Reborn As Noble

Liana stood in front of Lady Francesca in the Viscount's private study room, explaining everything about the newly discovered ore mine. The lady listened carefully, her fingers steepled as she took in the information.

"An ore mine, you say?" Francesca tapped her chin thoughtfully. "It's strange that we didn't know about this. It seems luck is on our side, even if it came from Javier's mischief. This could really help the Viscount's finances."

Liana nodded. "Yes, madam. The ore seems rich, and while we haven't explored it fully, it could be very valuable for our territory."

Lady Francesca leaned back in her chair, her mind racing with ideas. "This will not only increase our income, but it could also create jobs for the people. They could work in the mine, transport the ore, and help with processing it. This will benefit the local economy. The extra tax money could pay for more guards, improve roads, and strengthen the Viscount family's position."

Liana noticed the excitement in Francesca's eyes. Although the lady was known for her grace, her sharp mind was one of her greatest strengths.

"Should I oversee the first survey and plans, madam?" Liana asked.

Francesca shook her head. "No, Liana. Your main job is to take care of Javier, especially after his adventures last night. This discovery is important, but you need to be by his side. I will let the steward and the city overseer handle it."

Liana hesitated. "The city overseer?"

"Yes," Francesca explained. "This person is in charge of managing the town's affairs under our rule. The overseer will organize the workers, supervise the mining, and report back to the Viscount household. Since Lord Garius is away, I will handle the coordination."

"Understood, madam," Liana replied.

"Tell the overseer about the discovery. Make sure a proper survey is done to find out what resources the mine has. We need to check the costs for equipment, labor, and guards to keep the site safe from monsters. I'll write an official letter to confirm the plans."

"As you wish, madam."

Francesca took a deep breath, focusing on the future. "This discovery is a blessing, Liana. It will strengthen our territory and help our people. Handle this carefully. And Liana..."

"Yes, madam?"

"Keep a close eye on Javier. That boy is good at causing both trouble and good fortune."

A small smile appeared on Liana's lips. "I will, madam."

With a respectful bow, Liana left the room, already thinking about her next steps. The household would be busy with the new mine, but Liana's main priority remained the mischievous young master who seemed to bring both chaos and luck wherever he went.

Liana stood outside Javier's room, her sharp hearing catching a creepy laugh from inside.

"Ohhh... my adamantite... you will become my strongest puppet knight… kekeke…"

She sighed deeply, recognizing the sound of her young master scheming again. Without waiting, she pushed the door open quickly.

"Young master!"

The boy jumped, startled, and quickly shoved the materials and tools on his desk into his magic storage. He turned to her with an innocent smile that didn't fool her at all.

"Ehehehe… good morning, Liana."

Liana crossed her arms, her sharp gaze narrowing. "Haaa... young master, the trouble from last night hasn't even settled yet. And here you are, planning something new already?"

"Uh… well…" Javier scratched the back of his head, avoiding her eyes.

Liana clapped her hands once, decisively. "Now, young master, wash your hands. Breakfast is ready, and you're going to eat it like a proper noble, not while working on your 'creations.'"

"But Liana, This is important! The adamantite—"

"Will still be in your storage after breakfast,"

Javier sighed in defeat and walked toward the washbasin. "Fine… but you're being really strict today, Liana."

"Someone has to be," she replied, watching him with an amused smile. "Besides, Lady Francesca asked me to keep you out of trouble. So no puppet knights, no creepy laughs, and definitely no 'trouble until after breakfast."

Javier pouted but complied, muttering under his breath. "No fun…"

As he washed his hands, Liana glanced at his desk, noticing the messy designs and half-finished inventions he hadn't had time to hide. She shook her head, both impressed by his talent and exasperated by his endless energy.

"One day, young master," she said softly, "you're going to give us all a heart attack."

Javier grinned, turning back to her. "But that's why I have you, Liana—to keep me alive."

Liana rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smile. "Let's go, young master. Before the kitchen staff starts wondering if you're plotting world domination again."

"Hey, that's not a bad idea…"

"Young master!"

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!"

Javier entered the main dining area, the aroma of breakfast filling the air. Spotting Lady Francesca,his mother, he made his way over, a grin spreading across his face.

"Good morning, Mother!" he exclaimed, bouncing on his toes as he pulled out a chair. He intended to sit beside her, enjoying the comfort of her presence.

But Francesca had other plans. With a playful glint in her eye, she reached out, effortlessly pulling him into her arms and onto her lap. "Where do you think you're going, my little honey bun? Come here!" she laughed, wrapping her arms securely around him.

"Mother!" Javier exclaimed, caught off guard but unable to suppress a smile. He settled onto her lap, snuggling against her, feeling the familiar warmth and affection radiating from her.

Lady Francesca had Javier securely locked on her lap, her arms wrapped tightly around him. She pressed his head gently against her breast while holding a spoon of porridge near his mouth.

