Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 184: Ch : The Purpose- Part 3

Chapter 184: Ch 184: The Purpose- Part 3

The evening sun bled orange into the sky as Kyle stood before the gathered villagers, his hands calmly clasped behind his back.

The tension from earlier had settled somewhat, but concern still lingered in the faces of the people before him.

“I’ll be leaving with Lady Rose tomorrow. It’s a temporary departure. While I’m gone, Bruce will be in charge.”

Kyle said, his voice clear, steady.

A ripple of unease ran through the crowd. Some villagers exchanged wary glances; others frowned outright.

Their worry was not about Bruce’s competence—they trusted him well enough—but rather about Kyle leaving with her.

Kyle caught the shift in mood immediately and offered a small smile.

“I know you’re concerned, but I’m not leaving to entertain noble tempers. I plan to bring back more trained soldiers. We need them if we’re to hold our ground here. The army is large, and we can use it to our benefit.”

He added,

Whispers started to rise among the villagers.

They understood the implication.

Kyle’s trip was not a favor to Lady Rose—it was a calculated move to poach soldiers from her father’s forces and strengthen their own ranks.

The realization sparked a complete change in atmosphere.

Suddenly, Lady Rose wasn’t an unwanted presence—they now saw her as a valuable key in their leader’s larger plan.

Smiles bloomed. Nods passed around like wildfire.

A few even chuckled quietly, shooting amused looks toward the house where Lady Rose currently sulked in her temporary room.

Later that evening, dinner passed without incident.

The villagers were polite, almost overly so, and for the first time since her arrival, Lady Rose felt… welcomed. Still, it wasn’t comforting.

After the meal, Kyle approached her as she sat alone at the edge of the common hall, sipping warm water in silence.

“We leave at first light tomorrow. Just the two of us.””

He said.

Lady Rose looked up, lips curling into a smug smile.

“About time you remembered who’s worth your attention.”

Kyle didn’t rise to the bait. He gave a short nod and turned to leave.

But something in the air made Rose pause.

All around her, the villagers seemed oddly cheerful.

Their eyes no longer burned with dislike or suspicion. Instead, they glowed with forced hospitality, the kind reserved for foreign dignitaries or unknowing pawns.

Her smile faltered.

When she retired for the night, she couldn’t shake the strange sense of calm in the air. Her instincts, dulled though they were from exhaustion, whispered that something was off.

Morning came with a golden sunrise and the scent of fresh bread wafting in from the kitchens.

When Lady Rose emerged, dressed in crisp travel clothes, she was greeted not by cold shoulders and scornful glares—but by a crowd of smiling villagers lined up to see her and Kyle off.

Someone even offered her a sweet pastry, warm and fragrant. Another offered to help with her bags. Children waved from rooftops.

Lady Rose blinked. It was as if the chaos of yesterday—the yelling, the glares, the almost-lethal arrow—had never happened.

She leaned toward Kyle as they stepped into the cart waiting for them at the gates.

“This is… odd. They’re acting like I’m their beloved guest. What game are you playing?”

She said quietly.

Kyle glanced at her from the corner of his eye and replied smoothly.

“They’re just being polite.”

“Polite? They wanted to string me up yesterday. I don’t trust this sudden affection. Something’s going on.”

Rose muttered, her gaze scanning the crowd that had gathered to send them off.

Kyle shrugged.

“If something was going on, don’t you think you’d already be dead?”

She frowned at his tone—too casual, too dismissive.

“And yet I’m still breathing. Which tells me that whatever they’re planning, it’s not finished yet.”

She said.

Kyle leaned back against the cart’s wooden frame, unbothered.

“Maybe they’ve simply come to appreciate the bigger picture.”

Rose narrowed her eyes.

“Or maybe they think they won’t have to deal with me much longer.”

Kyle chuckled but said nothing.

As the cart pulled away and the village slowly vanished behind them, Lady Rose sat back, arms folded, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The kindness had come too quickly. Too easily. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Whatever Kyle’s intentions were, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that these people had suddenly fallen in love with her personality.

Something was happening beneath the surface—and she would figure it out.

Because if there was one thing Lady Rose Adam hated more than mud on her dress, it was being used.

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The early morning breeze carried a crispness that hinted at a change in season as the cart carrying Kyle and Lady Rose rolled down the dirt road, leaving the village behind.

The once-lively crowd that had seen them off faded into memory, and a cautious silence settled between the two passengers.

The woods passed by in quiet rustle, broken only by the creak of the wheels and the steady clop of hooves.

Lady Rose broke the silence first.

“I should warn you. My father doesn’t like you.”

She said, arms crossed and chin held high.

Kyle gave her a sidelong glance.

“That’s hardly news.”

“He’s a hard-headed man. He doesn’t trust strangers, especially those who act too clever for their own good. And he definitely doesn’t approve of people who rise too quickly without the right pedigree.”

She continued, ignoring the comment.

Kyle smirked faintly.

“Sounds like a wonderful man.”

“I’m being serious. If you want anything from him—support, soldiers, even a place at his table—you’ll have to let me handle it. I know how to speak to him.”

Her tone sharpened.

Kyle studied her for a moment, then gave a calm nod.

“Fine. I’ll let you do the talking.”

She seemed momentarily surprised by his easy compliance, but quickly masked it with her usual haughty expression.

What she didn’t realize was that Kyle had already formed a backup plan.

If Baron Adam refused him, he would simply approach the soldiers directly. Not all men were loyal to their lords—especially if they saw better prospects elsewhere.

By late afternoon, the estate finally came into view.

The Baron’s ancestral seat loomed ahead—stone walls, iron gates, guards in livery, and a banner bearing the Adam crest fluttering in the wind.

The carriage rolled up to the main gate, and the moment Lady Rose stepped out, the guards moved with haste.

She whispered something to one of them, and within moments, they were allowed through without question.

Kyle followed her silently, noting every guard’s posture, every servant’s hurried glance, every strategic vantage point around the estate.

If things went poorly, he needed to know how to get in and out without risking his neck.

They were escorted to the main building, and from there, straight to the upper halls.

“This is my father’s office. Wait here. I’ll speak to him first.”

Rose said, pausing before the heavy oak doors.

Without waiting for his response, she entered, closing the door behind her.

Kyle waited quietly outside, arms crossed. The conversation inside was muffled but clearly tense—Rose’s voice rose and fell, curt and quick.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Rose stepped out, her expression tight but composed.

“He’ll see you. Come in. Quickly.”

She said, stepping aside.

Kyle gave her a slow nod and walked past her into the lion’s den, his mind already counting the number of soldiers he’d seen so far—and which ones might be open to better offers.