Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 113: Ch : Take Responsibility - Part 1

Duke Armstrong sat in his grand office, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows behind him.

His fingers held a familiar letter, its wax seal broken and contents already read through more than once. Yet he read it again, eyes tracing each word with an unreadable expression.

A soft knock sounded, followed by the quiet entrance of his ever-loyal aide.

The man bowed once before approaching the Duke's desk.

"My Lord, your monthly report is complete and ready for review."

The aide said, placing a thick folder neatly on the corner of the desk.

The Duke didn't even glance at it. He waved a hand dismissively.

"Leave it there."

The aide hesitated, then tilted his head. His gaze briefly shifted to the letter the Duke was still holding.

A rare sight.

Curiosity overcame better judgment.

"If I may ask… who wrote the letter?"

The Duke paused. For a long moment, the aide thought he wouldn't answer.

But then the Duke's lips curled ever so slightly, not in a smile, but in something distant and thoughtful.

"My failure of a son."

He said.

The aide blinked in surprise.

That tone—it wasn't cold or cruel like it usually was when Kyle was mentioned. No disdain.

Instead, there was something strange behind the words: curiosity, perhaps even a hint of pride.

The aide was baffled.

For years, Kyle had been deemed a disappointment by the Duke, both publicly and privately. He was often ignored or criticized.

What had changed?

He knew better than to ask.

So he coughed politely instead and shifted the topic.

"My Lord, there have been… rumors. About the experiment."

The Duke looked up, brows raised.

"The preliminary results indicate partial success. We will need to fine-tune the mana circulation and host compatibility. But overall, we're ready for the second stage."

The aide said carefully.

The Duke folded the letter and set it aside with care.

"Then proceed. But this time, make absolutely sure no one finds out before it's over."

He said.

The aide swallowed hard. That calm voice carried weight. A warning, sharp and deadly beneath the surface.

"Yes, my Lord. I'll personally oversee everything. We won't be discovered again."

He said quickly.

Satisfied, the Duke gave a small nod.

The aide bowed once more before quietly exiting the office, his heart still racing from the exchange.

The Duke's gaze returned to the letter, and a rare chuckle escaped him.

"Well, Kyle. What else should I test you on, I wonder?"

He murmured, tapping the folded letter against his fingers.

There was no answer, of course. Only the silence of the office and the weight of a father's sudden, sharpened interest.

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Elsewhere, Kyle was dead asleep.

His body was beyond sore, his mind heavy from everything that had happened.

He lay collapsed on the bed, next to Silvy, who hadn't stirred since he carried her back.

But his brief peace shattered when he felt a strange force shoving him.

His eyes shot open just in time to realize he was being pushed off the bed.

Reflexes kicked in, and he reached out to grab whatever—or whoever—was closest.

In the next instant, both he and Silvy were tumbling off the side.

Thud.

The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through his bones. He groaned, rubbing his forehead as a dull headache began to build.

He didn't have time for this.

Silvy, still tangled in sheets, blinked groggily and looked around as if unsure of what just happened.

She didn't seem to care about Kyle's state—or the fact that he had just saved her from falling harder.

Kyle exhaled slowly, trying to summon whatever remaining patience he had left.

"Really? This is what I get for saving your life?"

He muttered, glaring at her half-awake form.

Silvy blinked at him again, utterly unbothered, and then buried her face into the blankets on the floor.

Kyle stared at her, then sighed and let his head fall back against the cool floorboards.

Just once… just once he wanted a proper rest.

Above them, perched on the windowsill, Queen watched the scene with tilted head. Its sharp eyes flicked from Kyle to Silvy, then back again.

There was no telling when Queen had returned, but Queen sure seemed to be in a mood to cause trouble for Kyle at the moment.

After a moment of stillness, it ruffled its feathers and let out a short, unimpressed screech.

Kyle groaned again.

"Not you too."

Silvy blinked awake, her head still heavy and her limbs weak. Her vision blurred for a second, then focused on the wooden ceiling above.

She groaned softly, then turned her head—

Kyle was beside her.

They were both on the floor. The sheets were tangled around them. The bed looked empty but obviously slept in.

Silvy's sleepy mind pieced the image together.

Her ears turned red.

She sat up quickly and stared at Kyle, who was rubbing his forehead as if he had the weight of the world pressing down on it.

"Wait… Did we… sleep together last night?"

She asked, her voice a little too loud for the calm morning air.

Kyle gave her a look. A tired, slightly irritated look.

"Yes, we slept in the same bed. Nothing happened. Don't make this into a big deal."

He said flatly.

His voice clearly said drop it—but Silvy didn't.

She gasped, going completely red.

"That's the same thing! My purity—my honor—it's been compromised!"

She cried.

Kyle paused. His headache grew.

"What?"

"I-I mean, you shared a bed with me! That's the same as saying we're married now! I need you to take responsibility!"

Silvy declared, holding the sheet up to her chest like some kind of flimsy armor.

That snapped Kyle fully awake. He sat up straight, his eyes wide.

"I—no. Absolutely not. First off, I'm engaged. Second, nothing happened. We were both half-dead and unconscious!"

"But Elf culture—!"

Silvy started.

Kyle cut her off with a groan and a raised hand.

"I don't care what Elf culture says. You were exhausted. I was exhausted. I dumped you on the bed and collapsed. End of story."

Silvy stood up now, clutching the blanket around herself.

"You shared a bed with me. In my homeland, a pair can only do that after a sacred vow to have kids. You've made me impure, Kyle. And I expect to be treated with the respect due to your wife."

She said again, slower this time, like she was explaining something to a stubborn child.

Kyle's eye twitched. He realised that Silvy was mixing up sex with sleeping on the same bed.

"Silvy, do you hear yourself?""

He said, standing up too.

"I do!"

She said, crossing her arms and raising her chin.

"Well, I'm not listening to this nonsense. You're mistaken. That's not what sharing a bed means. It wasn't some romantic situation—it was survival."

Kyle snapped.

"You're avoiding responsibility!"

Silvy accused, now following him as he stormed toward the door.

Kyle didn't stop walking.

"I'm avoiding a conversation that's not based on facts."

Behind them, Queen flapped down from the windowsill and watched the scene with mild interest. Its head tilted left, then right, as it tracked the pair.

Kyle glanced back once and muttered.

"Don't you dare laugh."

Queen let out a soft squawk, which definitely sounded amused.

'Fuck! I am so done with this shit. I don't want to deal with this anymore.'

With that last thought, Kyle quickly took his leave and he left a dumbfounded Silvy behind.