Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 59: Brithday [1]

[Three days later.]

"Kyuu~."

The Void fox’s playful voice echoed in the room as she moved.

One moment she was by the window, and the next, she’d vanished only to reappear near the bookshelf.

She batted a small red ball between her paws, playing by herself.

"Can you stop moving around, Ella?"

Akamir groaned, turning his head slightly toward her.

Ella didn’t respond, too absorbed in her solo game.

He let out a sigh. "Leave her be," Nayomi murmured, floating lazily beside him. "She’s just a child."

"A child who never rests," he muttered, glancing back at the mirror in front of him.

...He was half-dressed, towel around his neck, and bruises still lining his torso like old ink stains.

His reflection looked more worn than usual.

"You don’t want to join the party?" Nayomi asked, her arms folded loosely.

Akamir shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

His eyes shifted to the envelope resting beside the bed, its black wax seal already broken.

The world of nobles was exhausting.

Even if you were the strongest, you couldn’t become king.

There were always rules, expectations, invisible chains.

And no matter how much you disliked them, ignoring the royal family wasn’t an option.

’Honestly, I am getting more and more annoyed by them.’

The whole birthday event already gave him a headache.

He looked over his shoulder.

Ella had climbed halfway up the bookshelf, the ball clenched proudly in her mouth.

"Ella," he warned.

"Kyuuu!" she squeaked innocently, leaping off mid-shelf and landing with ease, her tail flicked as if to show off.

"She’s going to destroy the room."

"She already has," Nayomi pointed to the torn curtain and the scratch marks near the table leg.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in, Zia," Akamir called.

The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-twenties, carrying a suit.

Her long, raven-black hair was tied into a bun, and her form-fitting uniform made her curves hard to ignore.

Her obsidian eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Let me help you, young master," Zia said with a warm smile, laying out the suit.

"...Thank you." Akamir mumbled with a sigh.

Zia just smiled as she took out the white shirt, helping him wear it.

"What do you plan to gift, Prince Lucien?" she asked, doing the buttons. "You can’t go to his birthday without any gift."

"I will find something on the way." Akamir mumbled, shaking his head.

Zia just nodded while she moved back to grab the navy blue jacket. "By the way, be aware of those nobles... Not many like you."

"I’m aware," Akamir replied, letting her guide his arms into the sleeves. "I can take care of myself."

"You better behave, young master." she said, walking in front of him. "There will only be younger generations there so no adult to help you."

Akamir just nodded, too tired to argue with her.

Zia glanced at Ella, who leapt back onto the bed, curling around her red ball like a dragon guarding treasure.

She yawned loudly, then resumed pawing the ball with half-lidded eyes.

"Where did you even find her?" she asked. "She’s adorable."

"And dumb," Akamir muttered.

"Kyuu!"

"Yeah, I said it. You understand me, don’t act surprised."

Zia chuckled, then bent to pick up a polished shoe.

"Hey!" Akamir stopped her, quickly kneeling down. "I can do that myself."

She paused, looking up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, taking the shoe from her hands. "Just go check if the carriage is ready."

"Okay." she said, walking out of the room.

Once she was gone, Akamir looked at Nayomi. "Didn’t you say she was strong?"

Nayomi nodded. "She is."

"Then why act like a maid?"

"I... don’t know."

Akamir didn’t press the matter.

He just sighed, sat on the bed, and finished dressing.

Ella jumped back onto his head as soon as he stood up.

He didn’t bother pushing her off.

He left the room, heading for the main doors without hesitation.

"By the way," he said to Nayomi, "are you sure no humans could survive in the Spirit World?"

"It was destroyed a long time ago," she answered softly. "It’s impossible."

’Then what did I see?’

Akamir wondered, unable to keep that being out of his mind.

Whatever that figure was had already made him question his perspective of the Spirit World.

"By the way." Akamir mumbled, his eyes still on Nayomi. "Do I really need to help Zaina?"

