I Reincarnated as a Lazy and Evil Noble Vol 2 Release Commemoration SS (Support Limited)

『Important Notice』

I’m happy to announce that Volume 2 of I Reincarnated as a Lazy and Evil Noble is now on sale! It’s available in both print and digital formats, so I’d be incredibly grateful if you could pick up a copy at Amazon or your local bookstore ('ω')ノ

As for the continuation of the web serialization, the date is still undecided, but I am planning to resume soon, so please bear with me just a little longer.

Also, the manga adaptation is set to begin on September 5th!

Since it will be a web serialization, everyone will be able to read it. I’ll provide more details as they come, so please look forward to it!

Now, please enjoy Eva Avery's Summer Vacation ②.

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Youth Town. A safe, secure paradise famous for its beaches and beloved by the nobility.

But I knew better. The world of Noblesse doesn't just "do" safe and secure. In the Original Story, this world was riddled with branching paths and hidden darkness. Even here, amidst the stunning scenery of Youth Town, there was a "back route."

And let me tell you—it was supposed to be a high-difficulty nightmare.

"Oh dear, it looks like I’ve won again."

I was well aware that this world, as beautiful as it seemed, was rotting at the core. There’s no such thing as a truly peaceful country or a perfectly safe town. Beneath the surface, there are always plenty of corrupt bastards making life miserable for everyone else.

Naturally, a place like Youth Town was a hotbed for gambling. By day, families enjoyed the sun, sand, and surf. By night, the adults indulged in high-stakes bets. On the surface, it all looked clean—no fighting, no foul play.

But when massive sums of money are on the line, the rules change. Even in "safe" Youth Town, they weren't about to let a sucker walk away with their gold.

"Another win for me."

I suppose I should mention: I’m a genius. And I don’t just mean in a fight. In this world, I am the Strongest in every sense of the word. If I had dedicated my life to music, I’d probably be a legendary composer for the ages. If I had pursued medicine, I’d likely be a saint who saved the world.

So, when it came to a gambling den full of rigged games and cheats, they never stood a chance. I don’t miss even the slightest fray in a plan.

"Oh, whatever shall I do? I've gone and won again."

I kept rolling the dice. Five dice, every single one of them a six, over and over again. From the house's perspective, this was an impossibility. But I wasn't using some cheap trick to counter their cheating. I was simply reading the minute shifts in the dice’s center of gravity and the subtle vibrations of the table to hit the jackpot every time.

At this rate, I’m going to bankrupt the entire establishment, I thought. Which is probably why they’re looking at me like they want to murder me.

The dark side of Youth Town finally reached a verdict.

"Eva-sama, might we have a moment of your time?" a man in a sharp black suit asked, approaching me. "There is a daily limit on cash withdrawals. If you could come with us for a moment, we can process the transaction and serve you a drink."

"Of course. I don't mind at all."

I was in a fantastic mood as I followed him. I didn't know exactly what they had planned for me, but more than anything, I was hoping for a challenge. I wanted a struggle, a difficulty, a hardship.

Of course, that never actually happens to me. But a girl can dream, can't she? I kept telling myself: Maybe this time...

"—So, do you know anything about a 'Gifted' person?"

Several tens of minutes later, the floor was littered with men. These were no slouches; they were sturdy, muscular types, experts in both magic and swordsmanship. Now, they were just furniture. I sat perched on the back of one of them, crossing my legs comfortably.

"...A-Are you... are you really Eva Avery?" the man beneath me groaned.

"Oh, I'm honored that my name has reached such a blissful little town. It’s quite flattering."

"...Yeah. Look, if I tell you what you want, will you let me go?"

"Certainly. Though, I’ll still be taking my winnings. I went through all that effort, after all, and it was quite fun."

"...Fine. The Gifted you're looking for is at the Underground Arena. He showed up out of nowhere and hasn't lost a single match since."

"Hmm. And when is the next session?"

"Today. I... I can take you there myself, if you want."

"I like a man who catches on quickly. Thank you."

"Then, I have a request—"

"Yes, yes. 'Please don't kill us,' right? I’ve got it. Honestly, you villains all use the same script."

"...I'll make the arrangements immediately."

After I had the men cash out my massive winnings, I instructed them to remit the funds—partly to my home country and partly to a certain organization. Every now and then, I like to perform a random act of goodwill. Only when the mood strikes me, of course.

The secret arena was tucked away beneath the heart of Youth Town. It was a place where the most dangerous fighters—the ones who could never show their faces in the sun—gathered to spill blood. It was an anything-goes battle of swords and magic. No counts, no breaks. You either surrendered or you died. Those were the only rules.

I left the tedious registration paperwork to the thugs and signed up. My name? Eva Avery, obviously. I saw no point in using a pseudonym.

