Reborn As Noble

Another explosion echoed across the battlefield near the central command of Amazarak's forward line.

Queen Zephyra, drenched in sweat, her hair whipping in the wind, parried a massive axe strike from the Halfling General, whose enchanted dual axes glowed with enchantments.

Clang!

She gritted her teeth.

"Persistent little pest!"

The general's foot slammed forward, cracking the ground as he pushed her back.

"Where's your wicked hero now, Queen of Lies!?" he roared.

"Left you, did he?"

Zephyra's eye twitched, her mana flaring.

She parried the next strike but stumbled—she was fast, elegant, and deadly, but this was a war of attrition now.

And she was alone.

Then came the news.

A halfling horn blew in the distance—its pitch sharp, commanding, triumphant.

From the northern ridge, another halfling force surged over the hills.

100,000 strong.

Rows and rows of elite halfling troops, their banners catching the sunlight, stormed forward with purpose.

They weren't aiming for her—they were heading straight for the weakened Amazarak borders, where only 60,000 Amazarak defenders remained to protect the homeland.

"No…!"

Zephyra's eyes widened, panic flaring.

Kenjirou wasn't here.

She couldn't retreat.

She couldn't call him.

Her strongest warrior was trapped behind enemy lines—if not dead.

"Where are you, Kenjirou!?" she muttered, leaping back to avoid a crushing axe swing.

The halfling general smirked, catching her reaction.

"You've already lost," he said coldly, raising both axes high.

"Your hero is gone. Your army is next."

BOOM!

Their weapons clashed again, a shockwave rippling through the air as Zephyra's rage exploded.

But inside… she was shaken.

Far behind her, the Amazarak border walls loomed under the shadow of halfling reinforcements, and the remaining Amazarak army prepared for a desperate final defense.

Clang!!

Queen Zephyra's blade met the halfling general's axe in a violent crash, sparks flying between their weapons as the battlefield quaked beneath them.

"This is what you get when you attack our kingdom!" the halfling general shouted with a twisted smirk.

"We were supposed to be neutral! But now? Now your arrogance has doomed your people!"

He twisted his axes, pressing forward with sheer brute force.

"The Halfling Kingdom will CRUSH Amazarak, and our King will CLAIM THIS LAND!"

"Over my dead body!" Zephyra snarled, her eyes blazing with fury.

With a burst of mana, she pushed him back, somersaulting through the air and landing with a crash that sent dust and light scattering around her.

Her sword radiated with corrupted divine energy—a gift from the gods, twisted by her own ambition and Kenjirou's influence.

"You talk like you've already won," she spat. "But Amazarak doesn't fall that easily!"

A nearby explosion shook the battlefield.

Flames and magic rained down as Amazarak's elite warriors stormed toward the queen's position to assist her, clashing fiercely with the halfling frontline.

Steel against steel. Magic against magic.

The battlefield transformed into a storm of chaos—

arrows cutting through the sky,

halfling mages casting barrier-piercing spells,

Amazarak warriors howling war cries as they tried to push back the incoming tide.

"Protect the Queen!!" an Amazarak officer shouted.

"Reinforce her position! Hold the line!!"

But the halfling troops didn't stop.

They surged forward like a tidal wave—coordinated, relentless, methodical.

And in the far distance, the northern ridge burned with approaching dust clouds.

The second halfling army, now within sight of Amazarak's homeland, was moving swiftly.

Queen Zephyra gritted her teeth. Her mind screamed for Kenjirou—

but she knew he wasn't coming.

"Then I'll fight alone if I have to…"

She slammed her sword into the ground, sending a ripple of black fire in all directions, incinerating dozens of halfling soldiers around her.

"This kingdom is still mine!!"

Inside Zephyra's mind, only one name echoed.

Kenjirou… where are you...?

Her hand trembled as she raised her blade high, her breathing ragged, her body drenched in sweat and blood.

But her voice was clear.

"ALL WARRIORS—CHARGE!!"

A surge of mana burst from her body—dark violet mixed with crimson.

It wrapped around every single Amazarak soldier in her vicinity.

"For Kenjirou… we rescue him or die trying!!"

She slammed her hand into the ground, activating her Royal Blood Command, a forbidden buff skill that linked her mana directly to her soldiers.

A wave of red light spread across the battlefield—

And in an instant…

The Amazarak warriors roared.

Their eyes turned blank—rage replacing fear.

Their muscles swelled, speed doubled, reaction time sharpened.

They screamed in unison, charging with renewed frenzy toward the flanks where Kenjirou had last been seen.

The halfling frontline faltered.

"W-What is this!?"

"They're faster!"

"Their eyes… they're not even blinking!"

The halfling commander narrowed his eyes.

"Mind-link buff. She's draining her own mana to make them stronger."

"Stop her! If the queen falls, they'll collapse with her!"

But it was too late.

The Amazarak warriors crashed through the halfling line like mad beasts, fueled by unnatural speed and brutal power.

Blades slashed with reckless abandon.

Shields were shattered.

Spells pierced armor as Amazarak's elite surged forward with only one goal:

Rescue the Hero.

Meanwhile, Zephyra fell to one knee behind the wave of her warriors, panting hard, blood trickling from her lips.

Kenjirou… wait for me… I'm coming for you.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

"Kenjirou!!"

The voice of the celestial screamed inside his head, sharp and urgent.

"Your queen is in danger! Zephyra is surrounded—she's fighting the halfling general alone!"

Kenjirou's bloodshot eyes widened.

"What…?"

He was battered, bruised, his body bleeding from dozens of minor wounds, his armor cracked, his mana nearly spent—but that one sentence sent a jolt of pure madness through his veins.

"No… no…"

His grip tightened on the hilt of the divine sword.

"NOOOOO!!!"

A massive pulse of black and golden energy erupted from him.

"DIVINE BLESSING—!!"

"ULTIMATE ENERGY!!!"

The entire battlefield shook.

The sky above twisted, clouds swirling unnaturally as if the world itself was reacting to his outburst.

His left arm, the artificial one gifted by Zephyra, pulsed with red-black lines of raw, chaotic power—glowing like a cursed sun.

The halfling soldiers surrounding him stumbled back instinctively, shielding their eyes.

Kenjirou's body surged.

Cracked bones mended.

Wounds closed.

A torrent of mana flooded back into him—unnatural, unstable, deadly.

"YOU—!!" he screamed at the sky, at the enemy, at the world.

"IF YOU TOUCH HER—!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!"

His aura exploded in every direction—knocking back halfling troops, slamming into trees, shattering the ground beneath him.

And then—

He vanished.

A single step..

Kenjirou launched himself —heading back toward Zephyra, his blade glowing with divine wrath, his mind broken by obsession.

( End Of Chapter )