Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 208: Ch : Falling for Him- Part 3

Chapter 208: Ch 208: Falling for Him- Part 3

Kyle left Sasha to her work, her grumbling fading into the background as he walked back toward the village’s main building—his office.

The air was thick with energy; a mixture of mana from the ruins Sasha had started to lay down and the hum of activity from the villagers as they moved with purpose.

Bruce was already waiting at the door, posture straight and eyes sharp as always.

“Report.”

Kyle said, brushing off dust from his cloak as he entered.

Bruce followed him in and closed the door behind them.

“Everything went smoothly in your absence, young master. The villagers have taken to their new roles well. In fact, the learning rate of the first batch was so fast that we’ve already started training the second group.”

Kyle raised a brow, settling down in his chair.

“And the harvest?”

“Nearly upon us. The crops are thriving. The irrigation improvements and seed modifications are working wonders. We’re expecting a yield double what was predicted at the start of the season.”

Bruce replied with a nod. It seemed as if everything was working as intended. But Kyle had a feeling that Bruce was hiding information from him.

Kyle nodded slowly, but his gaze didn’t leave Bruce’s face.

“And?”

Bruce blinked.

“And?”

“Stop hiding information and tell me everything.”

Kyle said flatly.

Bruce scratched the back of his head and sighed.

“I keep forgetting I can’t get anything past you, young Master. But be assured that it is not intentional this time…mostly.”

Kyle leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“You’re starting to act like that old butler back home. What was his name again? Always thought I’d break if I breathed too hard.”

“I would never! have far too much respect for you to treat you like you’re made of glass. It’s just—well, I suppose it’s a habit. Old instincts die hard.”

Bruce straightened, affronted.

Kyle tilted his head, amused.

“So? What happened?”

Bruce cleared his throat and took out a sealed letter from inside his coat.

“This came while you were away. It’s from Duchess Amanda. She wishes to visit.”

Kyle’s amusement vanished in an instant.

“Visit? This backwater area?”

He repeated.

Bruce handed the letter over and took a step back.

“Formally, it’s a request for guidance and counsel. She wants to meet with you here. I’ve already started the necessary preparations to receive her properly.”

Kyle broke the wax seal and unfolded the parchment. As Bruce said, the letter was courteous, composed, and strictly formal. Amanda had always been precise in her wording—too precise, really.

He read the lines carefully, parsing each phrase.

‘Requesting your presence and counsel on matters of strategy and settlement… seeking your wisdom and guidance in unfamiliar terrain…’

On the surface, it was nothing more than a respectful gesture from a fiancée to her intended, recognizing his growing influence and inviting his advice.

But Kyle knew Amanda.

She didn’t travel anywhere without reason, and she certainly wouldn’t make a journey this far for casual talk.

“She’s coming for something else,”

He murmured.

Bruce looked uneasy.

“You think it’s a trap?”

Kyle shook his head.

“No. If it were, she wouldn’t come herself. It’s something else. Something political—or personal.”

He folded the letter and slid it into a drawer.

“Either way, we treat her visit with all due formality. Prepare quarters, alert the security team, and make sure the village looks… presentable. No messes.”

“Understood.”

“And Bruce, have someone keep an eye on her during her visit. As much as I trust these people, there are too many people in our village. We can never know when things might get sour between the people here and Duchess Amanda. I am afraid someone might get hurt as a result.”

Kyle added, voice quieter.

Bruce hesitated, then gave a sharp nod.

“As you wish.”

Kyle turned his chair to the side and looked out the window. In the distance, he could faintly see Sasha’s figure, already sketching out her work on the far edge of the village.

A duchess was coming. The political tides were shifting. And with each new person stepping into his life—Rachael, Sasha, Amanda—the weight of his future only grew heavier.

He didn’t say anything more.

But in his mind, the pieces were already moving.

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By evening, the entire village was buzzing with the same topic—the young lord’s fiancée was coming.

No matter where one turned, it was all people could talk about. Farmers discussed whether the fields were neat enough.

Cooks gossiped over stew pots about what a noble lady might eat. The children practiced exaggerated bows and curtsies, and even the animals seemed to stand a little straighter.

Naturally, the news reached Sasha and Rachael too.

Rachael had been practicing mana channeling when a pair of passing girls gushed about the “graceful and noble lady” coming to visit Lord Kyle.

Her hand slipped, and the mana crystal in her grasp cracked.

Later, as she and Sasha prepared for dinner, Rachael nervously asked.

“Master… what should I do?”

Sasha raised a brow.

“About what?”

“You know! About… her. The duchess.”

Rachael’s voice pitched higher than she liked.

Sasha smirked, combing through Rachael’s tangled hair with practiced ease.

“The only thing you can do is get ready. Show him you’re better than some noblewoman raised in velvet. But to do that, you need to look the part.”

Rachael flinched.

“But I don’t feel ready.”

“You’ll never feel ready. And if you wait for that moment, it’ll pass you by before you realize it.”

Sasha said flatly.

Dinner was held in the village’s growing common hall—a cozy structure lined with long tables and warm lighting.

A fire crackled in the hearth, and laughter rose from every corner.

Rachael and Sasha sat near the center, surrounded by villagers passing bread, roasted meats, and gossip as though they were one and the same.

Then the door opened.

The room erupted in cheers as Kyle entered, flanked by Bruce and Melissa. The villagers raised their cups, some already drunk with celebration. frёeωebɳovel.com

“To the young lord!”

“To the future lady of the village!”

“To his noble match!”

The noise was deafening. Rachael swallowed hard.

Melissa, clearly uncomfortable with the attention, snapped.

“Mind your own business!”

A few people quieted down, startled by her sudden burst.

Kyle didn’t seem bothered by the chaos—his expression was the same calm confidence it always was—but Melissa’s clenched fists and heated glare showed she was rattled.

Bruce, ever the calm anchor, chuckled and placed a hand on Melissa’s shoulder.

“Drink. You’ll live longer.”

Melissa scowled but didn’t argue as Bruce handed her a mug.

That left Kyle alone at the edge of the gathering.

Sasha elbowed Rachael gently.

“This is your chance. He’s alone. Go.”

“What? I can’t just—”

Sasha shoved a warm bun into Rachael’s hand and whispered.

“Push your agenda. Charm him. Feed him if you must. But go.”

Rachael stood hesitantly, clutching the bun like it was a shield. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and approached him.

It was now or never for her.

But that did not mean she did not feel nervous. Her legs felt like they would stop working any second. But she was not about to give up here.

‘Ah well….here goes nothing.’