Rebirth of the Ruined Noble



The image of nobles that lingered in the minds of common citizens was one of arrogance, fierceness, wealth, and pride. They were perceived as disdainful towards commoners, looking down upon them with contempt. However, the sight that greeted the soldier, who had traversed from the royal capital to the Pendragon region in a mere two days, passing through three portals, was beyond his comprehension.

Before him stood the Lord of the Pendragon Barony, the man known as the Southern Wall and the Dragon's caretaker—Hubert Von Pendragon. Yet, this great man was not adorned in lavish garments befitting his status. Instead, he toiled in the fields alongside the farmers.

"Hey, soldier!" called out the guard captain, Huges Pendragon, who happened to be the blood brother of Baron Hubert Von Pendragon. His voice snapped the soldier back to reality, prompting him to refocus his attention.

Baron Hubert raised an eyebrow as he observed the soldier. "Would you deliver the message now?" he inquired. However, the soldier's response took them both by surprise.

"This is a message for Lord Pendragon. I cannot disclose it to a mere farmer," the soldier retorted, his words laced with condescension. The Soldier still refused to believe that the man in front of him who was soiled in mud and clay was Lord Pendragon.

"Pfff—A mere farmer!" Huges burst into laughter upon hearing the soldier's disrespectful comment. 

"You better stop before I knock some sense into your head," Hubert warned Huges, suppressing his anger.

"Hahaha, hey you! He is the lord! The great Hubert Von Pendragon! Hahah- A mere farmer, right hahahah—urgh!" Huges' laughter abruptly ceased as Hubert smacked him unconscious with one hit.

Turning his attention back to the soldier, Hubert retrieved a pendant concealed beneath his dirt-streaked clothes.

"I am Baron Pendragon, the lord of this region, if you have a message, hand it over now."

  The soldier's palms began to sweat profusely as he laid eyes on the pendant—a family insignia of the Pendragon lineage crafted in the form of a flame-spewing dragon.

The Soldier started to have cold sweat seeing the pendant that baron Hubert took out, it was a family insignia of the pendragon's which was crafted in the form of the flame spewing dragon.

'Did I just refer to Lord Pendragon as a mere farmer?'

Panic surged through the soldier's mind. Without a second thought, he knelt before Hubert, his voice trembling with remorse. "Please forgive me, Lord! I was blind to not recognize your highness!"

Though the soldier was a messenger, he was nonetheless a lowly soldier, incomparable to the nobles. He knew better than to trifle with them, especially someone bearing the Pendragon name.

"Yeah~ Yeah~ Stop wasting time! Just give me the message," Hubert nonchalantly dismissed the soldier's apology, eager to receive the message.

Relieved yet cautious, the soldier handed over a scroll containing the crucial message from the capital. 

"Here, my lord."

Lord Pendragon received the message and examined the seal adorning the scroll—a symbol depicting scales and a sword.

"The Tower of Justice?"

Huges, who had regained consciousness, questioned the reason for such a message from the Tower of Justice. 

"Why would the Tower of Justice send a message to me?" Hubert wondered aloud as he broke the seal and carefully unfurled the scroll.

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Greetings to the Lord Pendragon,

Firstly, we would like to apologize for this sudden message but as the matter is of importance, we hope you understand.

This letter serves to inform you of the incredible achievement of the young Pendragon.

__________I think you should take a look at

"Young Pendragon? Our Boyo?" Hughes exclaimed, his curiosity piqued, while Hubert continued reading the message, eager to uncover its contents.

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Two days had passed since the shocking rebel attack on the Royal Museum. On that fateful day, the top 100 students from the Freljord Academy were attending an event at the museum. The capital city was thrown into chaos as rumors spread that the rebels' objective was to assassinate the princess. However, thanks to the brave young Pendragon who was present at the scene, disaster was averted. He single handedly confronted and defeated the rebel leader, an eight-star knight, ensuring the safety of the princess.

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"Wait!! What??"

Huges interjected, his voice filled with disbelief. "When did our boyo reach the top 100 in the academy? And are they saying he stopped an eight-star knight?"

A look of absolute incredulity crossed Huges' face as he struggled to comprehend the contents of the letter. Hubert, too, was bewildered, his expression clouded with doubt. However, Huges recovered from his shock rather swiftly.

"Hohoh~ As expected of my nephew! Who do you think taught him swordsmanship? Hahahahaha!"

Unlike Huges, Hubert continued to stare at the letter, still trying to make sense of it all.

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The Emperor has arranged a grand banquet to honor the young Pendragon and the other heroes who bravely thwarted the rebel attack. Additionally, it will serve as the official ceremony to bestow the title of Archmage upon the newly promoted eight-star mage, Lloyd Frontera. You have been cordially invited to the royal palace.

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The words on the scroll left both Huges and Hubert once again stunned.

"So, that Lloyd guy has reached eight-star status! What a monstrous achievement! Wait, this all happened two days ago, and we are only hearing about it now?"

Huges exclaimed before turning to Hubert.

"Damn you, brother! This is why I told you to install a Culver device in the barony!" Hughes exclaimed, engaging in his usual banter with Hubert. However, Hubert remained focused, reading the final part of the letter.

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As for the young Pendragon, he is currently under the care of the royal physician. Although he has not sustained any physical injuries, he remains unconscious. Please make your way to the capital as soon as possible.

Yours truly, 

The Tower of Justice.

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The letter concluded with those words, leaving Hubert's face serious and grave. Hughes, who noticed the sudden change in atmosphere, mirrored his brother's seriousness.

"Hughes," Hubert said calmly, his voice steady.

"Yes, Brother," Hughes responded, his voice filled with loyalty. In an instant, the dynamics between the two brothers had shifted.

"Make preparations, we are leaving for the capital."

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