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Noble Reincarnation: Born Blessed, So I'll Obtain Ultimate Power

Chapter 172: Emperor Noah 👑

Published: January 4, 2026

I flew straight to the palace on Jiz’s wings.

At the same time, I used a distraction technique to infiltrate the palace.

Inside, the palace was chaotic. I half-suspected that the worst-case scenario I had imagined was coming true.

As I moved further in, I heard a familiar voice.

A hoarse voice I had heard countless times before — the voice of Noisehill, who had served as the First Prime Minister for thirty years.

“The doctors who just entered, don’t let them leave without my orders. Everyone inside must keep their mouths shut. If even one of you speaks unnecessarily, I will have your heads cut off.”

“Y-yes.”

The voice that responded fearfully to Noisehill’s orders was a eunuch’s distinctive high-pitched voice.

The eunuch’s fear came from the strong commands he had been given, but even Noisehill’s tone carried a sense of fear and panic.

“...I will put this in writing now. Deliver it to Your Majesty immediately.”

“Your Majesty...? But Your Majesty is currently on a personal military campaign. What level of urgency for the express messenger?”

“...I see.”

Noisehill clicked his tongue, not at the eunuch in front of him, but at his own uncertainty.

Officially, I was supposed to be on the campaign, but in reality, I had already returned to the Imperial Capital.

Noisehill probably knew this and tried to contact me, but to a mere eunuch, I was still at the campaign site. That’s why he asked about the level of urgency — how fast the messenger should be.

There was no way to tell them that Your Majesty had actually returned to the Imperial Capital.

I heard Noisehill muttering “hmm, hmm” as if troubled.

There was no doubt now.

The situation was “just one step before the worst.”

If it had really been the worst, a man like Noisehill would have been calm and composed.

Since he wasn’t, it meant it was only just before that step.

The worst—

I could clearly imagine it in my mind.

Father’s passing.

When I saw him yesterday, he was stable but weakened compared to the man he used to be.

He was also very old.

It wouldn’t have been surprising if his condition suddenly worsened.

Most likely, his condition had taken a turn for the worse, and doctors had been summoned, but to control information, they were allowed in but not out.

I thought for a moment.

What I needed to do now—

With that thought, I looked up at the sky through the window.

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With Jiz’s wings fluttering and magic power cloaking me, I flew through the sky.

I flew through the clear sky at a speed more than twice that of an express messenger.

“Faster, more haste.”

Responding to my will, Jiz increased the flying speed.

My body creaked under the strain.

Flying at twice the speed of an express messenger meant facing twice the headwind.

The wind was so strong it felt like my body was about to be torn apart, and the wind pressure tore my skin.

I stretched my arms and legs straight, hugging my body as tightly as possible.

I consciously tried to become like a single rod, to minimize the effect of wind pressure.

Still, the wind pressure was intense; my right shoulder, which faced the wind directly, tore open, bleeding as if slashed by a sword.

Blood splattered and flew backward.

“…Don’t slow down.”

Despite the pain, I ordered Jiz.

I noticed Jiz had slightly slowed down, probably concerned about the bleeding on my shoulder and my injury.

I told him to stop doing that and took out a potion.

I poured the potion over my torn shoulder.

The wound healed rapidly—however—

The other side tore open as well.

This tear was even larger, and blood sprayed onto my face from the wind pressure.

I took out another potion and poured it on.

The wound healed immediately, but the pain didn’t subside.

And the potions were running low.

But there was no time to think about whether it would be enough.

I flew nonstop through the sky and arrived at the personal military campaign’s encampment.

I landed next to a familiar tent and entered immediately.

“Henry!”

“Your Majesty!?”

Henry wasn’t the only one in the tent.