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

As night fell, I was in the mansion’s living room watching the mock battle between Leviathan and Luthier, ordered to keep it restrained, when a maid knocked and entered.

She was Cecily, who had taken over Evelyn’s position and whom I usually didn’t see at this hour.

“Master, there is a visitor.”

“Who is it?”

“A messenger from Your Majesty, carrying an imperial edict.”

I immediately stood up.

Though it was late at night, when it came to an imperial edict, I had no choice but to meet the messenger.

“Show him in.”

“As you wish.”

Cecily left the room, and after a while, a man entered.

I was a bit surprised.

I recognized him.

Rice Cake.

He was one of Brother Henry’s subordinates, and until recently had been involved in suppressing a rebellion.

“Your orders.”

“Yes, sir.”

I knelt on one knee before Rice.

A messenger carrying an imperial edict was, in a sense, the emperor’s representative.

Etiquette required that all respect be shown to Your Majesty, and in cases like this, where an edict was being delivered, it would be considered disrespectful for a third party to interfere.

So I knelt on one knee, bowed my head, and quietly listened.

“The first battle of Prince wise Noah Alarate is to be postponed. Stand by until further orders.”

“Most grateful.”

After responding, I bowed once more and stood upright.

In the next moment, as if by some exchange, Rice knelt before me and bowed his head.

“Long time no see, your highness.”

“Hmm? Ah, right, you’re Brother Henry’s ‘houseman,’ aren’t you?”

“Sir.”

Rice responded and lowered his head further.

Sometimes, members of the royal family would send their servants or slaves as officials or military officers outside.

Those with such origins were called “housemen,” meaning people produced from noble families.

A while ago, I had also sent Evelyn as the magistrate of a small land in Almeria.

It was the same concept, though Rice had advanced much further than Evelyn.

And there was something important.

Though they were officials with a public status, they were also “servants” of the royal family.

Rice was not only Brother Henry’s servant but also mine.

That was why, as soon as the edict was delivered, he knelt before me and bowed his head.

“I see. You may relax.”

“Most grateful.”

With that settled, I sat back down on the sofa.

Rice naturally stood facing me.

“Zoe!”

“Did you call?”

Zoe came in.

“Give the messenger travel expenses. Five hundred Liens.”

“Yes, understood.”

Zoe left the room, and I faced Rice again.

“I understand Your Majesty’s edict, but why has this happened?”

“That is solely thanks to your power, your highness.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lord Henry—when the Ministry of Military Affairs reported the fortune-telling results to Your Majesty, His Majesty was greatly pleased.”

“I see.”

“In response, he commanded it be done on a grand scale. The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Finance will jointly carry it out extensively.”

I nodded quietly.

That kind of thing was important, too.

Commoners loved tales of heroes.

If the protagonist was from the royal family, it needed to be widely promoted with grandeur.

“Having a first battle alone is unprecedented. Your Majesty is thinking, together with Lord Henry and The Eighth Your Highness, of ways to spread the magnificence throughout the empire.”

I nodded further.

If that was the case, then regarding the first battle, I wouldn’t have to appear in public for a while.

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The next day, I headed to Cobalt Street with Shirley.

For Luthier’s growth and my level-up through mock battles, I came to Cobalt Street, where antiques and treasures gathered, to find magical artifacts like Leviathan and Luthier.

I searched around with Shirley but found nothing resembling what I sought.

Well, things like Leviathan or Luthier weren’t easy to come by.

Both were genuine treasures, not something that appeared easily.

Not finding one was understandable, so after a round of searching, I ended up at Alan’s shop, a familiar place.