Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 24: Ch : One of our Best- Part 1

Butler Bernard stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms folded, watching his young master practice tirelessly under the setting sun.

The rhythmic whoosh of Kyle's sword cut through the air, followed by sharp bursts of mana energy.

Each swing of his blade carried a level of precision that Bernard had never expected from him.

His heart ached at the sight.

'My young master might damage his hands like this. Oh! My poor fragile young master. Lord Armstrong is too much! How can he be so harsh toward his youngest son?'

To Bernard, Kyle was still the frail, overlooked young master—the one whom the Lord and the rest of the family had long since dismissed as 'useless.'

The hunt for the Frozen Armored Bear was no simple mission.

Even trained knights struggled against those creatures, yet the Lord had sent Kyle alone.

It was unfair.

That evening, Bernard entered Kyle's room. Kyle sat near the window, staring at the sky with an expression of idle boredom, as if he had already grown tired of the world.

"Young Master, please consider taking soldiers with you for the hunt. The military department can spare some men. This mission is too dangerous to face alone."

Bernard began hesitantly.

Kyle barely glanced at him.

"Not interested."

Bernard frowned.

"But young master, you must understand, the Frozen Armored Bears are not mere beasts. Even trained knights—"

"Are weak. If I have to rely on those so-called soldiers, then I might as well go alone."

Kyle cut him off, his voice filled with quiet disdain.

Bernard felt a headache coming.

"Young Master, I know you're capable, but please—just take a look at the soldiers. Even if you don't use them, evaluating their skills could be useful to you."

At this, Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... that's not a bad idea."

Bernard sighed in relief. It was better than outright rejection.

The next morning, Kyle arrived at the training grounds.

Beside him stood Melissa, now dressed in armor that disguised her as a young male trainee. Her short hair and slim frame made the disguise easy enough to pass under casual inspection.

Before entering, Kyle turned to her.

"Don't speak. No matter what."

Melissa was startled but nodded.

Bernard, however, was less than pleased.

"Young Master, are you serious about taking a female slave to the military training ground? That is not a place for someone like her."

Kyle smirked.

"And why not? Melissa will accompany me into dangerous situations in the future. She might as well start getting used to them now."

Bernard stared at him in disbelief.

"But... but she's just—"

"She's mine. And I take care of my own."

Kyle interrupted, his voice calm but firm.

Melissa's heart pounded at those words. Her face flushed a bright red, but her mouth felt too dry to speak.

She clenched her fists and looked at Bernard.

"Master Kyle's will is my will. I will follow him, no matter what."

Bernard let out a long, suffering sigh.

"Very well. But I still have a bad feeling about this."

With that, the trio entered the training grounds.

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The moment Kyle stepped onto the training grounds, a wave of hushed whispers spread through the soldiers. Within seconds, hushed whispers turned into open snickering.

"Isn't that the useless young master?"

One soldier muttered.

"What's he doing here? He get lost or something?"

Another laughed.

"Maybe he wants to finally learn how to swing a sword? Hah! Good luck with that."

The mocking remarks carried across the field, but Kyle acted as if he hadn't heard them. His expression remained calm, unreadable.

Then, suddenly—

Step.

A heavy footstep echoed through the grounds, and the laughter instantly died.

Captain Lancelot Aiden, the head of the guards, walked forward, his mere presence enough to silence the entire field.

His dark green eyes flicked over the soldiers with mild irritation before settling on Kyle.

"Young Master Kyle. To what do we owe the honor?"

Lancelot greeted, his tone neutral.

There was an edge to his words, barely hidden. Kyle could sense the underlying thoughts—Why are you here? What trouble are you causing now?

Kyle smiled slightly.

"I'm here to evaluate the guards. I need to see if they are worthy of accompanying me on the Frozen Armored Bear hunt."

For a moment, silence.

Then, chuckles.

Then, full-blown laughter.

"The young master wants us to join his hunt? More like he wants us to carry his deadweight!"

One soldier wheezed.

"Imagine dragging his useless self through the snow while fighting a bear!"

Another howled.

"Maybe we should bring a coffin in advance?"

The butler, Bernard, clenched his fists, his expression livid. Melissa, standing at Kyle's side, instinctively reached for her sword, her face dark with anger.

But before she could act—

"Enough."

Kyle's voice was soft, but it cut through the laughter like a blade.

He didn't react to the insults. He didn't even acknowledge them. Instead, he turned to Lancelot and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"Recommend your best fighter, Captain. I'll test them myself."

Kyle said smoothly.

The soldiers blinked, momentarily stunned.

Lancelot exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. In his mind, Kyle's sudden interest in training was nothing more than a game—another way for the young master to waste time and irritate those around him.

"What a pain."

Lancelot muttered under his breath.

Still, he couldn't outright refuse the request of a noble, especially an Armstrong.

"Fine. I'll give you one of our best."

The captain relented.

He turned and signaled to one of the soldiers.

A man in his early thirties stepped forward, his armor polished, his sword resting on his hip with an air of confidence.

"This is Sir Roland. One of our elite guards. He'll be your opponent."

Lancelot introduced.

Kyle's gaze flicked toward Roland.

It only took him a second to analyze everything.

The way Roland stood—his feet too close together, unstable.

The way he held his sword—too relaxed, as if he had never fought an actual battle.

The way his eyes shifted slightly—nervous, uncertain.

This is one of the best they have?

Kyle fought back a smirk.

"Very well. Let's begin."

He said, stepping forward.