Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 36: Ch : Unlikely Help- Part 2

Kyle stared at the hawk and the hawk stared back at him. It was not backing down or looking away.

It was confident and prideful with an almost regal aura about him...almost as if it was intelligent and knew where to form its alliance.

The hawk puffed up slightly, letting out a short chirp of greeting.

The bullies looked confused. Their faces were a mixture of fear and shock.

The one who had been scratched was still hissing in pain, blood dripping from his cheek.

"W-what the hell was that? Is that your doing? How dare you..."

Scarface stammered, his earlier bravado completely shattered.

Kyle twirled the pouch between his fingers and tossed it slightly in the air, catching it again.

"This? This was your only warning."

He gave them a lazy look.

The hawk let out a low, predatory cry, as if reinforcing his words.

The thugs stiffened.

Their instincts screamed at them that this was not a fight they could win.

Melissa took a step forward, cracking her knuckles.

"So? Are we done here? Or, do you want to get beaten by this 'little miss' next? I promise I will make it painful for you."

She asked with a grin. She punched the earth, creating a small crater where she punched. Mana leaked out of her fist, but the bullies did not know it.

The thugs didn't hesitate. Melissa's outburst and display had scared them enough to make them run away without looking back.

One of them even tripped over himself, scrambling to get away as fast as possible.

The thief kid watched in shock.

For a moment, he couldn't decide which was more terrifying—the noble who radiated an eerie calm, the girl who looked ready to beat people half to death, or the hawk that could steal without a sound.

Kyle sighed and looked down at the kid.

"And you?"

He asked.

The thief flinched.

But Kyle didn't sound angry. If anything, he sounded bored.

The kid bit his lip, looking between the hawk and Kyle.

After a long moment, he slowly lowered his head.

"...I'm sorry."

Kyle hummed.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, kid. But since I'm in a good mood, I'll overlook it this time."

Melissa crossed her arms, still looking unimpressed.

"Should we let him go?"

She asked.

Kyle flicked a glance toward the thief, his sharp gaze unreadable.

Then, he smiled faintly.

"Sure. I will extract my revenge some other time.."

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As the last of the bullies and the thief disappeared around the corner, Kyle finally turned his attention to the hawk perched on his arm.

The bird was unusually calm, its piercing golden eyes fixed on Kyle with an unsettling intelligence. Most birds would have flown off by now, wary of humans.

But this one?

It was watching him—studying him.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, his mana senses tingling.

"Interesting."

He muttered.

There was a faint pulse of mana radiating from the hawk's body, like a steady heartbeat. Not chaotic or uncontrolled—but refined.

This was no ordinary creature.

Kyle's gaze swept over the hawk's form. Its feathers were a deep shade of brown, almost black in certain lighting, with faint streaks of silver near the tips of its wings.

It was larger than the average hawk, its talons sharp enough to gut a small animal in one swipe.

Melissa stepped closer, frowning.

"Do you know that bird?"

she asked, crossing her arms.

Kyle shook his head, still running his fingers along the hawk's feathers.

"No. But it's pretty smart to have chosen me.""

He said,

At that, the hawk let out a sharp chirp, as if in agreement. It then hopped onto Kyle's shoulder, its weight barely noticeable but its presence unmistakable.

Kyle could feel it—a thin thread of mana weaving between them, a silent request.

The hawk was trying to form a contract.

Melissa scowled.

"Wait, wait, wait. Master, are you sure it's safe to have this bird with us? What if it's a spy?"

She jabbed a finger toward the bird.

Kyle chuckled.

"Spy? Hardly! This one here is special and he chose me to serve. That's how it is with familiars."

Melissa blinked.

"Familiars? What's that?"

Melissa asked and Kyle had enough patience to explain to her.

"When an animal absorbs enough mana, it evolves—becoming more than just a beast. They gain intelligence, instincts sharpen, their bodies grow stronger. And if they're lucky, they find a human with mana to bond with."

Melissa still looked skeptical.

"So now what? You just take it with us? I don't get it—why are we bringing a bird into danger?"

Kyle smirked, his fingers still stroking the hawk's head.

"A familiar is the worst thing an enemy can face."

Melissa's brows furrowed.

"Why?"

Kyle's smirk deepened.

"Because they don't die unless their master does."

Melissa's eyes widened.

"That's...impossible, right?"

Kyle leaned slightly, letting the hawk adjust its perch on his shoulder.

"If you don't believe me, then you will know it soon. As long as the partner lives, a familiar is immortal. It can get injured, but it will always recover.

His tone was casual, but there was an edge of amusement in his voice.

Melissa's gaze flickered between Kyle and the hawk, realization slowly dawning on her.

"That's... terrifying."

The hawk let out a self-satisfied chirp, puffing out its chest with pride.

Then, it pressed forward again, its mana pushing against Kyle's.

It was asking again—demanding a decision.

Kyle exhaled.

"Persistent, aren't you?"

With a small smirk, he allowed the mana connection to form, the contract settling between them. There was a faint, invisible glow in the air—subtle, but unmistakable to those sensitive to mana.

Something inside Kyle shifted.

A silent, unspoken understanding passed between them.

The contract was sealed.

The hawk hopped slightly, then ruffled its feathers in satisfaction.

"There. Happy?"

Kyle muttered.

The hawk nodded.

Melissa, still trying to process everything, exhaled loudly.

"Alright, fine. But what's its name?"

Kyle's lips quirked as he gazed at the bird, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Queen."

Melissa blinked.

"Wait—what?"

Kyle looked at her lazily.

"I'm naming him Queen."

Melissa stared.

"But... it's a male!"

Kyle's smirk only grew wider.

"You don't need to know."

Melissa threw up her hands.

"I don't understand you at all."

The hawk, now named Queen, happily flapped its wings, completely unbothered by its new name.

Kyle chuckled.

"That's fine. As long as he does."