Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 105: Ch : A Dangerous Plan - Part 1

The morning sun was barely peeking through the clouds when Kyle stepped out of his inn.

A dull ache settled behind his eyes, remnants of a restless night and an overtaxed body.

His steps were even, but his posture was stiff, and the dark circles beneath his eyes didn't go unnoticed by the person waiting near the fountain plaza.

Silvy stood with her arms crossed and her hood drawn up, looking as disinterested as always. But the moment her eyes landed on Kyle, she frowned.

"You look like you didn't sleep a wink. You alright?"

She said, stepping toward him.

Kyle stopped beside her and tilted his head toward the sky, letting the morning breeze wash over his face before responding.

"I just found out something shocking last night. But you don't need to worry about it."

He said evenly.

Silvy's frown deepened. That was not a comforting answer.

She opened her mouth to press him, but caught herself.

No.

That would just drag her further into whatever madness Kyle was getting himself involved in.

And judging by his expression—calm on the surface, but with that ever-present sharpness in his eyes—she had a feeling she didn't want to know.

She shifted her weight, trying to dismiss the tension in her shoulders.

"As long as it won't get me killed, I guess I don't care."

She muttered.

Kyle turned to look at her, and that was when she noticed it—his gaze was focused, studying her far more intently than usual.

"What?"

She asked, wary.

"How much power can you shoot out if you go all out?"

He asked.

Silvy blinked.

"What kind of question is that?"

Kyle didn't answer. He just watched her silently, waiting.

Silvy took a step back.

"I don't know how to shoot. I've never tried."

She said quickly.

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"I can tell you're hiding it. You're masking your power well, but not well enough to fool someone like me."

Silvy's heart skipped a beat.

'He knew.'

She stared at him, uncertain, and Kyle continued, voice still calm.

"I respect your reasons. Whatever you're hiding, it's your business. But I need help."

"No."

The word was out of her mouth before she could think.

"I haven't even told you what I want."

Kyle replied.

"You don't need to. That look on your face? That's the look of someone about to drag me into something dangerous, and I want no part of it."

Kyle reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small pouch. The sound of clinking coins echoed faintly. He held it out.

"1,000 gold coins."

Silvy froze.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes flickered to the pouch, wide with disbelief.

She had been expecting… maybe a hundred. Two hundred at most.

But a thousand?

That much money could pay off all her debts and buy her a way out of the web she'd entangled herself in. She could finally leave this wretched village behind. Start over.

Her hands twitched by her sides. She didn't reach for the pouch—but she didn't walk away, either.

"That's too much money."

She said softly.

"It's how much my life is worth it."

Kyle answered.

Silvy swallowed hard. Her mind was racing.

'Why would he offer so much? What exactly does he want from me? This all sounds too uncertain.'

She eyed him, suspicion warring with temptation.

"I don't trust you."

She said,

Kyle gave a faint shrug.

"You don't have to. Just take the job."

Her eyes narrowed. "And what exactly is the job?"

Kyle's lips curved faintly, not quite a smile.

"I'll tell you once you agree. Let's just say, I just need you to shoot an arrow at my opponent once when it looks like I'm in danger."

Silvy stared at the pouch of gold in Kyle's hand, her thoughts running wild.

That much money could change everything. Her debts, her obligations, her future—it could all be wiped clean in an instant.

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She wouldn't have to keep scraping by. She wouldn't have to keep lying, cheating, and manipulating to survive.

But her instincts, honed through years of dangerous dealings and broken promises, screamed at her not to take it.

She clenched her fists.

"No. I'm not taking the job."

She said finally, her voice quieter than she expected.

Kyle didn't flinch. He didn't look surprised. He just nodded once and put the pouch back into his coat.

"Alright."

He said.

Silvy blinked. She had been bracing herself for another offer, for persuasion, maybe even manipulation. Anything but this.

"You're not going to ask me again?"

She asked, suspicious.

Kyle glanced at her with unreadable eyes.

"No. I can tell when someone's not interested."

He turned slightly, letting his gaze roam the village square.

"I'm not in the habit of getting rejected twice in a row. I'll keep the question to myself next time."

There was no bitterness in his voice. No anger. Just matter-of-fact detachment.

Silvy let out a breath, partly relieved—but her heart clenched in a strange way.

Why did she feel disappointed?

She had done the right thing. She'd trusted her instincts, stayed out of trouble. But even as she reminded herself of that, a quiet emptiness crept in.

'Why do I feel like I just missed something important?'

She wondered.

The next hour dragged on painfully.

Silvy found herself getting distracted, making small mistakes as she guided Kyle through the morning markets and plaza routes.

She forgot which shopkeepers owed her favors. She nearly bumped into a guard she usually avoided.

Her mind wasn't in the right place.

Kyle noticed, of course. He always did.

"Why don't you take a break? I'll look around the village by myself for a bit."

He said after a while.

Silvy looked up, startled.

"You sure?"

He gave her a small nod.

"I'll be fine."

She hesitated, but then slowly nodded.

"Alright. I'll find you later."

She walked to the edge of the plaza, sat down on a low stone wall, and leaned back against the sun-warmed surface.

For a moment, she allowed herself to rest, to close her eyes and breathe deeply.

But just as she was beginning to relax, her body tensed.

She felt it—mana. Not just ordinary mana, but something far thicker, denser.

It pulsed through the air like a wave, growing stronger by the second. Her breath caught in her throat.

She could feel it swirling, concentrating, converting into something far more dangerous.

Divine energy.

Her eyes flew open. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage. It was too much, too fast—she clutched at her chest, trying to calm it down, to stop the panic rising inside her.

The world tilted.

Sweat formed on her brow as she doubled over, struggling to breathe. The divine energy in the air made her feel like she was drowning—like something bigger, something ancient, had noticed her.

'Why is this happening now? Why here? Why today?'

She thought frantically.

The warmth of the sun, once comforting, now felt oppressive. Like it was watching her.

She gasped and sat up straight, her hands gripping the stone beneath her as she panted heavily. People walked past her, unaware of the storm of fear that had taken hold of her.

'What is going on in this village?