Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 29: Ch : Weight of a Mistake- Part 3

Those binding words hung in the air and no one was able to speak a word while that vow took place.

The guard captain had a sick look on his face, but he knew that he had no right to interfere or say anything anymore. Especially since the person in question had already agreed to the deal.

'What else can I do now but to sit back and watch? Bruce has made his choice, so I cannot interfere any longer in his matter.'

Kyle's expression remained unreadable, but he gave a small nod.

"Good. Then report to me tomorrow. You have one day to say goodbye to your old life."

He said.

With that, Kyle turned and walked away, Melissa and Butler Bernard following closely behind him.

Bruce remained kneeling for a few moments, staring at the ground, his mind racing.

It was only after Kyle's figure disappeared from sight that the others rushed forward, crowding around Bruce.

Lancelot knelt down beside him, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Why did you do that? You had a bright future, Bruce. You could have been someone great. Why give in to the spoiled young master?"

The guard captain asked.

Bruce let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching into fists.

Then, finally, he spoke the truth.

"Because I felt it."

Bruce muttered.

Lancelot frowned.

"Felt what?"

Bruce's hands tightened even further.

"Something... dangerous. When I fought him, it was overwhelming. It felt like I was standing in front of a mountain I could never overcome."

He admitted, his voice almost a whisper.

Lancelot's breath hitched.

"I used everything I had. I even broke the rules and used my internal energy... but I still lost...no, rather...there was nothing I could do against that overwhelming might."

Bruce continued.

He looked up at Lancelot, his expression no longer filled with shame, but determination.

"I want to serve that overwhelming power. I want to understand how he changed so much in such a short amount of time."

Bruce said firmly.

Lancelot stared at Bruce for a long time.

And then, finally... he let out a deep sigh.

"So that's how it is."

His initial disappointment faded, replaced by something else—understanding.

He had been too shallow in his thinking.

All this time, he had believed that Kyle was still the same spoiled, weak noble.

But Bruce had seen something different.

Something greater.

Lancelot closed his eyes for a moment before placing a firm hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Then go. Learn well. And don't waste this opportunity."

He said.

Bruce looked up at his former captain.

For the first time since the fight, a small smirk played on his lips.

"I won't."

Lancelot nodded, a small smile forming on his own face.

"Then... good luck, Bruce."

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Butler Bernard hurried after Kyle, his brows furrowed in deep concern.

He had always believed himself to be a patient man. But today? Today was testing his limits.

"Young Master!"

He called out, quickening his pace to match Kyle's stride.

Kyle didn't slow down, nor did he look back.

"What is it, Bernard?"

Bernard finally reached him, walking alongside him with a troubled expression.

"Why did you allow that rude man the opportunity to serve you? Bruce has no respect, no manners, and no loyalty! I cannot understand your reasoning."

The butler asked.

Kyle let out a soft sigh, as if he had already expected this reaction.

"Don't think too much about it. There's no special meaning behind my actions."

He replied nonchalantly.

But Bernard did not believe him.

"No special meaning? Young Master, you are far too kind-hearted! There are better people than Bruce, better warriors who would be honored to serve you. Why him?"

He repeated in disbelief.

Kyle finally stopped walking and turned his gaze to his butler.

His golden eyes carried a cold glint, making Bernard instinctively stiffen.

"I have made my choice."

His voice was calm, but absolute.

"If you have any complaints, Bernard, then keep them to yourself."

Bernard felt his heart sink.

It wasn't that he doubted Kyle's intelligence. In fact, he knew his young master was far from naive.

But still—what if he had miscalculated this time?

What if Bruce was a hidden traitor?

What if Bruce tried to betray Kyle later on?

Bernard bit his tongue, swallowing the words he wanted to say.

There was no use arguing further when his young master had already made up his mind.

Instead, he took a deep breath and bowed his head slightly.

"Then I will make sure you do not suffer any inconvenience because of him."

With that, Bernard turned and left, his mind already spinning with ways to keep an eye on Bruce.

As soon as the butler was out of sight, Melissa stepped forward, her blue eyes sharp and questioning.

"Master...you chose Bruce because he has mana, didn't you?"

She began carefully.

Kyle arched a brow, his lips twitching into a lazy smirk.

"Oh? And what makes you think that?"

Melissa didn't flinch under his gaze.

"Because you are not the type of person to choose someone without a reason."

Kyle let out a low chuckle.

"You think too highly of me, Melissa. I only took Bruce in because he reminded me of a dog that could be tamed."

He said.

Melissa frowned slightly, clearly unconvinced.

Kyle had many flaws, but making random, thoughtless decisions wasn't one of them.

"Master, even if you say that... I don't believe you."

She tried again.

Kyle's smirk widened.

"Oh?"

Melissa lowered her gaze for a brief second before speaking.

"You said Bruce is like a dog that can be tamed... but you don't waste your time on things that don't have value. That means you see something in him."

Kyle remained silent for a moment, his eyes studying her.

Then, he laughed softly, turning away.

"Think what you like."

He said dismissively.

Melissa didn't press further.

She had already made up her mind—Master Kyle had plans for Bruce.

And if she was right...

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Then Bruce would either become a loyal hound or be torn apart before he could bite his master.

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