Reborn As Noble-Chapter 587: Feminine Fire and Regal Calm ( )

King Lioness stood calmly as the echo of swords faded, his piercing golden eyes still on the two girls. The energy between them was still palpable, like the final notes of a beautiful but dangerous symphony.

He let out a quiet exhale and turned slightly as he heard someone call out behind him.

"Your Majesty," said a soft, elegant voice.

He turned.

There she was.

Serene, composed—Gloria. Her long dark hair framed her face neatly, and her amber eyes radiated calm confidence behind her spectacles. Her maid uniform was crisp, and she carried herself with the poise of nobility.

She bowed gracefully, her hand resting over her heart. "Pardon our rudeness, Your Majesty."

She stepped forward and extended a sealed letter, marked with the Armand family crest.

"This is the letter Lord Garius asked us to deliver to you," she said.

King Lioness accepted it with a nod. "You’re the second envoy, then."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Gloria—personal maid to Lord Javier."

He opened the letter and scanned it quickly, his expression unreadable at first. But then, a slight smile curved the edge of his lips.

So, that’s how it is.

He folded the letter and tucked it into his robe.

Then, his voice rang out clearly across the hall:

"Both of you—stop now."

Liana and Felicia halted at once, blades still crossed. Their eyes locked, neither one panting nor rattled. Just calm. Controlled.

With synchronized grace, they stepped back. Felicia sheathed her twin swords in a smooth glide, while Liana spun her white ore blades and slipped them back into place behind her.

They both turned toward him.

"Father," Felicia greeted, slipping into her usual cool, composed demeanor, brushing her silver hair behind her ear.

"Your Majesty," Liana said, bowing once more with elegant restraint, palm over her chest.

King Lioness folded his arms. "I never expected my daughter to personally welcome our guests by... dueling."

Felicia turned slightly away, hiding her faint smile. "She provoked me."

Liana gave a slight tilt of her head. "I merely responded to a challenge. As a first wife candidate, it is my duty to test any potential addition."

"Hmph," Felicia replied, clicking her tongue but not denying it.

From behind, Gloria sighed lightly. "Ara~ they didn’t even let me finish the formal introduction."

King Lioness chuckled deeply. "You two really are already acting like co-wives."

He then looked to Gloria. "You’ve done well bringing the letter safely. Come. All of you. We’ll speak properly in the throne room."

They all moved through the grand corridor toward the throne room, with the royal guards walking silently on each side, showing discipline and order.

Felicia led the way with calm and confident steps, her elegant royal dress flowing behind her like shimmering silver silk. Despite her calm appearance, her golden eyes kept flicking to the side repeatedly.

Bounce... bounce...

Her eyes twitched once more.

Liana and Gloria walked together, their maid uniforms crisp and enchanted, moving smoothly and gracefully. But what caught the eye even more were their breasts—swaying gently with every step. Not too much, but just enough to attract attention from anyone with eyes that work.

Felicia bit her lower lip.

Grrr… these two… their breasts…

She narrowed her eyes and straightened her posture, adjusting herself. Her silver-white dress hugged her figure perfectly—she knew she was beautiful, noble, and well-shaped.

With a small flick of her wrist, she walked with extra elegance. Bounce.

See? Mine bounce too. Not just those two maids.

But as she tried to ignore them, her sharp feline ears picked up the faintest, almost imaginary swoosh—the way Liana’s hips moved like water, or how Gloria’s every movement was natural and refined, as if trained through discipline and perfection.

Felicia clenched her fist at her side.

Grrrrr… these two!!

Yet on her face, only a calm, peaceful smile remained.

Graceful. Elegant. Polite.

Liana looked at Gloria.

Gloria responded with the same calm, serene expression, never changing.

Then, perfectly in sync—as if they were two queens walking through a palace—they both turned their heads just slightly... and gazed at Felicia.

Beautiful, graceful smiles appeared on their faces.

Calm. Elegant. Radiant.

And then—

Bounce... bounce...

Their breasts swayed naturally with each step, proud and graceful, fitting snugly in their enchanted maid uniforms, which were designed by none other than Javier himself.

Felicia’s eye twitched again.

Oh, come on! They’re doing it on purpose!

She maintained her steady and dignified walk, but inside, her thoughts screamed in silence.

Stop bouncing!!

Yet, Liana and Gloria simply smiled—completely composed, effortlessly graceful, with perfect posture.

King Lioness stepped up the stairs toward his throne, his golden cape flowing lightly behind him. He sat down with a calm, regal presence, his eyes briefly resting on Liana and Gloria.

"Will you two continue your journey today… or are you staying the night?" he asked.

Liana stepped forward gracefully, placing her hand over her chest and giving a deep, respectful bow.

"Pardon our rudeness, Your Majesty," she said calmly. "But we believe we have an important task waiting for us after this. We humbly ask forgiveness if we cannot stay within your castle, even for a night."

Gloria followed her, her tone warm yet composed. "We are grateful for your kindness, Your Majesty. But our young master has entrusted us with an urgent matter."

King Lioness nodded slowly, stroking his beard.

"Very well… I figured as much."

He lightly tapped Garius’s letter against his knee.

"According to this, I should assign you both a task—one that fits your route to the Dwarven Kingdom."

Liana and Gloria looked up, attentive.

"There’s a fortress town near the border called Marrenthold. It’s still not fully secure. There are reports of Halfling scouts hiding nearby. I’ve sent troops, but progress is slow. If you pass through, please help them. Even if it’s just for a little while."

Liana bowed again.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

"We’ll see to it quickly," Gloria added softly with a gentle smile.

King Lioness smiled back.

"Just as I expected from Lord Garius’s people… and from those closest to Javier."

His words were casual, but everyone felt the weight behind them.

Felicia quietly crossed her arms beside him, stealing one last glare at the elegant maids.

They’re efficient, polite, beautiful, skilled… and his personal maids?

Hmph. We’ll see who Javier truly wants to marry first.

( End Of Chapter )