Noble Reincarnation~Blessed With the Strongest Power From Birth

Former thirteenth prince's residence, in the courtyard of the now outlying palace.

I was in a meeting with an old general.

Damian Noble.

As the empire's strongest warlord, he is still an honest man at the top of the field.

The Damian and I were meeting in the name of matchmaking.

Damian's sword, every blow was heavy.

It's like a sword, but it's not the only one.

Just a meeting, such a rigid sword that the impact is likely to penetrate to the bone marrow.

There's no glamour, one slash at a time.

Practical sword, forged on countless battlefields.

When I found out, I met with each other, and I brought it to the brink, and I stopped and jumped back a lot.

So far, I ended the match with the body that

"That's the most powerful general in the empire."

"Joy."

Damian also lowered his sword and knelt once on the spot.

"Your Majesty is the one who became stronger and stronger. It must be said that a swordsman (,) as good as His Majesty reigns at the apex of our empire is the grace of God."

"You've got a better mouth. I wonder if old warlords and old men can get horns."

"It's all true."

"Huh, it's a joke. I would have been old enough when I met you."

I laughed and emphasised that it was a joke.

Damien has that look, and there is a strictly honest, jokeless side to it, as it is titled Old Gentleman of War.

This is how you need to make it clear that a joke is a joke.

I glanced and ordered Damien to sit in the east room in the garden.

"No one else called you today, about the Gale One crusade."

"Ha."

"I'll tell you straight in, I want Jessica to focus on her Gale One beating the rest. Border blockades, the transport of food and the vigilance of other forces to that end. I want everything to be complete. Of course I can talk to Henry, but I'd like to hear your opinion at the top of the field."

"Ha."

"That said, military is not the remaining specialty. The only way to squeeze out to the scene is to repeat any failures seen in history. The rest showed direction. Do you have the right tactics, or the right people?

"Afraid."

Damien prefaced that, then spoke up.

"First of all, border blockade"

"Uhm."

"My eldest son, Carl Noble, would be the right man. The border blockade will require a certain degree of accommodation. Only obey His Majesty's orders, and if you include no exceptions, play your part fully."

"I see."

You mean fucking serious.

I don't know about that, but I can feel relieved depending on how I use it.

"Next, vigilance for other forces. This is my second son, Keel."

"Why"

"Keel has been good at withstanding pain since he was a child and is very patient. Let's not start with a war in abrupt circumstances, but be good for thorough restraint."

"Right."

"Finally, the transportation of food. Please leave it to my four men, Yale."

"Fine, I'll take care of it. Tell Henry the rest has approved it, and I hope it stays open."

"Thank you Happiness"

"I won't tell you the details. Anyway, I want Jessica to focus on just one of those things, good."

"Ha."

"You can back off."

"Excuse me."

Damien knelt down again on the spot, then stood up and walked away.

After I drop it off, I call Don.

"May I call you, Your Majesty?"

"Damian's three men, do you know their names?

"Sure... I thought it was Neil Noble"

"Find out about Neil."

"Why?

I told Don, who leaned his neck strangely, that Damien had recommended three children.

"That was the opposite of your father's eyes."

"With His Majesty the King?

"Oh. An eye that drowns children. He wants to soak up some bad kids with his seven lights. The reason is too tight. There's no reason why we should be transporting food to the Four Men. Anyway, it's the end of asking for it."

"Which one of those damiens..."

Don says he can't believe it in Russia.

I don't know, I was strictly honest, the most powerful old general in the empire.

It is surprising that there is such a side.

"So find out about the three men."

"You're the only three guys who didn't get a name."

"Oh."

I snorted deeply.

"If the rest of the predictions are correct, they'll think that only the three men 'can do without the Seven Lights'"

The next day, in the study.

Don came back after the investigation went with an impressive eye.

"That was right, Your Majesty, as His Majesty predicted"

"Hmm?"

"Neil Noble. Rumors abound that he received the sword genius of Lord Damien, and that he put a deep hand on Lord Damien in his archery when he was 12."

"To that damian?

"Yes."

Damian at that age is still in command of the field because, for one thing, he's "too strong".

Damien, who is too strong and should also be called a war idiot, has often made war efforts, but has also been overdone and punished less.

