Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1395: The Level of the First Wife ( 1395 )

Marcellus chuckled, shaking his head.

"Besides, our work hours are far lighter than any other nation’s officials. We have a system in place that none of the other nations have, not even our closest allies. The Beastkin Nation, the Elven Nation, and the Demon Nation are only just beginning to implement similar structures after Father and our little brother agreed to share the knowledge."

Cedric nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Our workload is manageable, and our working hours are reasonable. There are times when things get busy, but it’s never overwhelming. Everything runs smoothly because the system is designed to distribute responsibility efficiently."

Aelius nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"That’s why we’re content with our current positions and schedules. The only one who truly carries the heaviest burden is the King himself. Father dedicates himself to serving the people, ensuring that everything is in order, that no one goes hungry, that no one is abandoned or forgotten. He oversees the entire nation, making sure every citizen, from the wealthiest merchant to the humblest farmer, has what they need to live with dignity. That is the weight of the crown, and none of us envy him for it."

Celine nodded slowly, her voice thoughtful. "I... I see..." She paused, mumbling under her breath, "How... how wonderful it must be, to have such a family..."

Marcellus strolled with both hands behind his head, a relaxed grin on his face. "That’s why we don’t mind if our little brother is the one next in line for the throne. All of us agreed."

A soft, familiar voice suddenly echoed, calm and elegant, yet carrying a teasing lilt.

"What the princes say is true. But there is one part where they are wrong."

Marcellus’s grin vanished, replaced by an exaggerated, comical look of dread. Cedric, Aelius, and Heres all glanced toward the same empty spot.

Liana’s voice continued, smooth as silk. "Everything they said is correct. Except for the fact that Young Master also did not want the throne. They forced it upon him."

Marcellus glanced at the empty spot with a flat gaze before exhaling deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Liana..."

"Yes, Your Highness~?"

"You’re supposed to be happy that your future husband will become the next king," he said, crossing his arms. "You could become the Queen of Armand. Isn’t that something to celebrate?"

Liana’s voice remained calm, carrying a hint of amusement. "Indeed, it is true that it also benefits me. But that does not change the fact that my beloved was pushed into the role without being given a choice."

Cedric grinned, crossing his arms. "Well~ Father has already set it in stone. There’s no turning back now. Hehe~"

Celine blinked, glancing around at the empty space. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Um... forgive me, but... who are you speaking to? I cannot see anyone..."

Marcellus, Cedric, Aelius, and Heres stood in various relaxed poses, some with arms crossed, others rubbing their chins with knowing smirks. Aelius gestured casually toward the empty space beside them.

"Oh. We were talking to Liana here."

Celine blinked, her gaze following his gesture to the empty air. "L... Liana?" She fidgeted nervously, her voice dropping into a hesitant whisper. "Umm... is... is she a ghost? A spirit? I... I cannot see her."

The four princes exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. Aelius shook his head, still chuckling.

"No, no. She’s not a spirit. She’s an elf. She’s also our little brother’s first love and his first confirmed future wife. You really can’t see her?"

Celine shook her head silently, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Marcellus turned his head toward the empty space, raising an eyebrow. "Liana, why are you using your invisibility skill?"

Liana’s voice came through, calm and composed. ""I chose not to reveal myself before Princess Celine has formally met the Sovereign. It would be improper for me to introduce myself before she has been officially received by His Majesty. I will present myself when Young Master ready to introduces us officially."

"Oh..."

Marcellus and the others nodded in understanding. But before he could continue, the sound of rapid, excited footsteps echoed down the hallway, accompanied by a joyful voice.

"Celine!!!"

Lyzia came running down the hallway, her silver hair bouncing with each step. She threw her arms around Celine in a tight hug.

Celine let out a surprised gasp before relaxing into the embrace, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Lyzia pulled back, her eyes sparkling before turned, her movements graceful as she offered a respectful curtsy to Marcellus, Cedric, Aelius, and Heres.

"Forgive my rudeness for interrupting. I was just so excited to see my friend that I forgot my manners."

Heres smiled warmly. "Don’t worry, Princess Lyzia."

Marcellus chuckled, gesturing toward Lyzia with a tilt of his head. "Celine, if you want to know what Liana looks like, just look at her sister here."

Celine’s eyes widened slightly. "Oh... now I remember. Lyzia mentioned her sister, Liana, before."

Lyzia glanced around curiously. "Eh? Sister Liana is here?"

Before Cedric could respond, a sharp smack landed on the back of Lyzia’s head, making her yelp and squat down, rubbing the sore spot.

Liana’s voice rang out, clear and scolding. "You are a princess of the Elven Nation, Lyzia! How many times have I told you not to run in the hallways? It is undignified, unladylike, and dangerous! What if you tripped and hurt yourself? What if you ran into someone? You are not a child anymore!"

Marcellus and the others watched with amused expressions as Lyzia’s ear was pulled, her head tilting to the side as she followed the invisible force.

"Si... sister! Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry! M... my ear!"

Marcellus turned his gaze toward Celine, a knowing smile on his lips. "I think we should leave them for a while and head toward the guest wing."

"U... um... okay..."

She followed the princes, with the Armand officers, Ashara, and Jiowana falling into step behind her. As they walked, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder one last time, watching as Lyzia continued to squirm under her invisible sister’s punishment.

"Sister!!!"

Celine’s mind raced as she walked, her thoughts churning beneath her composed exterior.

I can’t believe it.

There’s someone who can use a far better invisibility skill than me. I have one, but it’s not as refined. I can only maintain it for short periods, and I have to move slowly to avoid making any sound that might give me away.

But her... she moves without a sound at all. Without a single ripple in the air. She can walk, talk, even pull her sister’s ear without breaking her concealment. My skill is like a crude veil compared to her perfect, seamless cloak.

And she remained completely undetected. Among all of us here, including the Armand officers, only the princes knew she was there.

How is that even possible? What kind of training or innate talent does she possess? To be able to interact with the world so freely while remaining unseen... it’s both incredible and terrifying.

Is this the level of skill that the first wife of my future husband possesses?

And if she is this skilled, what about the others? What about his other wives?

Her gaze drifted to the princes walking ahead, chatting casually among themselves as if nothing extraordinary had just happened.

And the princes themselves... they are not just ordinary royals. They carry themselves with an ease that comes from true confidence, not blind arrogance. They are not threatened by power, because they themselves possess it.

If they are this capable... what about the King? The Sovereign of Armand himself? What kind of man rules over a family like this? What kind of man that lead a family of such extraordinary individuals?

( End Of Chapter )