Reborn As Noble

Garius stood tall atop the wall, the wind carrying the distant sound of drums from the enemy's camp. Below him, the Armand forces stood firm, their armor gleaming in the rising sun.

The commander's voice thundered across the ranks.

"Bulwark Units! Hold the line! Magic Archers, take aim!"

A tense stillness settled over the battlefield as the troops took their positions. The enemy banners fluttered in the distance, an overwhelming force of 30,000 soldiers ready beyond the border.

One of Garius's knights stepped forward. "My Lord, it's dangerous to be up here."

Garius didn't move, his sharp gaze fixed on the approaching army.

"The horn has not sounded yet," he replied, his voice calm but firm. Then he turned to his warriors, his expression hardening.

"Today, we stand not just as soldiers, but as defenders of our homeland."

His voice rang clear, reaching every man and woman in his army.

"We are the walls that guard our people, the swords that protect our land! Let them come, let them march forward—because today, Armand does not kneel! We do not surrender! We fight, and we will endure!"

A roar of approval erupted from the Armand troops. Shields clashed against armor, swords raised high, and the battle-hardened soldiers of Armand prepared themselves.

Beyond the walls, the enemy forces shifted, their war horns finally blaring through the air.

"Remember your training!" Garius's voice cut through the noise. "Magic Bow Units, loose when ready! If the enemy releases their arrows, brace behind the Bulwark Unit and retaliate immediately!"

"Sir, yes sir!" The response was deafening, a wave of discipline rolling through the ranks.

Garius mounted Giddie, gripping the hilt of his sword. He could feel the tension in the air, the weight of countless battles fought before. He patted Giddie's neck, his voice dropping to a low murmur. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

"Just like before, Giddie. You remember, don't you?"

Cuquawk! The golden Pekko let out a fierce cry, its sharp eyes locking onto the battlefield ahead.

Beside him, Hesbeirn sat astride his own battle-hardened mount, his expression grim. Behind them, 2,000 heavy cavalry knights stood ready, their lances gleaming, their warhorses snorting in anticipation.

Meanwhile, Alf and Erinnete kept their distance, waiting in the shadows. Both were astride their Pekkos, their elite units poised for deployment.

Alf's Assassin Division—a deadly force trained in stealth, ambush, and disruption—stood ready, their black-clad forms barely visible against the battlefield's backdrop.

Alongside them, Erinnete's Battle Maid Division, an elite force of speed and precision, adjusted their gloves, their movements practiced and fluid.

Waiting at the rear, the Elite Healer Unit stood vigilant, their eyes scanning the troops for the first sign of injury.

The battlefield was set.

The enemy war horns sounded once more, signaling their march forward.

"Archers! Ready!!!"

The Magic Bow Units raised their bows, mana crackling along the enchanted strings as they locked onto their targets.

The enemy forces charged forward, their armor gleaming in the sun, banners of the Saint of Three Gods fluttering behind them.

"Fire!!"

A storm of mana-infused arrows shot through the sky, streaking toward the advancing army like falling stars.

The enchanted arrows exploded on impact, sending shockwaves through the enemy ranks. Screams echoed as soldiers were thrown off their feet, their formation breaking.

But the enemy pressed on, their priests chanting protective barriers, holy magic shimmering as they tried to shield their troops.

Garius watched from atop the wall, his golden eyes sharp. "Again! Don't let them advance!"

The second volley was released, crashing against the enemy's barriers. Some broke, while others held, but the pressure was relentless.

"Again!! FIRE!!"

Another wave of mana-infused arrows rained down, filling the battlefield with streaks of blue and gold. Explosions erupted among the enemy ranks, forcing them to slow their advance.

Garius took a deep breath, his gaze focused as he reached for his own weapon.

From his back, he drew his golden magic bow, its runes glowing with immense power.

He pulled the string, condensing a massive surge of mana into a single arrow, its radiance blinding.

He aimed at the sky.

"Dispel!"

The arrow shot upward, splitting into countless fragments of golden light before raining down upon the battlefield like a divine storm.

The enemy priests gasped as their holy barriers shattered, their protective magic stripped away in an instant.

Garius's voice rang out like thunder.

"Shoot!!"

The Magic Bow Units unleashed another volley, now unhindered by enemy barriers. Explosions tore through the frontlines.

"Don't stop! Keep shooting!!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

The Magic Bow Units unleashed another relentless volley, their arrows raining down without mercy.

Behind the wall, Francesca raised her hands, her eyes glowing with immense power. She began to chant, her voice steady and commanding, resonating through the battlefield.

"O great light, shield those who stand in defiance! Let no darkness pierce our ranks—Sacred Aegis!"

A golden dome of energy expanded outward, covering the entire Armand army. When enemy arrows rained down, they bounced harmlessly off the protective barrier, shattering mid-air.

The enemy troops stared in disbelief.

"Their arrows aren't getting through!"

"What kind of magic is this!?"

From atop the walls, Garius smirked.

"Francesca, Eridith…" he muttered under his breath.

Standing at the highest tower of the fortress, Eridith grinned.

"Took you long enough to send me in."

She raised both hands, her horns glowing with a deep crimson light as she began to chant.

"Let fire rain upon the unworthy! Infernal Starfall—Meteor Shower!"

The sky darkened, as if the world itself had answered her call.

Then—fire descended.

Giant flaming meteors rained from the sky, crashing into the enemy ranks. Soldiers screamed as the battlefield was engulfed in an inferno, their formations shattered beyond recognition.

From the safety of their war camps, the enemy commanders stared in shock.

"W-What kind of monster is that woman!?"

"Is she even human?"

"We were told the Armand region didn't have high-class magicians!"

"Open the gate!!" Garius called, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The massive iron gates groaned as they slowly swung open, revealing 500 Heavy Knights lined up in formation. Their armor gleamed under the setting sun, each knight gripping their lances tightly. Behind them, mounted archers and battle mages prepared to strike, their spells and arrows ready.

"Heavy Knights! Forward!!"

As soon as the command was given, the knights charged, their warhorses thundering across the battlefield like an unstoppable tide.

The gates slammed shut once more, leaving the knights to hold the front line against the charging enemy forces.

Garius, atop Giddie, stood on the high wall, watching the chaos unfold.

Then—he leaped.

Giddie launched off the wall, soaring through the air like a golden meteor.

They landed with a crushing impact, sending dust and blood flying as Garius cleaved through a squad of enemy soldiers in a single stroke.

"ARCHERS!! SHOOT!!"

The mounted archers and mages unleashed their barrage, striking down the incoming wave of enemies before they could even reach the knights.

( End of Chapter )