Reborn As Noble-Chapter 110: Between Blades and Bonds ( )

Javier brushed off his hands and stretched as he stood up. "Alright, I’m done with my meal. Time to continue the tour. Captain Garrick?"

Garrick stood up straight, his face still a little red from earlier. "Yes, Young Master. Please follow me."

The maids, finished with their meals, quickly lined up and hurried to their places around Javier, their graceful movements catching the attention of the soldiers again.

"Lead the way, Captain," Javier said casually, hiding the mischief inside him.

Garrick took the group to a quieter part of the barracks, where the healer units were. Inside, the air smelled faintly of herbs and potions. Several healers—both men and women—were busy grinding ingredients, preparing bandages, or practicing minor healing spells on dummies.

"This is the healer section, Young Master," Garrick began. "We currently have around 80 people with healing talent."

Hmm, only 80? That’s not enough if a large war ever happens. Healers are very important to any army,"

The female healers looked up for a moment, some smiling politely at the noble group. Most were older or already married, which made the soldiers a bit less excited. Still, a few couldn’t help but look at the maids, whispering to each other about their beauty.

Next, Garrick took them to the cavalry unit. Strong horses with shiny equipment stood in well-kept stables. The soldiers here wore heavier armor and practiced combat moves on horseback.

"This is our cavalry unit," Garrick explained, keeping his voice professional.

Javier looked at the horses, their shiny coats sparkling in the sunlight. While the strength of the unit was impressive, he wasn’t very interested in the details. "Hmm, not bad,"

The soldiers nearby couldn’t hide their excitement.

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"I told you, the maids are beautiful!"

"They’re all stunning!"

"I’m going to try talking to one of them later!"

"These guys are hopeless," he thought, shaking his head lightly. "Not that I can blame them. I’m a man too, after all."

Meanwhile, Liana, standing next to him, gave him a subtle look, her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. She seemed to notice Javier’s interest in how the maids were reacting.

Miss Gloria, always calm, let out her usual serene laugh. "Ara, the soldiers seem quite taken with the maids, don’t you think, Young Master?"

Javier chuckled. "You could say that, Miss Gloria. But I think they’re forgetting their duties."

As the tour went on, the soldiers’ excitement about the maids didn’t fade, but Javier kept his calm face, occasionally sharing amused looks with Liana and Gloria. It was turning into a day the barracks wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

The group arrived at the workshop, its doors wide open, revealing the sound of hammers clanging and the glow of molten metal. A tall, stern man with a soot-covered apron and arms crossed stood by the entrance. His sharp eyes scanned the visitors before he shouted,

"What you lads want!?"

Captain Garrick stepped forward, lowering his voice to a calm but firm tone. "Mister Rasdingen, the Young Master is here on an official visit. Please, show a bit of respect?"

The smith grunted, his tone still rough. "Hah! It ain’t Lord Garius, is it? Why should I care!"

Captain Garrick flinched a little but didn’t back down.

Javier, however, paid no attention to the rude welcome. His eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as he entered the workshop. All around him were weapons at different stages of completion—exclusive longswords, beautifully crafted daggers, and special blades that shone under the forge’s light. Apprentices worked hard, and one was carefully pouring molten metal into a mold.

"Uoohhh!!" Javier exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Mister Rasdingen raised an eyebrow, his mood changing slightly. "Oh? These kids got spirit! I like it." He hit a nearby workbench with his thick palm, making the air vibrate slightly. "Oi, lad!"

Javier turned toward him. "Yes?"

The blacksmith pointed to a nearby rack. "See that dagger there? That’s no ordinary blade. Go ahead, take a look if you’ve got an eye for this sort of thing."

Without hesitation, Javier stepped over and picked up the dagger. It was perfectly balanced, with a polished edge and a fancy handle. Turning it in his hands, he admired the craftsmanship and the intricate runes carved into the blade.

"It’s beautiful," Javier said with awe. "The balance is flawless, and the runes… are these for mana conduction?"

Rasdingen’s eyes widened a little. "Hah! So the lad knows his stuff. Not bad. Most kids your age wouldn’t even notice the runes." He folded his arms again, grudgingly respecting the boy more.

