Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 115: Ch : Silencing the Person - Part 1

By the time Kyle and Silvy reached the inn, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting the village streets in a dim golden hue.

Queen glided silently ahead of them, landing on the inn's signpost as if it had claimed it as its perch.

The innkeeper looked up from his ledger as Kyle stepped inside.

"Evening. How many nights will you be staying? And how many rooms?"

The innkeeper greeted, wiping his hands on a cloth.

Kyle glanced back at Silvy, then turned to the innkeeper.

"One night. One room."

The man nodded, handed over a key, and offered a polite smile.

Kyle didn't linger—he headed straight up the stairs, the worn wooden boards creaking beneath his steps.

Silvy followed behind, her pace quick and determined.

As soon as Kyle reached the door, he stepped in and shut it firmly behind him—click—locking it in one smooth motion.

Silvy blinked, stared at the door for a moment, then frowned. She raised her fist and banged on it.

"Kyle! Open the door right now, or I swear I'll break it down!"

From within, Kyle sighed.

A few moments later, the housekeeper, hearing the loud banging, poked his head up the stairs.

He took one look at Silvy—hair slightly tousled from the road, cheeks red with anger, her tone high-pitched and intense—and immediately turned around without a word.

He was not paid enough to deal with this.

Kyle, inside the room, could already feel the headache forming. Queen chirped from the window ledge, almost mockingly.

Kyle groaned, opened the door halfway, and stared at Silvy.

"Will you please stop shouting? You're going to get us kicked out."

Silvy crossed her arms.

"I wouldn't have to shout if you didn't lock me out! We're married now, remember? A wife needs to stay in the same room as her husband."

Kyle stared at her flatly.

"We are not married."

"You said you'd take responsibility!"

"I never said that. And I also never agreed to bear any financial support for you. If you want to stay the night, then book your own room."

Silvy huffed.

"Tsk, so you are a stingy man."

Kyle's expression darkened, and for a brief second, the air around him shifted.

Generally, he wouldn't have shown such a reaction, but he was tired. There was also something about this village that was putting his nerves on the edge.

It reminded about the bad times in his past life.

His mana leaked out—quiet, cold, and heavy. The wooden walls creaked in response, and Queen fluffed its feathers as if reacting to the change.

Kyle stepped closer, voice low.

"Do you really mean what you're saying, Silvy?"

Silvy's heart skipped a beat. Her instincts screamed danger, and her breath hitched.

"O-Of course I mean it. I'm just… being responsible."

But her voice wavered, her body tensed. She wasn't ready for whatever it was that Kyle might do if she kept pressing.

She knew it. And Kyle knew she knew it.

With a half-forced smirk, she muttered.

"Fine. I'll… get another room. But I'm only doing this because I'm generous."

Kyle didn't say anything. He simply stepped aside and watched her walk down the hallway.

When she was out of sight, he let out a long, tired sigh and closed the door.

"I swear. That girl's going to give me gray hair. To think I almost got excited and took her up on her offer to sleep together."

He muttered under his breath.

Queen chirped again from the window.

Kyle looked at it.

"No, I wasn't actually tempted. It was a joke. A joke."

Queen tilted its head, clearly not believing a word.

Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Don't give me that look. You know what I meant."

Queen gave a soft flutter of its wings, then turned its back to him, as if done with his excuses.

Kyle dropped onto the bed, arm over his eyes, and mumbled.

"Tomorrow. Let's deal with all this tomorrow. I need to sleep for now."

But even as he said it, he had a sinking feeling in his gut that tomorrow was going to be just as chaotic. If not more.

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Silvy stormed down the stairs with her ears burning and her heart hammering.

Her boots hit each step with a determined thud, startling the few patrons lingering in the common room.

She reached the front desk and fixed the poor innkeeper with an intense look that made him straighten up immediately.

"I need another room. Now."

She said.

The innkeeper, already shaken by the earlier yelling match upstairs, paled. He nodded quickly, fumbling with his keys.

"Y-Yes, of course! Here—room three, second floor!"

Silvy snatched the key, mumbled a quick "thank you," and climbed back up, still grumbling under her breath.

The moment she entered her room, she threw herself face-first onto the bed, groaning into the pillow.

Her heart still hadn't slowed down.

"He's such a tease…Saying things like that, looking at me like that, and then threatening me like some villain."

She mumbled.

She rolled onto her back and stared up at the wooden ceiling. Her face was still hot. She rubbed her cheeks with both hands, willing herself to calm down.

"It's not like I have anything to be embarrassed about. We shared a bed, so he will need to take responsibility for me. I will get Kyle to marry me someday."

She told herself, sitting up.

But a nagging voice in her head whispered.

'He never said he'd marry you.'

Silvy puffed up her cheeks in frustration, buried herself under the covers, and declared.

"It's fine! I'll make him fall for me properly! Just… no more near-death experiences."

But the moment she closed her eyes, her mind betrayed her—bringing back flashes of Kyle's voice, his expression, the weight of his mana…

It was a long night.

The next morning, Silvy trudged out of her room looking worse than she had the night before.

Her hair was a mess, there were dark circles under her eyes, and she blinked like someone barely awake.

She tried to walk down the stairs, but halfway through, her foot slipped—and she felt herself falling forward.

"Ack—!"

Strong hands grabbed her just before she tumbled headfirst down the staircase.

Kyle, having stepped into the hall at just the right moment, held her steady with one arm around her waist.

"Careful. You're still tired. Watch your step."

He said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Silvy's heart skipped a beat.

Again.

And she didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, angry, or grateful. She mumbled something inaudible and quickly straightened up.

Kyle, as usual, didn't seem fazed. He just continued walking toward the front desk.

Silvy followed, sulking a little but telling herself not to make a scene.

'Calm down. He's just helping. That's all. Breathe.'

Kyle was in the middle of settling the bill and making final preparations to leave when the innkeeper leaned forward suddenly.

"I wouldn't recommend leaving today. If you value your life, that is. Best to stay one more night."

he said in a hushed voice, glancing toward the window.

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"And why's that?"

The innkeeper opened his mouth, but before a single word left, he suddenly clutched his throat.

His eyes widened in panic, and he began gasping, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Silvy stepped back in alarm.

"What's happening?!"

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