Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 210: Ch : Getting Drunk- Part 2

Chapter 210: Ch 210: Getting Drunk- Part 2

With great effort, Melissa finally guided her young master into his chambers.

He leaned heavily on her, the warmth of his body and the rare vulnerability on his face making her heart beat faster than usual.

It was not often that she saw Kyle like this—unguarded, human.

She helped him onto the bed, careful not to let him fall too quickly. Kyle mumbled something incoherent as his head touched the pillow, his brows relaxing slightly.

Melissa exhaled deeply, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

“There. All done. Good night, young master.”

She whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.

She turned to leave, her limbs heavy from the strain of supporting him all the way here.

Just as her fingers touched the door handle, she felt a sudden tug on her wrist.

She froze, slowly turning back to see Kyle’s hand wrapped around her wrist in a loose grip, his eyes still closed but his hold undeniably firm.

“M-Master?”

She stammered, voice trembling.

He didn’t answer—just mumbled something again, unintelligible but almost pleading.

Melissa’s breath caught in her throat. She knew she should gently remove his hand and walk away. This wasn’t right. He was drunk, and she was supposed to be his loyal subordinate.

“Let go…”

She whispered, but even as the words came out, they lacked conviction.

Her heart ached as she stood there, torn between duty and desire. She knew this moment wouldn’t come again.

Kyle, vulnerable and needing someone, was something she might never get to witness twice.

Her brain screamed that it was a terrible idea—but her heart… her heart whispered that this was a precious, fleeting chance.

Just for a little while, she promised herself. Just long enough to feel close to him.

With trembling steps, Melissa climbed onto the bed, carefully lying down beside her young master.

She kept a respectful distance, barely touching him, yet close enough to hear his breathing. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, and her cheeks were flushed with heat.

“I’m sorry. Just a little while… then I’ll go…”

She murmured.

But the exhaustion of the long day caught up to her. Her eyes grew heavier with each passing second, and before she realized it, sleep claimed her.

Far from Kyle’s peaceful village, the Grand Duchess Amanda’s entourage cut through the night, traveling swiftly through the wooded roadways toward Kyle’s territory.

She sat inside her luxurious but heavily modified carriage, draped in travel leathers and a thick cloak.

Even as her noble blood dictated grace and dignity, she was no stranger to danger.

Suddenly, one of her guards raced alongside the carriage, banging the side with urgency.

The carriage halted, and the Duchess stepped out, her sharp eyes meeting the panicked face of the scout.

“What is it?”

She asked calmly.

“My lady, we spotted two figures up ahead—traveling fast. I didn’t get a good look, but… their presence… it was suffocating. Not human.”

The scout gasped,

All around her, maids and attendants burst into murmurs of fear.

“Enemy scouts? Ambush?”

One maid asked, her voice rising with panic.

“They’ll kill us all! Or worse, capture us for ransom!”

“Our head knight isn’t here!”

“We’re doomed!”

The Grand Duchess raised a hand, and silence fell instantly. Her expression remained composed, but her gaze turned toward the path ahead with a flicker of calculation.

“You said there were two?”

She asked the scout again.

He nodded.

“Yes, my lady. Two, but their aura… it was overwhelming. I’ve never felt such fear from so far away.”

Amanda frowned. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong. These weren’t just regular scouts. Whatever—or whoever—they were, they were trouble.

“Then we’ll do the only thing that ensures survival. We split into smaller groups. Everyone moves in separate directions. Take different paths toward Kyle Armstrong’s village. Avoid open roads.”

She said, her voice ironclad.

“My lady! You can’t mean to go alone!”

One of her aides cried.

Amanda turned toward them, her eyes sharp and commanding.

“If I’m with you, they’ll target this group. You’re all more valuable scattered. I’ll go alone and meet you all at the village once it’s safe.”

“We can’t leave you unprotected!”

“This is not a request. It is an order.”

Amanda said.

Though her voice never rose, the weight of her authority silenced them all.

The guards and maids bowed reluctantly, tears and fear in their eyes. Amanda smiled faintly, adjusting the hood of her cloak.

“I trust you all. And I know Kyle. He will have the strength to help us once I arrive.”

Without another word, she mounted a lone horse and took off into the night, her silhouette disappearing into the darkness like a shadow.

As the caravan scattered and Amanda rode alone, a quiet confidence lit her eyes.

Whatever this new threat was—it would not stop her from reaching Kyle.

The Grand Duchess rode in silence beneath the moonlit sky, the wind whispering through the trees as her steed galloped steadily forward.

For a while, there was only the sound of hooves striking earth—but soon, she felt it.

Two foreign mana signatures, faint but persistent, trailing her like shadows.

Her grip on the reins tightened.

After a few more strides, she reined in her horse and brought it to a halt.

Dismounting gracefully, she drew her blade in one smooth motion and turned, her cloak billowing behind her like a curtain of midnight.

“Come out,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “I’m tired of being stalked by cowards in the dark.”

A beat of silence.

Then, from the tree line, two figures emerged.

The Grand Duchess’s eyes narrowed at the sight of them—tall, otherworldly beings with snow-white hair, pale skin devoid of warmth, and blank white pupils.

The resemblance was immediate and chilling. They looked just like the saintess Kyle had described.

One of them smirked mockingly, tilting its head as if amused by her reaction.

“You’re not human…What are you?”

Amanda muttered, sword raised.

They did not answer.

Instead, a wave of mana surged from them—cold, oppressive, and unnatural.

A translucent dome shimmered into existence around her, cutting off the air and sealing her in.

The moment she sensed the barrier forming, Amanda struck at it with her blade, but it held fast, humming ominously.

“Tch…”

Before she could analyze the enchantment, both enemies moved.

They struck like lightning—silent, merciless, and perfectly synchronized.

Amanda’s blade flashed as she parried the first blow, her feet skidding on the dirt.

The force behind the attack was monstrous, far beyond what she expected. The second opponent was already behind her, its blade slicing through the air.

With a twist, Amanda ducked and countered, her movements honed from years of battle.

But even as her sword connected, the attacker didn’t bleed—it barely reacted.

“What the hell are they…?”

She questioned with a growl, her breath coming fast.

The pale figures continued to press her, blows raining from every direction.

Her mana surged as she reinforced her body and struck back with everything she had, but for every hit she landed, they seemed to recover instantly, as if pain meant nothing to them.

Within the barrier, alone and outnumbered, Amanda gritted her teeth.

She had no choice but to hold out—and pray that she would be able to break free.