Reborn As Noble

"Hold your position! FORMATION! SHIELDS UP!!" the commander roared, desperation lacing his voice as the enemy Pekko Cavalry tore through his ranks like a storm of death.

The remaining soldiers hurriedly raised their shields, locking them together in a defensive wall.

But—
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Cuquawk! Cuquawk!

The Pekko squawked mockingly, as if laughing at their slow, clumsy reaction.

And then they struck.

The Mithril Lance Cavalry swooped in first—their lightning-fast charge pierced through the enemy's shield wall like paper.

Thrust. Kill. Evade.

Before the enemy could counter, the Pekko riders vanished into the chaos, only to circle back for another deadly charge.

The Magic Crossbow Cavalry followed immediately, releasing a barrage of enchanted bolts before their mounts dodged counterattacks effortlessly.

"WHAT KIND OF WARFARE IS THIS!?" the enemy commander screamed, watching his forces disintegrate in seconds.

His troops were used to brute force combat, clashing head-on with swords, spears, and shields.

But this?

This was hit. Kill. Evade.

This was beyond their understanding.

"Cuquaaaawk!!"

A new wave of 500 Pekko riders stormed in from behind, their squawks eerily reminiscent of seagulls laughing.

The enemy commander's blood ran cold.

Another charge?! From behind?!

But this time, the riders weren't wielding lances or crossbows.

Instead—

he saw the Pekko units raising strange, cylindrical weapons. His breath hitched. What were they doing? What were those things?

"They're bringing something… round?" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos. The cylinders gleamed faintly in the dim light, etched with glowing runes. He had never seen anything like them before, and the sight sent a chill down his spine.

Before he could process what was happening, the Pekko riders aimed their weapons and fired.

Small, glowing objects—pale blue mana crystals encased in rune-etched shells—sailed through the air, leaving trails of light behind. The commander's heart pounded as he watched the objects arc toward his men.

But then, something even more alarming caught his attention.

The Pekko units weren't staying to finish the job. Instead, they turned and fled at breakneck speed, their squawks echoing mockingly as they retreated.

"Why are they running?" the commander whispered, trembling. A cold realization began to dawn on him. If the enemy was retreating, it could only mean one thing—whatever they had just launched was far more dangerous than he could imagine.

His eyes snapped back to the glowing objects now descending toward his troops. Time seemed to slow as the first one landed.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound was soft, but it filled the commander with dread.

"What the hell is—" one of his soldiers began, but his words were cut off.

BOOOOOMMM!!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the air, followed by another, and another. The ground shook violently, and a blinding light engulfed the battlefield. The shockwave tore through the tightly packed formations, sending soldiers, shields, and weapons flying in every direction. The acrid smell of burning mana mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

The commander was thrown to the ground, his ears ringing and his vision blurred. He struggled to his feet, aching all over, and stared in horror at the devastation around him. Craters scarred the ground, and the once-proud army was now a scattered, broken mess. Bodies lay everywhere, some burned beyond recognition, others writhing in agony.

"W-What is that!!?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His hands trembled as he gripped his sword, trying to comprehend the sheer scale of the destruction.

But before he could recover, the distant squawks of the Pekko riders reached his ears. They were circling back, weapons reloaded and mounts ready for another attack.

And from a distance—

A golden Pekko stood on a hill, its rider watching the battlefield with a calculating gaze.

Lord Garius smirked.

"Let's see how long they last."

Garius observed the battlefield as another wave of explosions ripped through the enemy ranks. Smoke and fire filled the air, and soldiers screamed as the Pekko squadrons darted through the shattered formations, striking and retreating before the enemy could react.

Alf smirked. "Looks like Young Master's inventions and tactics really work, my lord."

Garius chuckled quietly, flipping through the notebook in his hand. Inside were neatly drawn blueprints, complex rune structures, and tactical strategies.

"This Mana Bomb invention… everything is laid out here—how to craft it, how to deploy it efficiently. Rasdingen and his team can mass-produce them without issue."

Hesbeirn let out a hearty laugh as he rode alongside Garius on his own Pekko. "Perhaps, my lord, my unit needs more Pekko. How about we replace all the horses with Pekko?"

Garius sighed and closed the notebook. "If we replace all the horses with Pekko, what happens to the horses afterward?"

Hesbeirn scratched his chin. "Hmm…"

Garius shook his head. "It's better to expand our current Pekko units for now. Our Pekko farm doesn't have enough to meet demand yet. Maybe Giddie can help bring more wild Pekko into his flock later."

As if responding to his name, Giddie let out a loud squawk, lifting his head proudly and flapping his powerful wings.

Cuquaaaaawk!!

Hesbeirn grinned. "Then we should prioritize training more Pekko units for frontline combat. Their speed and maneuverability are unmatched."

Rasdingen laughed heartily, adjusting his helmet. "Aye, but don't forget, lad—Pekkos are picky bastards. Not just any soldier can handle 'em."

Garius smirked. "Then we make sure only the best get them. Elite units only. The rest will keep their horses for now."

Hesbeirn saluted. "Understood, my lord."

As they spoke, another explosion erupted from the battlefield.

A plume of smoke and dust rose into the air, followed by the unmistakable squawk of victorious Pekkos.

Garius turned back toward the chaos with a smirk.

"Alf?"

"Yes, my lord?"

Garius's eyes remained fixed on the battlefield, his voice sharp. "What's the status on the enemy base that you, Erinnete, and Hesbeirn crushed?"

Alf smirked. "All of our Elite Unit is inside, wearing the enemy's armor, disguised as their soldiers. As soon as their backup army arrives at the camp, we'll launch the operation."

Garius nodded. "Good. Are the Mana Bombs planted across the entire camp?"

"Yes, my lord. Once our Elite Units confirm the enemy's full arrival, they'll retreat to a safe distance and blow up the entire camp, along with their reinforcements."

Hesbeirn grinned, gripping the reins of his Pekko. "Our Magic Bow Units and Magic Crossbow Squads will be stationed and ready. As soon as the explosion goes off, they'll wipe out the survivors before they even realize what's happening."

"Perfect." Garius's smirk widened. "Make sure our people and soldiers remain unharmed."

Alf and Hesbeirn both saluted. "Yes, my lord!"

Garius turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the remaining enemy troops were still preparing for their next attack.

"This is just the beginning," he muttered, gripping Giddie's reins. "By the time they realize their mistake… it will already be too late."

( End of Chapter )