Reborn As Noble

Lady Francesca chuckled softly. ”Perhaps later, I’ll pamper him properly,” she mused. A playful smile curved her lips. ”After all, he’s my precious honey bun.”

She imagined it vividly: pulling Javier into a warm embrace, hugging him tightly, and burying his face against her breast. ”I can already see his reaction...” The thought made her laugh. ”He’d likely grumble, squirm, and put on a show of mock annoyance” but she knew better. Beneath that cheeky exterior, he loved every second of it.Sometimes, he even dared to fondle her breast, a playful gesture she always allowed, relishing the bond they shared.

He can act as proud and mischievous as he likes, but he’s still my little boy.

As she sipped her tea calmly, a small, knowing smile played on her lips while she observed the chaos from afar. From her vantage point, she could clearly see her youngest son, Javier, dashing across the estate on his Pekko, Buddy, with Liana in hot pursuit.

”That boy of yours is too mischievous and rude, Francesca,” Lord Garius grumbled, his voice carrying the weight of a long-suffering father.

Francesca chuckled softly, setting her teacup down. ”Oh, you know how Javier is. He’s always full of life,” she replied, her tone tinged with fondness.

Lord Garius sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. ”He dashed through my peaceful morning tea time, yelling like a hooligan. And that blasted bird of his ruin my morning tea!”

”Pekko, dear. They’re called pekkos,” Francesca corrected with a teasing laugh.

”Urrrgh!” Garius groaned in frustration, earning a stifled giggle from his first wife.

Meanwhile, Lady Phenelopie and Lady Gracilia sat at the breakfast table, looking entirely uninterested in the chaos. They quietly enjoyed their tea and biscuits, not sparing a glance at the spectacle unfolding.

Francesca’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she caught sight of Javier and Liana again. Javier was riding Buddy with wild laughter, weaving in and out of the estate paths, while Liana, on her own Pekko, Pikko, was chasing after him with a mix of desperation and frustration.

”Young master!! Stop this at once!!” Liana’s voice echoed across the estate.

”Hahahahahaha! Liana!! Catch me if you can!! Kekekeke!” Javier called back, his laughter infectious.

Francesca stifled a laugh with her hand as she overheard Liana’s next shout.

”You just flipped Miss Gloria’s skirt and peeked at her panties!”

”She’s gorgeous and hot! How could I resist?!” Javier’s laughter grew even louder. ”Run, Buddy! Faster!! Ekekeke!”

”Haaaa… that boy…” Francesca shook her head, though the fond smile never left her face.

Lord Garius put his teacup down on the table, visibly exasperated. ”Francesca! Do something about him before he tarnishes the family name further!”

Francesca waved a dismissive hand. ”Oh, don’t be so dramatic. He’s just a boy having fun. Besides, Liana will catch him eventually.”

From across the estate, a frustrated Liana could be heard yelling, ”Young master! I swear, if you don’t stop right now—!!”

”Never! Freedom is calling me!!” Javier whooped, as Buddy squawked enthusiastically beneath him.

Francesca couldn’t help but laugh out loud this time. ”He’s certainly lively, isn’t he?” she said, her tone betraying the pride she felt for her spirited son.

Lord Garius simply groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a long day.

As the sounds of laughter and chaos continued to fill the estate, Francesca took another sip of her tea, her heart swelling with delight. Watching her son embrace the freedom of youth, unburdened by the expectations that loomed over him.

”Let him have his fun,” she murmured to herself. ”After all, he’ll grow up all too soon.”

Lady Francesca leaned back in her chair, her serene demeanor masking the sharp curiosity in her voice as she addressed her husband. ”By the way, dear, the mine is operational now, isn’t it?”

Lord Garius glanced at her, slightly wary of her tone. ”Yes, it is. Why do you ask?”

Adopting a noble and teasing air, Francesca rested her chin on her hand. ”Oh, I was just wondering how much earnings you’ve received so far... and yet you gave Javier, let’s see… three gold coins?”

Her words hit Garius like a lightning bolt. Mid-sip, he sputtered and sprayed tea everywhere, his composure utterly shattered. He coughed, stuttering as he tried to compose himself. ”W-What are you talking about? I—I—”

Francesca chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. ”Oh, darling, no need to panic. I was simply curious.” She sipped her tea gracefully, thoroughly enjoying his flustered state. Like father, like son. Always so dramatic, she mused to herself.

Clearing his throat and dabbing at his mouth with a napkin, Garius grumbled, ”He’s just a child. He doesn’t need that much money yet. What would he even do with it?”

