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.

Kenjirou gritted his teeth, his boots skidding over the blood-soaked battlefield.


His body was scorched. His cape tattered. His armor dented.


Around him—nothing but fallen corpses.


The 50,000 Amazarak warriors he once led—gone.


Burned. Pierced. Crushed beneath the halfling army's overwhelming numbers.


Magic arrows rained down without pause,


a constant barrage of glowing projectiles tearing through the dirt, exploding around him with deafening force.


Kenjirou roared in fury, mana flaring violently from his body.


"How dare mere weaklings like you stand against me?! I am the chosen! The blessed one! The hero!!"


His left arm, black and artificial, pulsed with vile energy—veins of dark mana cracking through the air like lightning.


In his right hand, his divine sword gleamed—still radiating that holy golden hue twisted by corruption.


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