Meanwhile, Liana and Miss Gloria exchanged amused glances, while Captain Garrick let out a small sigh of relief, glad that things hadn’t gotten worse.

While Javier examined the detailed weapons and armor in the workshop, completely absorbed, Liana stood just outside the entrance.

"Young Master?" she called softly, trying to get his attention.

But seeing his childlike excitement as he marveled at the blades, tested the balance of a longsword, and admired the detailed engravings, she decided not to interrupt him. A gentle smile spread across her face, a mix of amusement and affection.

She turned to Miss Gloria, who stood nearby, keeping an eye on the maids. "Gloria, we should let the maids relax for now. They’ve been on their feet all morning."

Gloria nodded with her usual calm expression. "Yes, I’ll let them know. It’s been a long day for them."

Liana watched as Gloria approached the group of maids, some of whom were quietly chatting while others admired the smithy’s work from a distance. Gloria clapped her hands gently to get their attention.

"Ladies, feel free to take a short break. Just stay within sight of the workshop, and let me or Liana know if you need anything."

The maids exchanged grateful smiles, found places to rest or talked more freely among themselves. Some leaned against the shaded walls, while others enjoyed the view of the busy barracks outside.

Liana glanced back at Javier, who was now having a lively conversation with Rasdingen about armor design. She shook her head slightly, her smile growing.

"He’s like a kid in a candy shop," she muttered to herself before joining Gloria to make sure the maids were comfortable.

The noise outside the workshop got louder as soldiers, encouraged by the sight of the relaxed maids, began trying to get their attention. Some brought wildflowers they quickly picked from nearby bushes, while others showed off crude rings or trinkets they had saved for this moment. Proposals were shouted, compliments were exaggerated, and laughter filled the yard.

The maids, though amused, kept their composure. Some smiled politely, accepting the gestures with a graceful nod, while others tactfully declined, showing perfect manners even under the playful attention.

Meanwhile, Liana and Gloria stood near the workshop, watching the scene from a distance. They knew that getting too close would likely attract the soldiers’ attention, which they wanted to avoid.

"The soldiers certainly seem... enthusiastic," Gloria said, her calm expression unchanged.

"Hmm," Liana replied, shaking her head slightly. "Better to leave them to their antics. We’ve got enough to worry about without adding this to the list."

Inside the workshop, Javier was completely unaware of the commotion outside. His attention was focused on his conversation with Rasdingen.

"Do you think you can improve the armor for our army?" Javier asked, his tone becoming more serious. "Better armor and weapons mean a better chance of survival in any conflict."

Rasdingen, the strong blacksmith, stroked his chin thoughtfully, pride shining in his eyes.

"Ah, lad! I’m doing my best. The good news is that the ore mine your family secured produces high-quality material. Before that, we had to rely on imports, and most of it was low-grade junk. Now, with that mine, we get the finest ore directly here—under orders from your father, Garius."

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Javier raised an eyebrow. "Oh, old man, you seem to know my father well?"

The blacksmith laughed heartily. "Know him? Alf, Errinette, Hesbeirn, and your father were all my friends when I was still an apprentice blacksmith. Ahh, the good old days, back when Garius was still a mischievous runt running around!"

Rasdingen’s face turned serious as he added, "But you don’t need to hear about that. Some stories are better left in the past."

Javier, sensing there was more to the story, decided not to ask further. Instead, he casually activated his magic storage skill. From thin air, he pulled out a massive sword made entirely of adamantite. Its polished surface shone with a faint blue hue, and intricate magical runes glowed softly along the blade’s edge.

Rasdingen’s eyes widened, and he stepped closer, his professional instincts kicking in. "Lad... where in the world did you get this beauty? This is... pure adamantite! And these runes... who made this?"

Javier then pulled out a notebook and and notes on how to enhance armor and weapon designs.

"Here’s a starting point. With your skills and the high-quality ore from the mines, we should be able to equip our army with something far better than what they currently have."

Rasdingen, still holding the adamantite sword in awe, nodded firmly. "Aye, lad. With this, I can make miracles happen. Leave it to me!"

( End of Chapter )