Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Amanda nodded as she took the assassin from Kyle’s hands, her expression impassive.

"I’ll handle him from here. Don’t worry about it."

Her tone was confident, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.

Kyle gave her a curt nod, uncaring about the intricacies of how she planned to deal with the assassin.

"He’s all yours. Just don’t expect me to clean up the mess."

He said, the words flowing easily.

Amanda shot him a dry smile, her gaze softening slightly.

"I won’t. You’ve done enough already."

She glanced at the unconscious assassin in her grasp, her mind already working on the next steps.

Kyle had handled the situation with remarkable ease, his quick reaction saving her from more unnecessary complications.

Kyle, however, had his attention elsewhere.

"What about the younger one from yesterday? What’s going to happen with him?"

He asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity.

Amanda hesitated for a moment, looking down at the assassin.

"We’re trying to help him. He’s just a child, and the situation he’s found himself in isn’t his fault. It’s... complicated."

The Grand Duchess replied.

She looked back up at Kyle, meeting his eyes, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

Kyle studied her for a long moment.

"If it proves too much for you, then I’d be more than happy to take the child off your hands. I’m sure I can teach him a thing or two about surviving this cruel world."

He said, shrugging nonchalantly,

Amanda’s lips quirked into a small smile.

"It won’t be necessary. I’ve got it covered. But thank you for the offer."

She said softly, shaking her head.

Kyle’s eyes narrowed, sensing the quiet resolve in her tone.

He knew that she wasn’t one to back down easily from anything. If she said she would take care of it, then she would.

"Fine. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

He said, not pressing further on the subject.

A faint flicker of sadness crossed Amanda’s face at the mention of his departure, but she quickly masked it, brushing it off as if it was nothing.

"When do you intend to return to your territory?"

She asked, her voice soft, but there was a hint of something in her eyes—something that spoke volumes.

Kyle paused, his mind already focused on his next steps.

"I’ll leave tomorrow. I have plans for the future. Things to do, people to see. My work here is done for now."

He said.

Amanda nodded, though she couldn’t suppress the feeling of unease that bubbled up.

He would be leaving, and while she understood the reasons behind it, she couldn’t deny that the thought of him going made her feel... something she wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge.

"Well, I’ll miss you. Not that I need to be so melodramatic about it."

She said, her voice quieter now. She quickly added,

Kyle tilted his head slightly, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and something else, something unspoken.

"I’ll be back. And we’ll keep in touch. You won’t be rid of me so easily."

He reassured her, his tone calm and steady.

She smiled, though it was more a mask than a genuine expression.

"Of course. Take care, Kyle."

She replied, even as a small pang of sadness tugged at her heart.

Before she turned to leave, she gave him a small, somewhat shy look.

"Oh, and... since we’re engaged now, I’d prefer if you called me Amanda. It will make things easier for the both of us, considering the public image we need to maintain."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk.

"I suppose that’s fair. I’m Kyle, then. If we’re going to play this game, we might as well get the formalities out of the way."

He said, leaning against the wall casually.

She nodded and turned to leave, but not before one last glance in his direction.

There was a brief, silent understanding between them. Then, with the assassin in tow, Amanda disappeared down the hallway.

Kyle stood there for a moment, contemplating.

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He had been more than willing to indulge her, but it wasn’t like he was going to suddenly become a part of her world.

His mission was clear—his plans for the future were too important to get distracted by anything, even the Grand Duchess.

Kyle pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

As he walked down the corridor, his senses began to pick up on something—an unusual flux of mana. Familiar.

He paused and immediately turned, following the pulse of magic through the winding halls.

When he reached the source, he wasn’t surprised to find the young assassin from the previous day trying to escape.

The boy had knocked out his guard and was attempting to flee, but Kyle was faster.

He swiftly closed the distance between them, grabbing Louri by the arm before the kid could bolt.

"Running again? It’s useless, you know."

Kyle asked, his voice filled with mild amusement.

Louri shot him a glare, trying to twist out of his grip.

"Let me go!"

Kyle didn’t flinch, his grip unyielding.

"What’s your name, kid?"

He asked.

"Louri Shade. And I’d prefer it if you stopped calling me ’kid."

The boy snapped, clearly irritated.

Kyle studied him for a moment, then released him, allowing the boy to stand on his own.

"Louri Shade…What are you doing?"

Kyle repeated.

The young assassin hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"None of your business!"

Louri muttered, attempting to sidestep Kyle and escape again. But the moment he tried, Kyle closed the distance, blocking his path with ease.

Louri scowled, frustration evident in his eyes. "I’m getting out of here. I don’t belong here."

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "You think you’ll get out by running? Not if I have anything to say about it."

Louri glared at him but didn’t move. Kyle wasn’t going to give him any openings—not this time.

Kyle studied Louri, his gaze sharp as he observed the young assassin’s struggle to maintain composure.

"You still intend to take revenge for your parents?"

He asked, his voice cold and probing.

Louri froze, the question cutting deeper than he expected.

For a moment, his expression wavered, and he tried to shift his body in a futile attempt to escape Kyle’s grip. But it was no use.

Kyle’s voice was unwavering, almost detached.

"You can’t keep running forever, Louri. If you want to get stronger, you’ll need to use people around you to your advantage. There’s more power in people than you realize."

Louri’s eyes narrowed, still defiant but struggling to understand Kyle’s words.

"What do you mean?"

"Sympathy is a powerful tool. People let their guard down when they think they can sympathize with you. Use that. Gain their trust. Gather information. That’s how you’ll get what you need."

Kyle continued, his tone sharp but almost casual.

His eyes locked onto Louri’s, steady and calculating.

"If you want revenge, you’ll need more than just anger. You need resources."

Louri clenched his jaw, his thoughts racing.

"Why are you helping me?"

He asked, the question slipping out before he could stop himself.

The weight of it felt heavy, and he immediately regretted it, but he couldn’t take it back.

Kyle’s response was almost indifferent.

"I don’t care about nobles. Much less the corrupt ones. I want power, and I think you could make a good subordinate. If you want to take revenge, you’ll need strength. I’m offering you a way to get it."

He said, his eyes hardening.

Louri’s mind raced as Kyle’s words sank in.

There was something unsettling about the way Kyle spoke—he didn’t feel like any of the greedy or self-righteous nobles Louri had encountered before.

Kyle’s motivations were clear, yet somehow, he felt more dangerous. More honest.