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

Chapter 3: The Tactical Decision of the Six-Year-Old Prince 👑

Published: January 4, 2026

After my two older brothers left, I was inside the room swinging the demonic sword around.

Its name, if I recall correctly... yes, Leviathan.

The water demon sword, Leviathan.

I drew it from its sheath, and with every swing, it left behind a trail of water-blue afterimages.

At six years old, it was still heavy and difficult for me to handle, but it looked pretty good, so I decided to keep holding onto it.

Above all, it was a gift from my older brother—His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

It was necessary to show that I treasured it carefully as a demonstration of loyalty.

That said, it wasn’t something I should carry around inside the house like this.

“Someone.”

I called out for someone to come and put away the demonic sword.

“...Hm? Someone?”

I found it strange that nobody came despite my call.

After all, I was the Thirteenth Prince, the master of this mansion.

The servants would always come immediately when called.

But this time, none came.

Curious, I looked toward the door and saw a male servant standing outside the room with a frightened expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-no, excuse me...”

The man hurriedly entered.

But his face was pale and his body was trembling slightly.

Clearly, something was wrong.

“What’s the matter?”

“T-that sword...”

“This sword? Oh.”

Hearing that, I remembered when my brothers brought it to me.

Even back then, the servants of my brothers had turned pale.

I suspected it was the effect of this demonic sword, and just as I guessed, the man spoke the cause aloud.

“When I look at it, my whole body becomes terribly cold and it feels like I’m being pricked by needles.”

“I see. So it really is the influence of the demonic sword. Uh... if I recall, my brothers...”

Recalling the time I received it, I put the sword back into its box.

“How about now?”

“Ah... a little better...”

“I see.”

“This is the demonic sword, right? As expected from a prince, it’s amazing you can touch it without a problem.”

“That’s why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave it to me. More importantly, can you carry it safely if it’s in the box? Then keep it properly stored.”

“Understood!”

Though his complexion was still a bit pale, he looked much better than when he first arrived.

By my command, he lifted the box containing the demonic sword and left the room.

Right after, a maid stood outside the room and quietly knocked.

“Master.”

“Hm? Zoe? Come in.”

She was one of the maids whose face I relatively remembered—her name was Zoe.

She was just shy of twenty and among the older maids in the mansion.

Since she took care of my baths every day, I had come to recognize her.

“What’s the matter? You came without being called. Did something happen?”

“Yes... um, I wanted to ask for permission to leave.”

“Hm?”

Before I was reincarnated, I had been a commoner and had made several mistakes right after my reincarnation—this was one of them.

For servants, “asking for leave” actually meant “quitting.” At first, I didn’t know this and there had been some misunderstandings.

Of course, now I knew, so I asked again based on that.

“Why do you want to quit?”

“Well, my family’s farm was swept away by spring floods.”

“I see?”

“Yes. Because everything—house, farm, everything—was washed away, my family can no longer make a living. They want me to go to the red-light district... well, ‘sold as the woman who served a prince’.”

“I understand, that’s enough.”

I thought for a moment.

For these six years, I had been learning how to behave as a noble—that is, as a prince.

From that, I searched for the best solution.

“Zoe’s family was just her mother, right? She was the one taking care of the farm?”

“Yes, that’s right...”

“You don’t need to say more. Send your mother to the capital.”

“Huh?”

“Your mother will be in charge of the mansion... let’s say, locking the back gate. Ten liin a month.”

“Master!?”

Zoe was shocked.

And rightly so—there isn't even a position for locking the back gate; I had just come up with it on the spot.