Reborn As Noble-Chapter 491: Grace in the Garden ( )

Chapter 491: Grace in the Garden ( 491 )

The next morning, the courtyard of the Armand estate was bustling with activity.

Francesca and Garius sat quietly at the center table, enjoying breakfast beneath the gentle glow of the morning sun. The air was thick with the aroma of warm bread, roasted meat, and freshly brewed tea.

Several household maids moved with precision, serving dishes and pouring drinks—all under the watchful eyes of Erinnette and Alf, who stood silently nearby, overseeing everything.

In the open yard, two mounted squads—Marcellus’s and Cedric’s—had already lined up.

Each unit boasted 100 members—a mix of mages and paladins, including some of Cedric’s elite personal guard reassigned to assist Marcellus.

Their polished armor gleamed in the sunlight, warhorses fully geared and standing tall, ready for departure.

Just then, Marcellus and Cedric stepped into the courtyard—freshly showered, dressed in formal travel uniforms that bore the Armand family insignia. Their presence was sharp, commanding.

As they approached the table, several maids stepped forward, guiding them to their seats.

Their soldiers gathered nearby at secondary tables, where hearty breakfasts—meat, eggs, seasoned rice, and hot soup—had already been served.

Marcellus took his seat, Lithia already at his side, carefully placing the dishes in front of him with quiet care.

Cedric sat across the table, while Meira and Zania approached—Meira placing his plate with calm professionalism, Zania trying to sneak in and add a garnish on top.

Leaning slightly toward Lithia, Marcellus whispered, “Did you already have breakfast?”

Lithia nodded gently, carefully arranging his tea and side dishes.

“Yes… I already ate,” she whispered back.

A small smile touched Marcellus’s lips as he began eating.

Across the table, Cedric was slowly working through his plate in silence. Meira stood quietly behind him, and Zania, surprisingly composed, simply watched with folded arms.

At the main table, Garius and Francesca ate together, observing their sons and the troops in quiet, steady silence.

Then Francesca spoke, her voice calm but firm.

“Marcellus. Cedric.”

Both turned immediately.

“Yes, Mother?”

Francesca set her cup down, her gaze steady yet gentle.

“Be careful on your journey.”

Her tone carried warmth but also unwavering strength.

“Just because you’re the strongest mage and paladin in the Human Kingdom… doesn’t mean you can afford to be careless.”

Both brothers straightened slightly, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Yes, Mother,” they replied in unison.

Then her eyes shifted—calm, unwavering—toward the three girls standing behind her sons.

“Lithia. Meira. Zania.”

All three straightened instantly.

“Yes, my lady?”

Her voice remained gentle, but everyone sensed the weight behind her next words.

“Don’t get pregnant before marriage.”

A brief silence fell.

Then—

“Yes, my lady.”

All three answered in unison, heads bowed respectfully.

Zania’s face was already flushing red.

Meira averted her gaze, pretending to focus on Cedric’s cup.

Lithia held her posture, but her ears glowed faintly pink.

Francesca laid down her fork gently, then looked directly at her sons.

“Control yourselves, Marcellus. Cedric.”

The courtyard fell into silence again.

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Both sons lowered their heads slightly.

“Yes, Mother.”

Garius gave a small, amused smile but said nothing.

At that moment, Lady Phenelopie and Lady Garcinia approached gracefully from the side garden, their steps light as they joined the courtyard for breakfast.

“Good morning,” Phenelopie greeted softly.

“Already preparing the boys for war?” Garcinia added with a small smirk.

Garius nodded toward them, then turned to Erinnette.

“Where is Eridith?”

Erinnette gave a calm bow.

“I believe she’s still sleeping, my lord.”

Francesca, sipping her tea slowly, glanced sideways with a faint smile.

“Do you want me to ‘wake’ her up, dear?”

Her tone was sweet, yet everyone in the courtyard hesitated for just a moment.

Garius cleared his throat lightly.

“…Let her sleep,” he said casually.

Garius offered a small smile as he turned to Francesca.

“Besides… she’s just recently pregnant. So, Francesca, if you can… umm… spare her a little?”

Francesca set down her teacup with a soft clink, her expression composed but playful.

She looked at Garius with a knowing smile of her own.

“Very well.”

She sighed—dramatically.

“At least that ‘kid’ is finally pregnant.”

Her tone carried no malice, but every wife at the table could feel the subtle underlying teasing.

Francesca continued calmly, resting her chin on her hand.

“I suppose I should be… gentle. For now.”

Erinnette cleared her throat softly, while Alf adjusted his gloves with a perfectly neutral expression.

Garius remained silent, though inwardly, he was secretly glad someone else would have to handle Eridith’s morning tantrums today.

Inside Eridith’s private chamber…

The soft morning light filtered gently through the curtains, illuminating the silken sheets.

Eridith slowly sat up on the bed, her long hair somewhat tousled, eyes half-lidded with a drowsy expression as she looked around.

“Ugh… I don’t think getting pregnant was supposed to be this exhausting…”

She rubbed her eyes before placing a hand on her flat stomach.

It had only been about two months, so no visible change yet—but the fatigue was very real.

“…Wonder where everyone is,” she mumbled.

She yawned softly, covering her mouth with one hand, then blinked a few more times.

After a moment of silence, she let her legs dangle off the bed.

“Guess it’s better to shower first…”

Still groggy, she stood up, her white silk robe flowing behind her as she made her way toward the bath chamber.

“Lady Eridith.”

“Hmm?” Eridith looked toward the voice as she stepped out of the bath, drying her hair with a soft towel.

Her five personal maids stood patiently just outside the dressing room—neat uniforms, calm expressions, and ready to assist.

One of them stepped forward with a gentle bow.

“Lord Garius asked us to inform you that breakfast will be held in the courtyard today, not the main dining room.”

Eridith blinked slowly, still a little drowsy.

“Courtyard…?”

“Yes, my lady.”

She yawned softly, stretching a little.

“…Mmm… okay~” she replied with a tiny yawn.

She stepped in front of the mirror, gently wiping her horns with the towel.

Her long, flowing hair shimmered as it dried, still a bit damp from the bath.

She tilted her head left, then right, examining herself with a sleepy smile.

“Alright. Ready for breakfast~!”

Her maids carefully helped place the final touches on her robe before stepping back.

Eridith strolled slowly down the corridor, her bare feet lightly tapping on the polished floor, with her maids trailing behind.

“Today’s menu? Meat, right?”

One of the maids nodded politely.

“Yes, my lady.”

Her eyes lit up a little, a playful smile forming.

“Good~ Meat~!” she hummed happily.

( End Of Chapter )

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