JakkuSen

Reborn as Javier De Armand, the youngest son of a lower rank noble household, former salaryman Nakamura Junichi faces a world of privilege, chaos, and responsibility.From his earliest days as a baby to his rise as a formidable adult, Javier’s life is anything but simple., Javier must navigate the expectations of noble society while pursuing his own freedom and dreams.

As he grows, he learns that nobility comes with its burdens—managing territories, forging alliances, defending against enemies, and earning the respect of both his peers and the commoners he vows to protect. But life as a noble is no fairy tale. Rival families scheme for power, enemy threaten the borders, and kingdoms teeter on the brink of war.

Being the youngest son places Javier in a unique position. Neither the heir nor the spare, he must carve out his own role within his family and society. With his sharp mind, decisive personality, and memories of his past life, Javier takes on challenges that many would shy away from.Recruit allies and build his own influence, carefully balancing his desire for independence with the duties expected of him as a noble. Along the way, he must navigate family dynamics, political challenges, and his ambition to leave a lasting mark on this fantastical world.

In a realm where strength, wit, and cunning reign supreme, Javier's journey blends humor, slice-of-life moments, and lighthearted chaos as he crafts his own destiny while keeping those closest to him by his side.

Reborn As Noble

Alf and Erinnete were busy overseeing the final preparations, ensuring everything was perfect for the big day. Meanwhile, Francesca was helping Eridith with her wedding gown in a nearby room.

"Hmmm… your horns," Francesca muttered, frowning as she held up the delicate veil. "The veil won't fit properly like this."

"Ehhh? Can't you do something about it?" Eridith pouted, her eyes wide with disappointment. "Francescaaa… I want to wear itttt!"

Francesca sighed, rubbing her temple as Eridith pouted like a child. "You are a mature woman, not a child, Eridith."

"But… but I want to wear it!" Eridith whined, her eyes shimmering with determination.

Francesca pinched the bridge of her nose. "Your horns make it difficult to place the veil properly. If we force it, it'll look awkward."

"Can't we modify it somehow? Maybe cut a little space for my horns?" Eridith suggested eagerly.

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