She floated in front of him, hands clasped behind her back.

"Do you remember what I told you before?" she asked. "About what will happen if everything goes as told in the novel?"

"That doesn’t matter now—."

"Do you?"

Akamir sighed. "Yes, I do."

She floated in front of him, clasping her hand behind.

"Things that happened now will make her the tyrant queen she was." she mumbled. "The entire humans on Vyrintha continent perished because of her."

"...."

Akamir turned silent as Ella curiously raised her paw towards Nayomi.

"The rest is up to you." she said, floating away.

Akamir rubbed his temples as he reached the courtyard.

’That’s one way of guilt-tripping me.’

Nayomi had wanted to help Zaina from the start.

It wasn’t subtle but it wasn’t hard for Akamir to notice.

Why did she want it?

Akamir had no idea. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

’Let’s just observe for now.’

Akamir arrived at the carriage that was parked and Zia stood close to it.

"Good luck, young master." she said, smiling as Akamir moved inside.

He just nodded at her before closing the door.

Ella jumped from his head as the carriage began to move.

’Let’s have some rest.’

---

It took the carriage a total of twenty minutes to reach the estate where Prince Lucien called everyone.

The estate where Prince Lucien was hosting the event loomed ahead, grand and regal.

White marble walls gleamed under moonlight, wrought-iron gates stood tall, and sculptures lined the path like silent sentinels.

The royal emblem hung over the entrance, flanked by dozens of ornate carriages.

Akamir stared quietly out the window as they passed through.

"Quite flashy," he muttered.

Ella stood on his lap, nose twitching as she peered outside. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Kyuuu..."

The carriage came to a halt, and the door swung open.

A servant bowed deeply. "Welcome, young master Asher."

Akamir stepped out, the night breeze brushing against his face.

"Lord Lucien is expecting you," the servant added. "The reception is in the Sky Garden."

"Lead the way."

As they walked through the estate, the sounds of laughter and music began to rise.

The Sky Garden, true to its name, was a grand terrace built into the upper levels of the estate, lush with hanging flowers, floating lanterns.

Dozens of young nobles mingled under the glow of the mana lights.

Akamir recognized a few while most were unknown to him.

Ella, sitting on his shoulder, looked around curiously.

’Younger generation, huh?’

He spotted some familiar faces—sons... heirs of major families, a few from noble merchant houses.

’I don’t see Inara or Zaina.’

Did they not arrive yet?

Whispers spread the moment he stepped in.

"That’s Duke Darvin’s heir..."

"He actually came?"

"Why is he here...?"

He ignored them all.

Ella clung to his shoulder, her tail curling loosely around his neck like a scarf.

Akamir reached for a quiet corner as he grabbed one of the wine glasses.

He looked back at Nayomi who floated close to him.

"Are you sure she will be here?" Akamir mumbled. "That girl you were talking about."

"She will be." Nayomi replied, looking around. "And don’t take her lightly."

"Yeah...." he scoffed. "Gotta respect the greatest mind in the kingdom, I guess."

Nayomi didn’t reply as Akamir looked around.

’Hm?’

To his surprise, he found someone who he was really familiar with.

’What are they doing here?’

Akamir wondered, looking at Viros and Luca eating the food.

’No. How did they even get inside?’

They weren’t nobles.

In fact, they were commoners.

How did they even get in?

’Did they.....’

A thought crossed his mind as Viros blinked in his direction.

His eyes widened in panic as his face paled and he bolted. Luca noticed and followed immediately.

"...."

Akamir’s lips twitched as their behaviour confirmed it.

They came here without invitation.

’The fuck are guards doing?’

Akamir sighed.

"Excuse me."

A voice interrupted, making him turn.

A tall young woman stood beside him, staring at Ella. "What is this cute thing?"

He glanced at Nayomi, who gave a subtle nod.

’So, that’s her, huh?’

Akamir studied the girl quietly.

’The smartest mind in the kingdom.’