Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 151 - Ch 151 An Offer to not Refuse - Part 1

151: Ch 151: An Offer to not Refuse – Part 1

151: Ch 151: An Offer to not Refuse – Part 1

After Kyle defeated Garret, not many of the other elites dared to step forward.

They understood clearly now—Kyle was out of their league.

There was no point in challenging him.

Instead, they turned to each other and began sparring among themselves to prove their worth.

One by one, after settling their own matches, the elites came back and accepted the contract Kyle offered.

They signed their names without hesitation.

Once the papers were signed, a few of the older mercenaries approached Kyle.

One of them, a burly man with scars across his arms, spoke up.

“Your offer is too good, my lord.

Why are you doing this?

Men like us don’t expect good treatment.”

Kyle stood calmly, hands behind his back.

“Because loyalty is hard to find.

And when you find it, there’s no price too high to pay.”

He said simply.

The men looked at each other, surprised by his answer.

Kyle continued, his voice steady.

“With war on the horizon, I want my people to fight without fear.

If you know your family is safe and your needs are cared for, you can focus on surviving and winning.”

The elites fell silent.

They had worked for many lords and kings, but none had ever spoken to them like this.

None had treated them as anything more than disposable weapons.

One by one, they bowed their heads in respect.

Deep within their cores, their mana waves shifted slightly, a subtle but powerful change that only someone like Kyle could sense.

It was a silent oath, a vow of loyalty that went beyond words.

Kyle felt the change and gave a small nod to himself.

He had made the right choice.

Bringing these people in and spending money on them would be worth it.

They were not just fighters now—they were his people.

Once everything was sorted, Kyle turned to Bruce.

“Take them to the temporary shelters.

Tomorrow, they’ll start building their own homes.

It’ll be hard work for a week.

Good for stamina and endurance.”

Kyle ordered.

Bruce saluted with a smile.

“Understood, my lord.”

Melissa stood straight beside Bruce, ready to help organize the new arrivals.

Queen circled above, silent as ever, its sharp eyes sweeping over the gathering mercenaries.

Kyle watched them leave, feeling satisfied.

Things were settling into place quickly.

The next morning, training began.

Kyle led the elite squad out for hunting trips in the nearby forest, both to gather meat and to keep their skills sharp.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Melissa stayed behind to oversee the hard labor.

Mercenaries and farmers worked side by side, digging, cutting wood, and building structures.

Day by day, the small village grew stronger.

A few days passed like this, with everyone busy from sunrise to sunset.

Then, one morning, as Kyle was reviewing reports, Melissa rushed into his office.

“My lord!

A small group is approaching from the east.

They’re carrying noble banners.”

She said quickly.

Kyle stood up at once.

“Banners?”

Melissa nodded, a little out of breath.

“Big flags.

They’re making it very clear they come in peace.”

Kyle set the papers aside and grabbed his coat.

“Good.

Gather Bruce and the elites.

We’ll meet them properly.”

“Yes, my lord!”

Melissa bowed and ran out.

Outside, Queen flapped its wings and soared high into the sky, keeping a close watch on the approaching group.

Kyle stepped out into the sunlight, feeling the steady pulse of the growing village behind him.

A new visitor meant new opportunities—or new problems.

Either way, Kyle was ready.

Kyle glanced at Melissa and said calmly.

“I’ll go meet them myself.

You stay here and prepare a place where we can host the guests.”

Melissa nodded right away.

“Understood, my lord.”

Bruce, standing nearby, scratched his head.

“Another thing to add to the list of things we need to prepare.”

He muttered.

Kyle chuckled lightly.

“It’s not a priority.

People come first.

Once the village is stable, we can worry about ceremonies and fancy receptions.”

Bruce grinned.

“Right.

I’ll get things moving, young master.”

With that settled, Kyle made his way toward the village entrance alone.

Queen circled lazily in the sky above, keeping watch as always.

The dirt road stretched out in front of him, and soon, the approaching group came into view.

They wore fine cloaks and rode decent horses.

The flags they carried flapped in the light breeze, showing noble crests Kyle didn’t immediately recognize.

Dust rose behind them as they slowed to a stop a few feet from where Kyle stood waiting.

There were about a dozen people.

At the center of the group, a young woman pulled back the hood of her cloak with a swift, dramatic movement.

Her golden hair spilled out, and a proud, almost haughty expression crossed her face.

It was Lady Rose Adam.

Her eyes swept over Kyle and the empty road behind him.

No musicians.

No soldiers lined up.

No grand welcome at all.

She looked clearly displeased.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she spoke.

“Your welcoming ceremony is rather…

lacking.”

Kyle remained calm, his face showing no emotion.

He looked her straight in the eyes.

“You’re welcome to turn around and head back if you feel my territory is lacking.”

Rose’s eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting such a blunt reply.

She bit her lip, frustrated.

The other nobles behind her shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to react.

Rose took a breath and quickly composed herself.

She straightened her back and smiled, though it looked a little forced.

“I’ve come with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you.”

She said, trying to regain her momentum.

Kyle said nothing for a moment.

He let her words hang in the air while studying her.

Queen drifted lower in the sky, watching the group closely.

Rose seemed to take his silence as a sign to continue.

She flicked her cloak back and gave a small, arrogant nod toward her companions.

“I come with an offer from my father.

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A chance to prove yourself, young lord.”

She declared.

Kyle tilted his head slightly.

“And what exactly is this opportunity?”

Rose smiled, clearly pleased to finally take the lead in the conversation.

“You will be given command of my father’s army, stationed on the front lines.

You’ll have full control.”

Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He understood immediately—this was not an opportunity.

It was an attempt to send him into danger.

Still, he didn’t let his feelings show.

He kept his voice even.

“That’s a generous offer.

But I wonder why your father would trust a young, untested lord with such an important task?”

He said lightly.

Rose’s smile tightened.

“Of course, you’ll be under supervision.

For your protection…

and ours.”

Kyle hid his amusement.

Supervision meant they didn’t trust him.

They wanted someone to blame if things went wrong.

Behind Rose, some of the other nobles whispered among themselves, watching Kyle closely to see how he would react.

Kyle took a slow breath and smiled just enough to seem polite.

“It’s an honor to be considered.

But let’s not rush.

You’ve traveled a long way.

Let’s get you and your people settled first.”

Rose hesitated, clearly wanting to push further, but in the end, she nodded.

“Very well.”

Kyle stepped aside and gestured down the road.

“Follow me.”

The group started moving again, following Kyle into the village.

Queen circled above, its shadow passing over the guests as they entered.

Kyle walked at a steady pace, leading them past the fields where villagers and mercenaries worked together.

New homes were being built, and the smell of fresh wood filled the air.

It wasn’t grand or polished yet, but it was alive and growing.

As they approached the center of the village, Melissa and Bruce were already waiting, having quickly prepared a simple but clean reception area.

Kyle didn’t miss the way some of the visiting nobles wrinkled their noses at the sight of the rough buildings and dirt paths.

But he also saw a few of them eyeing the organized work and strong workers with cautious respect.

He said nothing, letting them see with their own eyes what he was building.

This wasn’t some pampered noble’s manor.

This was a place of strength.

And Kyle intended to keep it that way.