”By the way, dear, Javier mentioned something interesting to me recently,” she began, delicately setting her cup back on the table.

Garius raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. ”What now?”

”He said he’s interested in acquiring land to start a business. Farming, if I’m not mistaken,” Francesca said with a calm yet deliberate tone.

”Farming?” Garius frowned slightly, stroking his chin as he considered the idea.

Francesca nodded, her tone remaining neutral. ”Yes. He came to me for advice. He seemed quite serious about it. Oh, and he also asked for permission to visit the barracks behind the estate. I assume he’s curious about the estate’s defenses or perhaps wants to learn something from the soldiers stationed there.”

Garius leaned back in his chair, letting out a small sigh. ”That boy always has his own plans. Farming, though? Hmph. At least it’s a respectable endeavor. And the barracks… well, I suppose it won’t hurt to let him observe. He could stand to learn some discipline from the soldiers.”

Francesca smiled faintly, keeping her true thoughts to herself. She knew her son well—Javier never did anything without a reason. Whatever he was planning, she trusted in his judgment.

”I’ll leave it to you, dear,” she said with a serene tone. ”Just remember, our little honey bun is growing up fast. You might want to take his ideas seriously, even if they sound odd at first.”

Garius grunted but didn’t reply, his mind clearly turning over the implications of Javier’s latest endeavors.

Francesca hid her amusement behind her cup as she sipped her tea again. Deep down, she felt a sense of pride watching her youngest son carve his own path, even if it came with a touch of mischief and chaos. After all, every little honey bun needs room to grow, she thought, savoring the little moments of laughter and love that filled her home.

”Young Master!!!” Liana’s voice echoed across the estate as she rode her Pekko, Pikko, in hot pursuit.

Javier, perched confidently atop Buddy, glanced back over his shoulder with a devilish grin. ”Ehehehe… catch me if you can, Lianaaa!!” he called out, his laughter ringing in the crisp morning air. Buddy squawked in delight, sharing its master’s mischievous mood, and picked up speed, its talons kicking up little clouds of dust behind it.

From her seat at the outdoor breakfast table, Francesca watched the lively scene unfold with an amused chuckle. Her youngest son—her mischievous honey bun—was up to his usual antics again. She sipped her tea, the corners of her lips quirking up as Javier’s laughter mingled with Buddy’s cheerful squawks.

”He really is something,” she murmured to herself, watching as Liana, ever the diligent maid, urged Pikko to close the gap. The young maid’s frustration was evident, but Francesca noticed a faint smile tugging at Liana’s lips, betraying her fondness for the boy.

”The youngest among all my husband’s children… yet the most spirited,” Francesca thought, her gaze softening. Javier’s antics might drive others to exasperation, but to her, they were a source of endless amusement and pride.

As Buddy and Javier dashed across the courtyard, weaving through startled maids and narrowly avoiding decorative flower beds, Garius groaned from his seat nearby. ”Does that boy ever take anything seriously?” he muttered, setting down his cup of tea with a frustrated sigh.

Francesca didn’t respond immediately, her attention still on Javier, who was now waving at a group of maids as he sped past. She shook her head fondly. ”He’s just… full of life. Don’t you think it’s refreshing, dear?”

”Refreshing? Chaos is more like it,”

Back on the field, Liana finally gained some ground ”Young Master! Stop this at once! You’ll ruin the courtyard again!”

Javier threw his head back, laughing. ”Hahahaha! You’re just jealous because Buddy’s faster than Pikko! Admit it, Liana!”

”Admit what?! Once I catch you, mark my words, young master!”

Francesca chuckled again, watching her son playful energy spread across the estate. Javier’s laughter, the cheerful cries of the Pekkos, and Liana’s flustered scolding created a scene that brought a sense of joy to the otherwise serene morning.

”My honey bun, always stirring up chaos,” Francesca mused with a quiet laugh. ”But that’s what makes this place feel alive.”

As Liana and Pikko continued their determined pursuit, Francesca watched with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Javier might be mischievous, but to her, he embodied youth, energy, and charisma—a stark contrast to the stiff, serious demeanor of his older siblings and step-siblings.

”Run all you want, my honey bun,” Francesca murmured under her breath, her eyes warm with love. ”Just don’t forget to come back to your mother when you’re done.”

With that, she took another sip of her tea, feeling a blend of affection and admiration for her spirited son. This was a scene she cherished—filled with laughter, light, and the promise of youthful adventures yet to come.

( End of Chapter )