"Say ahh, my dear," Francesca cooed, her playful smile unwavering.

"Mother, I'm already 11 years old," Javier muttered, pretending to wriggle free, even though he secretly reveled in her soft hug and the comforting feel of her breast against him.

Francesca tilted her head. "So? Isn't it wonderful to be pampered by your young, beautiful, and hot mother? Don't you think any boy out there would be lucky to have a mother like me?""

Javier paused. His eyes darted to the side, and his mind began its usual rebellion. Technically, she's not really my mother… and damn, she's got a point. This isn't bad at all.

"Ehehe… well, that's true," he replied, smirking despite himself.

Francesca chuckled at his reaction. "Now open wide!" she insisted, feeding him another spoonful of porridge.

As Javier chewed, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. He turned to her, grinning. "Mother?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Kiss," he said, puckering his lips and pointing at them without hesitation.

Francesca blinked, then laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of her hair aside. "You really are naughty, Javier." She leaned in, allowing him to press his lips against hers. The kiss lingered, sweet and innocent, filled with warmth and affection. Javier felt a rush of joy as he savored the moment, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had become his everything.

Satisfied, Javier leaned back smugly. Not a bad way to start the day.

Francesca turned her attention to Liana, who stood at the side of the room with an unreadable expression.

"This boy," Francesca began, amused, "really has a thing for kissing beautiful women."

Liana sighed, her arms crossed as her gaze flickered between the two. "Young master," she said sternly, "you're impossible sometimes."

Javier grinned, wiping his mouth dramatically. "Can you blame me? With a mother this stunning and beautiful, young and hot, it's hard not to!"

Liana raised a brow, her lips twitching as though she were suppressing a smile. "Eat your breakfast, young master."

"Ehehehe… Mother… more kisssss!" Javier puckered his lips dramatically, leaning closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lady Francesca sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile. "This boy, really…" she muttered before leaning in again. This time, Javier leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, pouring all his affection into the kiss. Francesca melted into the moment, allowing him to kiss her as he pleased, their connection deepening with each gentle press of his lips against hers.

As they pulled back, Francesca cradled him in her arms, warmth radiating between them. "My little honey bun," she cooed, ruffling his already messy black hair.

Javier chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the affection. "You're the best, Mother,"

Liana, standing nearby with her usual composed demeanor, cleared her throat. "Madam, you do realize he's already spoiled enough, don't you?"

"Oh, hush, Liana," Francesca replied, still not letting go of her youngest son. "Let me enjoy spoiling my little honey bun a little longer. He's still a child."

Liana raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with restrained exasperation. "A child who conveniently acts like a brat to get his way," she said pointedly.

Javier smirked triumphantly, sticking out his tongue at Liana like the playful rascal he was. "Jealous, Liana?"

Liana's cheeks colored slightly, though she maintained her composure. "Enjoy it while you can, young master," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Your 'freedom' ends the moment your lessons begin today."

Javier groaned, his moment of bliss shattered. "Why must you ruin everything, Liana?"

Francesca laughed softly, squeezing him again as though to shield him from the harsh reality of responsibility. "You'll survive, my little honey bun," she said soothingly, brushing a crumb off his cheek. "Now finish your breakfast before it gets cold."

Grumbling but unable to resist his mother's doting care, Javier picked up his spoon. He shot a sidelong glance at Liana.

Tch ! She's always ruining my fun.

Lady Francesca gently turned Javier to face her, her hands cupping his cheeks. Before he could react, she pulled him closer, burying his face against her breast. "Dear, next time, don't wander off without telling me or Liana, okay?" Her tone was firm but full of motherly concern.

"Okay, Mother!" Javier's voice was slightly muffled as he inhaled her comforting scent. This… this is awesome, his inner thoughts gloated, Nakamura Junichi marveling at the surreal experience of being pampered in such a way.Oh! nice boobs!

Javier wrapped his arms tightly around her, squeezing her as if to assure her he was truly sorry. "Mother, I'm really sorry about last night," he mumbled, his tone unusually earnest. "I didn't mean to make you worry. Sorry…"

Francesca sighed, her expression softening even more. "At least you're safe now," she said, brushing her fingers through his hair. "But don't ever do that again."

"I promise, Mother!" Javier leaning back slightly. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he puckered his lips again, pointing to his mouth. "Kisssss?"

Francesca chuckled, her heart melting at his playful request. "You're impossible," she said warmly before leaning in to give him the kiss he wanted. It was brief yet affectionate, a gesture filled with both love and forgiveness.

Javier grinned, his amber eyes shining with satisfaction. "Thanks, Mother! You're the best!"

Francesca smiled and ruffled his hair again. "You're lucky you're so cute, Javier. Now, no more trouble today, alright?"

( End of Chapter )