

Fransesca giggled, her smile serene.

Liana and Gloria, still standing quietly nearby, watched in awe.

Their eyes were wide. Their body stiff.

"T-That was... our lord's true power...?" Gloria whispered.

Liana nodded slowly, her expression unreadable.

"Or maybe... just a fraction," she replied softly.

Garius stretched lazily, rotating his shoulders.

"Alright everyone, let's head back. Giddie!!"

Cuquawked!!

From the distance, Giddie, the golden royal Pekko, strutted forward proudly, feathers fluffed and shining.

He walked like a general returning from victory, his tail swaying smugly.

"Good boy~"

Giddie tilted his head proudly.

And then, Fransesca lifted her hand, her smile softening into something brighter and more radiant.

"Dear~"

"Yes?"

Garius looked over, still munching on a dried fruit from his storage.

Fransesca raised her hand gracefully toward the sky.

Her voice rang clear.

"Activate—White Light: Purify."

A massive wave of blinding white light burst forth from her, like a gentle tidal wave of warmth and holy mana.

The ground beneath them healed rapidly.

The corruption faded away.

Blackened earth turned lush and green.

Ruined trees sprouted new leaves.

And the cleansing continued—spreading across more than half of the Armand region, clearing out even the faintest traces of dark miasma that dared linger.

From afar, cities, towns, outposts, and villagers across Armand looked up at the sky as the holy light passed overhead like a gentle dawn.

A few knelt.

Some wept.

And others whispered in reverence:

"...The Count's family has moved. We're safe."

Meanwhile, in the Beastkin Kingdom…

Inside one of the luxurious guest rooms of the royal palace, Javier was lying on a lavish bed—supposedly resting after the formal introductions earlier.

But something felt… wrong.

Heavy.

Way too warm.

Too close.

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He slowly stirred.

"Munyu~ munyu~"

"Mmmmmm..."

His eyes blinked open—

And he saw Mimi hugging him from behind, her tail loosely wrapped around his leg.

Delya, in front, had one arm and one leg draped over him, like he was her personal plush pillow.

Their faces? Peaceful.

Their bodies? Clamped around him like vines.

"Ugh—these two again!!"

With a heroic sigh, Javier slowly but firmly peeled them off.

Mimi pouted in her sleep.

Delya muttered something about "fluffy warmth" and tried to grab his sleeve back.

But Javier escaped.

"I can't sleep like this,"

he said softly, slipping out of the room and adjusting his cloak.

"Better go hunt more of that miasma."

He moved through the palace hallways, the marble floors cool beneath his boots, past sleepy guards and flickering mana lanterns, until he reached the royal stable.

Inside, massive beasts were kept in quiet enclosures.

And at the far end—

Buddy.

Casually lounging in the most spacious pen, his feathers fluffed, surrounded by soft hay and exotic fruits… all the other giant beasts pressed tremblingly into the corners, keeping their distance.

"Buddy..."

Cuquawked?

He turned his head lazily, eyes wide with innocence.

Javier raised an eyebrow.

"You bullying the others?"

Cuquawk!! (No!!)

Buddy puffed his feathers dramatically, pretending to be offended—while the nearest dire wolf whimpered softly.

Before Javier could tease him further,

A loud bell rang from the castle tower above.

An alarm sounded.

Mana lights in the palace hallways flickered red.

Javier's expression sharpened immediately.

"Hmm?"

He turned toward the direction of the bell tower, his voice low.

"Don't tell me something's already happening tonight…"

He reached into his magic storage, pulling out his travel coat, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade.

"Buddy. Gear up. We might have company."

Cuquawk!!

Buddy stood tall—alert, wings slightly flared.

Javier's eyes narrowed.

The alarm bells continued ringing, faster and more urgent each second.

He reached into his magic storage, his movements practiced and smooth, pulling out his twin mana guns—crafted from white ore and reinforced with silver inscriptions.

He channeled his mana.

White light—activated.

Both guns flared with a soft, divine glow, their barrels shimmering with light-element mana.

"Buddy! Faster. We don't have time," Javier ordered urgently.

Cuquawk!!

Buddy crouched low, wings flicking as Javier climbed onto the saddle.

They burst through the stable gate just as a burst of magic shook the palace wall.

Screams. Roars. Crashes.

From every direction around the palace, dark monsters surged forward—crawling over the battlements like a tide of shadows, glowing red eyes and jagged forms tearing through the night.

The beastkin royal guards were already on the walls, firing arrows, launching spells, and fighting hand-to-hand, but the foes had caught them off guard with their sheer number.

Javier stood tall on Buddy's back as they reached a vantage point outside the courtyard.

He raised both guns, aiming with calm precision.

"White Light Round—loaded," he muttered.

BANG—! BANG!

Twin blasts of white mana tore through the night sky—two shadowed creatures mid-leap, trying to climb the palace wall, vaporized instantly by the divine light.

One of the guards on the wall turned, eyes wide in surprise.

"Who—!? That magic—!"

Another dark beast leapt toward a group of injured guards—

BANG!!

Another clean shot, right through its core.

Javier twirled the guns once, then spoke calmly:

"Reinforce the east tower. Take us closer."

Cuquawk!!

Buddy darted forward, dodging falling debris and monster limbs as Javier kept firing with smooth, confident rhythm.

The beastkin guards watched briefly in awe.

"That's him… The Armand boy…"

"the youngest son of Count Garius…"

"He's fighting alone!?"

Javier was already reloading a mana crystal into one of his guns, ready for the next shot.

Javier stood tall atop Buddy, guns glowing, white mana surging around him.

He looked over the battle-worn beastkin guards—some injured, some exhausted—still trying to hold the outer courtyard.

He raised his voice, clear and steady above the chaos.

"Alright! Everyone!"

"Go assist the others and reinforce the inner wall!"

"Let me handle this area!"

The guards hesitated—stunned by the sudden appearance of this teen noble with glowing weapons and eyes that radiated total control.

Javier pointed toward them, mana flaring from his hand.

"Buff up—White Light!"

A wave of pure white mana burst outward from him, washing over the beastkin troops like a soft dawn breeze.

Wounds began to close.

Exhaustion faded.

Their limbs lightened, and their vision sharpened.

Their eyes widened in surprise.

"My strength—it's back!"

"What kind of support magic is this?!"

Javier smirked and turned his gaze to the dark tide approaching from the broken side gate.

"Alright, Buddy!"

Cuquawk!!

( End Of Chapter )