Reborn As Noble

In the Elven Kingdom — Inside the Queen's Private Chambers

The soft sunlight shone through the vine-covered windows of the elven palace. Inside a quiet room decorated with old tapestries and glowing mana crystals, Queen Mylezra sat on a leaf-carved throne, flanked by her warriors and guards. Her hair glinted in the light, and her eyes looked at the scroll in front of her.

"My Queen," one of the royal officers knelt and offered the latest report.

"Yes?" she asked calmly.

"Here is the war situation report. This is everything our intelligence team has found."

Mylezra unrolled the scroll and looked through it quickly. Her brows furrowed slightly. "So… the Amazarak Kingdom has fallen."

"Yes, my Queen." The officer's voice became serious. "Our intelligence unit say the halfling troops are in chaos—as if something dark is controlling them."

The Queen put the scroll down and leaned back, thinking. "That's not new." Her voice had a bitter tone. "Garius, the Lioness, Veldrac, and I—when we fought together—we learned the signs well. When a ruler claims a Celestial… when they willingly become a vessel and start killing innocent people to increase their power… the dark fog gets thicker. And once it spreads, it corrupts everything: armies, land, minds. That's why we sealed them long ago—so no one could wake that kind of destruction."

For a moment, there was silence in the room before another officer spoke.

"Updated reports say that Chieftain Gumarak of the dwarven kingdom is close to collapse. They're under attack from halflings in the east and King Edmund's human kingdom in the west. The roads between us, the dwarves, and the beastkin are completely cut off. Important towns and routes have been taken."

Mylezra closed her eyes. "…So Gumarak can't send a formal help request anymore."

The room got tense. A guard stepped forward. "What are your orders, my Queen?"

"Nothing," she said firmly. "Without an official request or a formal letter asking for help, we can't act. If we interfere without permission, both the human kingdom and the halfling empire might see us as enemies. We can't allow that."

Everyone remained silent as her decision hung in the air.

"Reinforce the borders between us, Amazarak, and the halflings. Double the patrols. Set up five quick military bases near the border wall—fully supplied and ready to move if needed. If the situation turns worse, I want our troops ready."

"As you command, my Queen." They bowed.

Knock, knock.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

"It's me, my Queen."

"Come in."

The ornate door creaked open, and a tall elven man with silver-streaked green hair stepped inside, wearing armor with the royal family emblem. Mylezra's eyes lit up with amusement.

"Ah, brother. Come inside. What brings you here?"

Her older brother, Mizilim, looked tired, arms crossed.

"At least act like a queen."

"Hm? We're related by blood. Why should I pretend? Besides, this is my private chamber, not the throne room."

"Ugh... suit yourself." He rubbed his temple before continuing. "Anyway... any news about Liana?"

"Oh? Your youngest daughter? My dear niece?" Mylezra smiled faintly. "I saw her recently—during the summit at the Beastkin Royal Palace. She's working under Count Garius of House Armand."

Mizilim frowned. "So... she still refuses to come home? Her mother misses her."

"Jiiii~" Mylezra teased. "It's not just your wife—you're her father too. Don't pretend you don't miss her."

"Ugh… Y-yeah, of course I do. I'm her father. She's my daughter."

"Well, don't expect her to come rushing back," Mylezra said with a shrug. "She's waiting for someone. That's why she's still working as a maid in the Armand household."

"W-what? A maid?!"

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

"A noble-blooded elven girl... working as a maid?!"

"Honestly, you're overreacting," Mylezra sighed. "Do you know how well Garius treats his people? Among all noble houses in the human kingdoms—especially before the war—House Armand is known for paying their staff better than most military officers."

Mizilim hesitated. "I... I've heard rumors, yes, but still..."

"Besides," she added casually, "Elves working abroad isn't new. We've had ambassadors, bodyguards, teachers... Why not maids?"

"But... that's..."

"Well," Mylezra leaned back with a sly smile, "That's what you get for trying to marry her off the moment she turned 13."

"Ugh!" Mizilim flinched. "I was just following tradition..."

"And she ran off before the wedding plans could be finalized. Now she's 31. Still a child by our standards, don't you think?"

"...Still, she shouldn't be cleaning floors..."

Mylezra chuckled. "She's not just a maid, brother. She's waiting—for someone special. Let her choose her own path."

Mizilim said nothing more, but the troubled look in his eyes remained.

Mylezra gave a gentle yet pointed smile.

"And don't make me issue an official royal decree just to stop you from matchmaking Liana again."

Mizilim groaned and looked away.

"Ugh… I won't. I got the message."

"Good," she replied, clearly satisfied.

Then, her tone shifted slightly—cooler, more regal.

"Oh, by the way, brother?"

He looked at her again, more serious now.

"Hmm?"

"Make sure our troops are ready. Fully armed, fully supplied. I've already sent a formal request and finalized an agreement with the Beastkin Kingdom and the Demon Kingdom. The Armand region is included as well."

Mizilim's eyes widened slightly.

"You forged an alliance?"

Mylezra nodded, her gaze sharp.

"If any of our kingdoms is attacked, the others will respond immediately. A mutual defense pact. The tides are shifting, and I won't let the Elven Kingdom be caught off guard."

"…Understood," he said firmly, feeling the weight of her words.

"I'll start preparations right away."

After Mizilim left and the door closed with a soft click, Queen Mylezra leaned back in her seat. The flickering light from the magical orb reflected in her eyes as her thoughts drifted.

"It seems… befriending Garius was truly the right decision."

She rested her cheek on her hand, a rare softness in her expression.

"Not only did he teach us to always be prepared for the worst…"

Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

"…but his foresight, his ability to see beyond the surface—he warned us long ago about the danger of celestial power falling into mortal hands."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she remembered.

"Everyone called him paranoid… but now, even the mighty Amazarak has fallen."

She looked toward a nearby shelf, where a crystal pendant—an old diplomatic gift from Garius—rested inside a protective case.

"You always said the price of peace is eternal vigilance, old friend."

The orb pulsed gently beside her, still glowing with silent magic. She watched it for a moment, then softly whispered, a rare note of longing in her voice:

"Child of fate… Javier, huh? You must be something else if even he places his hopes on you."

( End Of Chapter )