When my name was announced, the arena exploded into a frenzy of excitement. The denizens of the underworld have incredibly sharp instincts. Even if they had never seen me in person, there wasn't a soul alive who hadn't heard the name Eva Avery.

At first, there was skepticism. But then, one of the arena’s top-tier fighters was carried out in critical condition after I hit him exactly once. He surrendered immediately, and the atmosphere turned electric.

"Wooooooo! It’s her! It’s really Eva!"

"Holy crap, we need to get out of here!"

"I’m putting everything I have on Eva!"

"Are you insane?!"

Joy, terror, frantic escapes, and morbid curiosity—the crowd was a mess of conflicting emotions. I, however, remained completely unfazed. I tore through the first and second rounds in mere seconds. My eyes were on the prize: the Gifted.

Since the reigning champion only appeared in the final match, I didn't have to wait long. After a lackluster fourth round, I finally reached the end.

"Contestant Gravity!"

The figure that stepped out to face me was a small boy. He looked to be about the same age as Weiss, though he was a bit shorter.

"...Are you the Gifted?" I asked.

"I am," he said, his voice trembling but firm. "And I... I won't lose."

I didn't know his story at the time. In the Original Story, he was a special talent—a hidden boss of a side event. He was a boy fighting to protect his sister, a tragic figure that Allen would eventually have to confront because he couldn't overlook the crimes the boy was forced to commit. He was a heartbreaking character, much like Billford Tucker—a classic "sad story" cooked up by the developers.

"Your name?"

"Graph. That's what they call me."

"I see."

『No rules. Match start!』

Graph didn't hold back. He activated his Gift with everything he had. A Black Lump manifested directly above my head—a sphere of localized gravity with a density harder than iron—and came crashing down.

Normally, Graph held back because he didn't want to be a murderer. But the moment he looked at me, he realized he couldn't afford that luxury. The poor boy was absolutely terrified of me.

I caught the sphere with my right hand.

And then, I couldn't help but smile.

Interesting. This is so interesting! I don’t understand the structure. I don’t recognize the Magic Formula.

I didn't counter-attack. Instead, I just watched. I observed his Gift, his magic, over and over. I see. I see it now.

I analyzed the Magic Formula of his Gravity Magic and decoded the entire structure. Satisfied, I let out a little giggle. Fufufu.

Ah, it seems there are still things in this world I have yet to learn.

I was right, of course. In the world of Noblesse, there's a specific mechanic called a Gift that differs from standard magic. It’s a hidden setting, something the world at large doesn't even recognize yet.

And then, to everyone’s shock, I raised my right hand.

"Okay, I surrender!"

"...Why?" Graph asked, blinking in confusion. "Why didn't you attack?"

"Well, I happen to like cute boys. Besides, I don't sense any malice in your Mana."

I turned to leave the arena floor, but as expected, the house wasn't going to let that slide. Sure, surrendering was legal under the rules, but nearly everyone had bet their life savings on me. The crowd was ready to riot.

I had insta-killed every opponent until now, but those were one-on-one matches. Now, I was surrounded. The thugs couldn't forgive me for being "naive" enough to play with my food and then forfeit.

But I was in a great mood. I was humming to myself, and the very instant a guard tried to grab my shoulder, I put my newly acquired Gift to use. I manifested a Black Lump above the head of every single person in the room.

And then, I slammed them down—specifically targeting only the villains.

The Underground Arena never held another match after that day.

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"Eva-san... are you really leaving?"

"I am. And listen, young man, you mustn't do such naughty things anymore."

"But... I needed the money..."

"Why were you here in the first place?"

"...I was sold. My sister is still back in our country. When I suddenly awakened to this Gift... I had to work to pay back the debt."

"Hmm. A common enough tale. Who sold you?"

I live my life guided by curiosity. If I feel something or think something, I say it. And then I act on it.

"It was—"

"I see. Well, I’ll crush them on my way out of town. I’ll also arrange a ship for you, so just go home. I’ll make sure no one follows you."

"Why...? Why would you go that far for me?"

"Who knows? I just felt like it."

There was no deep logic behind my actions. It was just whim and interest. I’m the type of person who could hear that Graph died a few days later and just respond with a bored "Hmm." My helping him now wasn't "kindness"—it was just a thing that was happening.

"Goodbye then. I managed to get a wonderful souvenir out of this."

"Uh... yeah. Goodbye, Eva-san."

Within a single day, I purged every last villain in Youth Town who had been trying to exploit Graph.

While on the ship back to his country, Graph realized that his Gift had completely vanished. But he didn't mind. He was finally free. And once he was reunited with his sister, a massive sum of money arrived from an anonymous sender...

"Now then, I wonder if there’s anything else interesting around here?"

I climbed onto my Magic Staff and soared into the sky, disappearing toward the horizon.

Unpredictable, insatiable curiosity—that is Eva Avery.