Reborn As Noble

Chapter 630: Lucky in Love and War ( 630 )

Liana’s right eyebrow twitched.

She leaned slightly toward Gloria and whispered.

“…We need to hurry.”

Gloria opened one eye with a graceful smile. “Ara~ feeling a little jealous, Liana?”

“Hmph. Not jealous. Just…” Liana glanced back at the giggling dwarf girls.

Felicia said nothing. She just calmly looked toward the stream, noting how all the girls smiled and laughed with dreamy eyes.

Then her ears flicked.

One of the dwarf girls giggled again. “If I had a chance…I’d marry that Javier~ just like that!”

Felicia’s gaze sharpened.

She looked at Liana. Then Gloria.

They all knew.

“…We ride faster,” Liana declared, and kicked her Pekko gently.

Gloria followed suit with a smile. “Before they get ideas…”

Felicia narrowed her eyes and nudged her Pekko forward too.

“…Too many rivals,” she whispered.

As their Pekkos trotted along the stone-paved path, Liana leaned slightly toward Gloria with a sly smile.

“Looks like you’re not bothered at all, even with all those girls mentioning our young master, second wife~?” she said playfully, glancing sideways.

Gloria kept her usual serene smile. “My my~ of course I care… But unlike you, first wife~ I won’t show it so easily,” she replied, eyes half-lidded with gentle calm.

Liana chuckled softly, then leaned forward with a mock wistful sigh. “Our young master~ sitting comfortably in the royal palace right now. Perhaps with two dwarf girls on his lap… One on the left, one on the right. Feeding him juicy grilled meat… and sweet fruits…”

She paused, then added with a smirk, “…using their lips~”

Gloria’s smile didn’t fade—but the air around her grew subtly dense.

A gentle, composed expression remained on her face.

Yet her mana shimmered faintly.

“Ara~ …How lovely,” Gloria replied.

Her smile deepened, but even Felicia subtly turned her head away, pretending not to notice the sudden chill in the breeze.

Liana simply laughed inside.

She got the reaction she wanted.

Meanwhile, in the Dwarven Royal Palace…

Javier stepped out of the washroom, fresh from his shower. His hair still slightly damp, his noble attire neat and buttoned, he adjusted the collar and rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily.

Today I’m dragging that old man out, no matter what,”

“I’m not getting punished by Father just because Gumarak’s acting like a stubborn kid.”

He opened the door and stepped into the corridor.

The moment he did, he noticed someone approaching from the other end.

A graceful figure in a formal dwarven gown.

Ferine.

As soon as she spotted him, she smiled and performed a proper dwarven greeting — the noble princess curtsey: both hands delicately lifting the sides of her skirt just slightly, then dipping into a graceful half-kneel, her head lowered in courtesy.

“Morning, Lord Javier,” she said softly.

Javier blinked. “Ah, Princess Ferine. You don’t have to call me ‘Lord.’ Just Javier is fine.”

Ferine lifted her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed. “Alright… But only if you also stop calling me ‘Princess.’ Just call me Ferine.”

Javier scratched his cheek, smiling faintly. “Then… good morning, Ferine.”

She gave a tiny nod, then walked up to walk beside him.

“Are you going to see my father?” she asked, voice calm but laced with curiosity.

“I have to. He keeps hiding under that blanket pretending to be sick,” Javier sighed, rubbing his temple.

Ferine giggled quietly behind her hand. “He always was good at avoiding responsibilities… but I’ve never seen him act so childish before.”

The two continued walking side by side down the long stone corridor, the quiet tap of their footsteps echoing softly between the grand dwarven pillars.

“Javier…” Ferine spoke gently.

“Mm?” he glanced at her, still walking.

“About my father’s suggestion…”

Javier tilted his head slightly. “Hmm? Which one?”

She hesitated, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “…You marrying me.”

“Ah, that one?” Javier chuckled lightly. “You don’t have to follow what your father said if you don’t want to.”

Ferine glanced away shyly. “…Umm… I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

Javier blinked.

A moment of silence passed between them.

The sound of their footsteps continued in rhythm, echoing softly through the royal corridor.

Then Javier looked forward again, his lips forming a faint smirk.

“…I see.”

Ferine bit her lip, cheeks glowing faintly pink. She kept her eyes forward, trying to act calm.

“Umm… since Father already suggested and agreed… I asked my mother and all my older brothers too. They… all said yes. So I was hoping… to make it official.”

Javier froze mid-step, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face.

“Err… you don’t have to force yourself, you know.”

Ferine quickly shook her head. “No~ I also agree about it. Since…”

“Since what?” Javier asked cautiously, unsure where this was going.

She turned her face toward him, eyes narrowed playfully with a small, proud smile.

“…You’re handsome~”

Javier blinked. “That’s it?”

Ferine nodded. “That’s more than enough, right?”

“…I don’t know if I should feel flattered or worried,” Javier muttered under his breath, scratching his cheek.

Ferine giggled softly and took a step closer beside him.

“But I mean it. You’re kind too. you helped my people without asking for anything in return. I… like that kind of person.”

Javier cleared his throat, looking away.

“Ahem… Let’s… go see your father, shall we?”

Javier walked ahead without looking back, keeping his posture noble, his expression composed.

But inside his head?

Who the hell wouldn’t be happy!!!??

He already had an elegant elf (Liana), a graceful human (Gloria), two catgirls (Felicia and Mimi), and even Delya—a real demon princess! And now a cute dwarf girl like Ferine!? Was he being rewarded for his previous life’s hardships!?

“This is the dream! This is THE isekai dream!!”

As a man…

As Nakamura Junichi…

This was every otaku’s fantasy come true. Not just one, not two—but a whole roster of beauties from every race!

He held back the smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, keeping his face neutral as he walked with perfect noble grace toward Gumarak’s room.

But his heart?

His heart was doing flips.

Damn… I’m too popular in this world! I’m seriously lucky!!!

His heart was screaming with joy.

“Lucky to be reborn as a handsome man! YEAH!!!!”

No girl in his previous world ever looked at him like this. Not a single confession. Not even a casual “wanna hang out?”

But now?

Confessions left and right—from elves, humans, beastkin, even a demon princess!

First wife? Check.

Second wife? Check.

Third, fourth, fifth, sixth? Double check!!

Seventh?! Who!? WHERE!? BRING IT ON!!

He kept walking like a calm noble. But inside, he was doing a dance of victory.

“Damn right I’m lucky! Ehehehehe~!”

The guards who passed him only saw the usual Javier—tall, quiet, noble. But if only they could hear what was going on inside that head…

A true isekai winner. A proud, smug, overflowing-with-luck reincarnated man.

( End Of Chapter )

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