Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1252: Seven Years of Waiting ( 1252 )

Angrar gave Julius a sharp glare.

“Just you wait, Julius. Once I train harder, I’ll surpass your power.”

Julius gave him a pure, warm smile. “Aw~ Angrar. This is what I like about you. You never give up, and you always push yourself to be stronger. That determination is admirable.”

He gestured toward the seats with an open palm. “Now~ Please take a seat. And I apologize if my members were a bit… overzealous earlier. They mean well, but they can get carried away sometimes.”

Angrar let out a frustrated exhale before glancing around at everyone who had just experienced Julius’s overwhelming presence. They were still trembling, their faces pale, some unable to meet Julius’s gaze. The weight of his power and the fear it instilled lingered in the air like an unspoken warning.

“Fine…” Angrar muttered, taking his seat. “You’re all lucky Julius spoke for you. If not, I’d make sure to kill every single one of you.”

“Aw~ Don’t be like that,” Julius said softly, his voice soothing. “Just… let’s put this behind us for now, okay? We’re all here for the same purpose, after all. There’s no need for unnecessary bloodshed among allies.”

Julius glanced at Vane, Karue, and all the remaining members who were slowly taking their seats, averting their gazes from him.

“In the future, I believe we can all work together without resorting to infighting. We are allies, after all, and there’s no benefit in weakening ourselves before we even face our true enemy. We should all focus on our mission rather than wasting energy on petty conflicts.”

He gave them a sweet, pure smile, but a heavy, invisible aura pressed down on them, making the air feel dense and suffocating. “If I see any of you doing something like this again… let’s just say, ‘someone’ would not be pleased.”

Everyone fell silent, their expressions tense and subdued. Angrar, meanwhile, casually leaned back, grabbed a wine bottle, and drank from it without hesitation.

“Whatever, Julius. Now… how about you start this meeting already? I have a more important mission after this, given by my beautiful goddess.”

“Uuu~” Julius puckered his lips and narrowed his eyes at Angrar. “Man~ You should learn to have some patience, you know~”

Angrar rolled his eyes, annoyed by Julius’s playful demeanor. “Ugh! Don’t give me that look, Julius. It’s annoying. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me? Sorry, not interested.”

Julius paused before breaking into a hearty, genuine laugh. “Ahahahaha! Even if I wanted, I couldn’t, Angrar. I have my beautiful goddess too~ And of course… you know the chosen ones who serve me are all beautiful girls around me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Stop showing off and start this meeting already.”

After everyone calmed down, Julius leaned forward, reached for his wine glass, and drank slowly.

“Now… we all know our main mission, right?”

He put down the glass and rested his hands on the table, his expression shifting from playful to serious.

“As you all know, our mission is to drive out the demon filth that should not exist in this world. They are an abomination, a stain upon the creation of the gods. The Saint of Three Gods should be the one to purify this land and bring all races under the true faith.”

“And yet… there is a continent that has not fully submitted to the will of our goddess. The majority of humans in the Human Kingdom have strayed from the true faith. The elven races refuse to acknowledge our divine truth. The filthy beastkin cling to their primitive beliefs. And of course… the demons continue to defile this world with their very existence.”

His face hardened further.

“And there is one man and his region, according to information gathered by our agents sent to the Human Kingdom on that continent, who is actively protecting these filthy races. Armand, led by this man, is shielding demons, beastkin, and elves from our righteous cause. It was supposed to be humanity’s duty to subjugate them, to keep them underfoot, not to protect them. But this man… this ruler… has chosen to shield them.”

Angrar glanced at Julius. “From the information I gathered from my agents, it seems this particular person has a strong relationship with the Demon King.”

“Mm… That’s what I’ve also heard,” Julius added, his voice cold and focused.

“This man, according to our sources, is named Garius De Armand. Our goddess has mentioned that this man is dangerous. And according to our agents, the reason he protects those filthy races is because the majority of his region consists of demon worshippers, heretics who have turned their backs on the true faith. They harbor demons, consort with beastkin, and welcome elves as equals. It is an abomination that must be cleansed.”

“Mm… He has two strong sons. I believe their names are Marcellus and Cedric, correct?”

“Yes. From the information we’ve gathered, they faced two major wars and won because of these two.”

“Hmm… I believe one is a powerful wizard, and the other is a paladin.”

“Yes… those were the titles given to them by the previous king after they assisted the summoned heroes’ party.”

Julius smiled, a cold glint in his eyes. “But those weakling are a failures, were nothing more than pawns, easily discarded.”

Angrar chuckled darkly. “Heh. Good thing they failed. Without those weaklings, there wouldn’t be any obstacles left for us now. Those summoned heroes from the Human Kingdom were meant to guard their continent, to stand in our way. But now that they’re gone, the path is clear. Their deaths ensure we have a clean route to accomplish our mission.”

Julius nodded, his smile widening. “Our goddess’s plan is flawless. The human kingdom’s summoned heroes were a barrier, but they’ve been dealt with. Now, we can focus on our true mission: purifying the world and bringing all races under the true faith.”

“Mm… And Garius De Armand is the last major obstacle standing in our way.”

Karue exhaled, leaning back in her chair with a frustrated expression. “I wonder why it took so long to plan for this. Over seven years of waiting, gathering information, and positioning ourselves. Why couldn’t we have moved sooner?”

Julius leaned back in his chair, a calm smile on his lips. “It’s because our goddess wanted to ensure everything was perfectly ready. She needed the other continents to grow weak, their heroes to fall, and their nations to descend into instability. Without chaos and division, our mission would have faced far more resistance. Now, with their defenses crumbling, the path is clear for us to strike.”

Angrar sneered at Karue. “Just look at Amazarak, the Halfling Kingdom, and the Dwarven Nation on that continent. The Halfling Kingdom is on the verge of civil war, with no real ruler to unite them. Amazarak has no ruler left, its throne empty and its people scattered. And the Dwarven Nation is too weak to notice the greater threat approaching. Everything is falling apart, just as our goddess planned.”

( End Of Chapter )

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