Reborn As Noble

As Liana and Gloria stepped through the palace gate with calm, dignified grace, a ripple of tension swept through the courtyard.

The loud, steady sound of high-heeled royal boots echoed across the shiny stone floor.

Princess Felicia was coming closer.

She wore a pure white royal uniform with gold edges, along with elegant battle gear. She moved with the precision of a sharp blade. Her silver hair flowed smoothly behind her, and her golden eyes looked straight ahead—sharp and firm.

Everyone nearby immediately straightened up.

”Fix your coats!”

”Tuck in that shirt—right now!”

”Adjust your collar! Fix it!!”

There was a moment of panic.

Felicia wasn’t just a princess. She was a perfect example of discipline and carefulness. If just one button was out of place or her belt was crooked when she was around, she would give icy scoldings and public reprimands.

Her eyes focused on Liana.

(…Perfect.)

That single word echoed in her mind.

Her posture. Her grace. The way she moved smoothly and easily.

Every part of the elf maid radiated refined beauty and balance. From how she held her bow to how her uniform flowed with her movements—by Felicia’s standards, Liana was flawless.

Felicia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched her.

She slowed her steps, studying the silver-haired elf who didn’t seem to notice the princess approaching.

She’s not only beautiful, Felicia thought.

She’s disciplined.

For the first time in a long while, the strict princess didn’t speak.

The others quickly bowed as she passed, still hurriedly trying to look proper.

But Felicia stopped—just a few steps away from the Armand maids.

For a moment, the space between the silver-haired girl and the princess felt tense, like an invisible crackling.

”So, this is Mimi’s older sister, huh?” Liana muttered softly but firmly.

Felicia stopped walking.

Her graceful posture didn’t shake, but her brow twitched just a little.

”You know Mimi?” Felicia asked, her voice calm and cool, but with a tiny edge underneath.

Liana nodded faintly, her emerald eyes calmly meeting Felicia’s eyes.

”Of course. She and Princess Delya are currently training at the Armand region.”

”Hmm…” Felicia’s voice trailed off slightly, then suddenly sharpened her gaze. ”Still not finished, huh? Typical. That little troublemaker always runs ahead without thinking.”

Her voice got a little sharper—enough to make nearby people flinch.

”She climbs statues in public squares,” Felicia muttered under her breath. ”Speaks loudly at court like a tavern singer. She’s a princess, but dresses like a street girl when she’s not watched. Honestly… I should have tied her down with rules and manuals.”

Gloria, standing beside Liana, cleared her throat politely and hid a small smile.

”Sounds like you care a lot, Your Highness,” Gloria said in her usual calm yet teasing tone.

Felicia glanced at her sideways but didn’t say anything.

Then she looked back at Liana and said evenly, ”And you… You seem very familiar with things I wasn’t told about. That worries me.”

A faint tension filled the air.

Two beautiful women. Both had sharp, striking auras. Both had silver hair. One was feline and noble, the other was elven and elegant.

They stood silently, studying each other.

”So, this is the girl Lord Garius mentioned… the one who might join Young Master Javier’s harem?” Liana said softly, polite but with a subtle teasing tone.

She tilted her head gently, smiling with her graceful elven manner.

”My, my…” Liana’s eyes briefly looked Felicia over from head to toe. ”Her body—perfect. Her beauty—undeniable.”

Then she smirked, gentle but deliberate.

Liana slowly crossed her arms under her chest, raising them slightly. This subtly pushed her ample chest forward, causing her elegant maid uniform to fit more tightly and emphasize her curves.

Boing~

Felicia’s eyes widened—just for a moment.

Her lips pressed together. Then she bit her lower lip, and her gaze flicked downward slightly, almost involuntarily.

(In her mind)

Grrr… she’s showing off.

In terms of beauty, they were equal. Same height. Slim, elegant, graceful figure.

But her breasts...

She took a deep, steadying breath, trying to stay calm.

And then—

Booinggg~

The gentle bounce from the other woman.

Felicia slowly turned her head. Her golden eyes landed on Gloria.

She looked elegant and mature. Slightly taller than Liana. And much more heavily gifted in her breasts.

Felicia’s eye twitched.

What…?

Gloria nodded gracefully, then gave a sweet, almost angelic smile—completely faking innocence.

”Ara~ Did I distract you, Your Highness?”

Felicia froze.

Felicia’s golden eyes looked at Liana, then at Gloria.

Their breasts.

Inside, she clenched her teeth.

Just a little… just slightly… they were bigger than hers.

But on the outside?

She smiled calmly, looking composed—her calm, regal elegance.

”…If you’ll excuse us, Your Highness,” Liana said softly, bowing her head. ”We both have urgent matters to attend to.”

Felicia nodded politely.

”Oh… pardon my rudeness. Please… go ahead.”

But just as they turned to leave...

She muttered softly, with a small, teasing smirk,

”...But at least Javier promised to marry me~”

The words were quiet, almost a whisper.

But both Liana and Gloria heard them.

Liana paused in mid-step. Her heel clicked against the stone as she gracefully turned her head, her long silver hair flowing in the breeze.

With a calm, sweet smile, she said,

”Well… I’m not here to stop him from building a harem. He’s a noble, after all.”

She stepped closer a little.

”But, Princess~”

Her fingers gently rested just under her chest, lifting slightly as she smiled knowingly.

Boing~

Felicia’s calm face cracked for just half a second.

Her fingers twitched.

Her eye flicked.

But she kept her pose. Maintained her composure. Gritted her inner voice.

She just… bounced her chest right in front of me!!

Next, Gloria walked past Felicia. Her posture was elegant, her expression gentle.

And her breasts—impossible not to notice—far bigger than either of theirs.

She didn’t say a word.

She just smiled softly and walked by, like a noble swan in her maid uniform.

Felicia clenched her teeth behind her perfect princess smile.

In her mind:

No! I’m not going to lose! I still have my promise!

( End Of Chapter )