Reborn As Noble

Chapter 13 - 13: Persistent Young Master ( 13 )

"Young Master!!"

Liana's voice echoed through the hall, her soft yet firm tone carrying just enough urgency to stir excitement in Javier's mischievous heart.

Heheh… catch me if you can, Liana!

"Found you!" Liana's face appeared suddenly, peeking behind the door with a triumphant smile.

"Ehhh?!" Javier feigned surprise, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.

"Now, now," Liana said, crossing her arms as she stood over him. "It's time for your studies, Young Master. No more running around."

Javier leaned closer, whispering in her pointed ear, "But Liana… I already learn and know everything, right?"

Liana whispering back with a teasing glint in her eye, "Yes, but what will the Lord and Madam say if they don't see you in the study room?"

"Tch…" Javier clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes at her. "Fine, fine. But first…" He leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Kisssssssss."

Liana sighed, shaking her head, though a small smile played on her lips. "You haven't changed at all," she muttered, leaning closer.

Javier, now eleven years old, had grown taller and more handsome. To her suprise, he was already a little taller than her.

How did time fly so fast? she wondered. Just a few years ago, he was an insistent, stubborn infant tugging at her for milk. Now, here he was, still insistent, though with entirely different demands.

Her lips brushed against his forehead in a soft kiss. "There, satisfied?"

"Nope." Javier smirked, pointing to his cheek.

Liana rolled her eyes but complied, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Now let's go," she said, pulling him toward the study room.

Javier followed, grinning ear to ear. It's a new routine, but it's mine, he thought. And Liana? She's mine too. Always.

Liana opened a thick tome and placed it on the study table, her movements calm and practiced. As always, the book was a mere prop—a guise to make it seem like she was diligently teaching her young master. However, today, her curiosity finally got the better of her.

Javier sat across from her, casually flipping the pages of a separate book, seemingly disinterested. But Liana knew better. Over the years, she'd discovered the depths of his intellect and capabilities. He'd mastered advanced magic, mathematics, intricate formulas, and multiple languages. What astonished her most was his fluency in the elven language—something even many elves struggled to achieve.

"(Young Master, may I ask something?)" Liana asked softly, switching to her native tongue. Her delicate voice carried a mix of awe and hesitation.

Javier didn't look up immediately, but a small smile tugged at his lips. He responded without hesitation in perfect elven, "(Go ahead, Liana. Ask anything.)"

"(Why do you hide your potential?)" she asked, her eyes fixed on him,

"Esteemed Father, I kindly ask for your permission to venture outside to the town or a nearby village tomorrow so I can gain some real-world experience."

The room went silent. All eyes turned to Lord Garius, who raised an eyebrow at the unusual request.

"Hmmm?" His voice boomed. "All you ever do is play! Why can't you be like your brothers and your sister here?" He gestured toward Marcellus, Cedric, and the other step-siblings.

Javier resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ugh, here we go again. Another round of the dried plum's infamous yelling.

"You know there will be a blessing ceremony three years from now! And all you do is play, play, play! What about your studies?"

Dried plum strikes again, Javier thought, keeping a neutral expression as his father launched into another lecture.

"Look at both of your brothers," Lord Garius continued, pointing to Marcellus and Cedric. "Top and second-best students in the Royal Academy! And yet you! You don't even go to school!"

( End of Chapter )