There are times when people have bought the opposition of the local people and prolonged the war and its post-war processing, where it does not have to be destroyed.

He was punished for it, and lowered his rank.

That way, because of the war effort and the repeated punishment of overdoing, I can't be born enough to enter the Ministry of Military Affairs, and I remain on the scene all the time.

Did Damien hurt you at twelve?

"I'm going to see you, do you know where?

"Yes, I'll show you"

The man was inside a tavern in Castle Town.

A man in a corner seat who keeps drinking with an invincible grin.

He's not dirty in shape, but he's pretty appropriate.

The loose clothes around there - a man who feels like a proper laundry.

Sometimes she is dressed and has a large body, and sometimes even has an eye band that shows blindness in her right eye.

In the bustling tavern, it seemed as if people didn't just lean in there and the space was empty.

I go straight, man - I sit across from Neil.

"Neil Noble, huh?

"Whoa, you want a bows?

It's not like he's going to ask back his name, but he recommends booze to the person he talks to first.

I took the cup Neil offered me and drank the contents all at once.

"You're drinking a lot of cheap food."

"Alcohol is so drunk, it's good. I'm going to be Shomben tomorrow anyway."

"I see, it makes sense"

"So, what about Bowes? What can I do for you?"

"It's a scout. Aren't you willing to serve the Imperial Room?

"Me?

"Oh."

"Why?"

"I expected an arm, isn't that enough?

"I see. Does the Imperial Room mean to serve the Emperor"

"Don't be like that."

"Then."

Neil distorted the corner of his mouth and drank it all at once.

"I'll think about it if the emperor comes and invites himself. Yes, tell the Emperor."

"What, is that okay? Then think about it now."

"Huh?"

"The rest is already in front of you."

"... to?

The cup spilled out of my hand and rolled corny on the table, hitting a bottle of booze and stopping.

Neil, who dropped it, stays still.

"Like this, huh?

"Uhm."

"I...?

"What, you didn't know the rest of your face"

"Ko, Emperor - you were His Majesty!

Neil returned to me hah and rose up in great surprise.

As soon as I get my attention all over the tavern.

"Oh, the rest is Emperor Emperor Noah Ararat"

While naming, with the help of Leviathan, it shows the crest that designed the ship.

Whoever it is, it's a name with a demon sword that I believe to be an emperor.

It also led to Neil.

"The emperor immediately? And from the beginning?

"Are you crazy?"

"... did the jerk ask you to?

"No."

I smiled.

I took up the cup Neil dropped, followed the booze, drank it up and smiled.

"Damien only recommended the other three."

"... Phew."

Hearing the story, Neil regained his composure and laughed at Nihil.

"He looks like a jerk. Those three, too. Come on, let's not be alone. He's a good old man, so I guess he'll be able to grab a snake forever."

Neil's, it was a blur of bitter laughter.

Apparently, Damian's pro-food is pretty good.

"Phew."

"Oh, my God, suddenly you laugh"

"No, you don't get jealous when you hear that," I thought.

……

"Well, that doesn't matter. More than that, the rest is coming directly, think about it. Why don't you serve the rest?"

"Oh, no, I don't like salutations and manipulation, I don't even know how to serve the palace."

"What the hell is that? Then you can stay where you are."

"- Huh?

"What?"

"Are you sure you want it to stay the way it is?

"What's wrong?"

"No, you're crazy. You're the emperor, aren't you? More like this, majesty, tradition, that sort of thing."

"It's more about getting people than that."

……

Pocahontas, and losing words, Neil.

Eventually, when he returned to me, he looked up to heaven and laughed.

"Ha ha, you're awesome. I've never been such an emperor."

"Really?

"I liked it. If it's okay as it is, I'll serve you."

"Um, nice to meet you."

I am, when I offer my hand for a handshake, Neil laughs more and more at the freakiness and has been holding my hand.

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Name: Noah Alert

Empire Emperor

Gender: Male

Level: 17 +1/∞

HP C + B fire E + S + S

MPD + C water C + SSS

Force C + S wind E + C

Health D + C ground E + C

Intelligence D + A Light E + B

Spiritual E + B Dark E + B

Speed E + B

Dexterity E + C

Luck D + C

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And the status of "+" raised another one.