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

Chapter 32: Noah's Command 🎭

Published: January 4, 2026

I continued talking with Fuwawa.

I could hear a voice, but it wasn’t human language.

Apart from the voice I heard, something directly flowed into my mind.

It was a strange sensation—fluffy and elusive, as if recalling an exchange in a dream, yet somehow perfectly understandable.

“I see. Then give it a try.”

Saying this, Fuwawa descended onto the floor, and her form began to blur.

The blurred figure morphed like mist, repeating dispersal and gathering.

“Eh!?”

Alan exclaimed in surprise.

“Is this… me?”

“That’s right. Have someone bring a mirror, and the two of you stand side by side.”

Alan called one of his subordinates—who was startled as well—and ordered him to fetch a mirror.

Meanwhile, the transformed Fuwawa lined up next to Alan.

When the subordinate brought the mirror and Alan looked into it, he was even more shocked.

“It’s identical…”

He murmured, speechless.

The Alan that Fuwawa had transformed into looked so much like his own twin brother, it was uncanny.

“So, you can do something like this…”

“There’s more. Probably… like this.”

I reached out my hand toward Fuwawa.

The moment Fuwawa took my hand—she vanished.

Alan was surprised that the being resembling himself disappeared in an instant.

Immediately after, Fuwawa appeared again.

In the same form as Alan just before disappearing.

“Wh-what did you do?”

“Fuwawa, hold out both hands. Alan, try touching each of her hands in order.”

Both of them obeyed my words.

Fuwawa held out both hands; Alan touched the right hand first, then tried the left—and his hand passed right through.

“Eh?”

“I made only the right half solid. I can do both sides, but this is just a trial.”

“So, originally like a ghost and intangible, but you solidified only the right half...?”

“Yeah.”

“Amazing…”

Alan’s eyes widened even further.

The fact that Fuwawa was solidified was linked to the armor ring.

Just like Leviathan and Luthier had done, I made Fuwawa do it.

A ghost-like transformation ability combined with the armor ring’s solidification.

Almost a perfect transformation ability.

“How far can this go? Can you make the stomach growl?”

—Gururururu.

As soon as I asked, Fuwawa=Alan’s stomach rumbled loudly.

“What about disappearing?”

“Whoa!”

Now the left half—the part not solidified by the armor ring—became transparent.

Seeing only half of himself, Alan let out a scream-like voice.

“I see, you can do it all.”

“…As expected of your highness, being able to handle even a first-time subject so well.”

Alan finally recovered from his shock.

After I completely restored Fuwawa to her original form, I said to Alan.

“Well done. Contact me again if anything happens.”

“Yes!”

Returning to Prince Thirteen’s Residence, I was greeted at the entrance by the new maid, Cecily.

“Master, Martha wants to speak with you.”

“Martha? Who’s that?”

“She’s Zoe’s mother.”

“...Ah.”

After a few seconds, I finally remembered.

It was six years ago.

Dosso, Zoe’s hometown, had been hit by a flood, and at that time I had given her mother a quiet position in this residence.

I vaguely recalled—it was a position that was more symbolic than meaningful.

“Understood. Call her to the study.”

“Yes.”

Martha, with whom I probably hadn’t spoken even once in six years, said she wanted to talk.

Thinking it might be something sensitive, I chose the study.

My study, as befitting a prince’s residence, was protected by soundproof magic.

Ordinary human speech wouldn’t leak out, nor could outside voices be heard inside.

After entering and waiting for a while, a special bell on the door rang since knocking was unusable.

Immediately after, an elderly woman entered.

Martha knelt on both knees before me after closing the door.

“What is it? What do you want to talk about?”

“Yes, by your highness the prince’s order, I have been opening and closing the back door every day.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Her words reminded me of her job.

She was in charge of opening and closing the back gate—which was rarely used—every morning and night.