Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 52: Ch : Seducting the Lord - part 3

The village leader’s daughter moved carefully through the night, her heart pounding.

This was her chance.

If she could get close to Lord Kyle, if she could make him take responsibility for her, she would never have to worry about her future again.

She expected to find a guard at the entrance of the inn, but to her surprise, there was no one. She hesitated for a moment, then smirked.

’This is too easy.’

Slipping inside, she tiptoed down the hallway, her eyes scanning the doors. She stopped in front of the one she knew belonged to Lord Kyle.

Her fingers curled around the handle, and she took a deep breath.

’Once I do this, there’s no turning back.’

She pushed the door open.

The room was dark, the soft glow of a lantern barely lighting the space.

Her gaze landed on the bed, where a figure lay beneath the covers. Her heart pounded with excitement.

’Lord Kyle…’

A sly smile spread across her lips.

She would slip into his bed, remove some of her clothing, and make it look like they had spent the night together.

Even if nothing happened, the rumors would be enough. Kyle would have no choice but to take responsibility.

She stepped forward, whispering.

"You’ll be mine soon, my lord."

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the bed. She slowly lowered herself onto the mattress, pressing her body against the sheets.

But something felt wrong.

She frowned. The bed was too soft. Too empty.

Confused, she whispered.

"What…?"

Her head spun slightly from the alcohol she had earlier. Her thoughts felt slow, sluggish. She tried to focus, but her eyelids grew heavy.

"Maybe… I just need a moment…"

She mumbled, sinking deeper into the blankets.

Her body relaxed, her exhaustion overtaking her. Within seconds, she fell into a deep sleep—completely unaware that Kyle wasn’t even in the room.

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The village leader let out a hearty laugh, lifting his cup as he watched his daughter slip into the inn where Lord Kyle was staying.

Everything was going perfectly.

Soon, news would spread that his daughter had spent the night with the young noble. Kyle would have no choice but to take responsibility.

’Finally, our family’s future will be secured.’

As he enjoyed his drink, a hand suddenly clapped onto his shoulder.

"Another round?"

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A familiar voice asked.

The village leader turned, his face instantly losing color. Standing beside him, completely at ease, was Lord Kyle.

The older man swallowed hard, his mind racing.

’How is he here? He should be in his room. What is going on?’

Trying to keep his voice steady, he forced a smile.

"Young Lord! I—I thought you had retired for the night."

Kyle gave him an amused look.

"I tried, but sleep didn’t come to me. So I figured I’d join the festivities a bit longer."

He picked up a nearby drink, swirling the liquid in his cup.

Around them, the villagers cheered at Kyle’s return, happy that their honored guest was spending more time with them.

But the village leader felt sick.

His plan was falling apart right before his eyes. His daughter was in Kyle’s room right now, thinking she was setting a trap.

If she was caught, it would be disastrous. Not only would his plan fail, but his family’s reputation would be ruined.

He needed to get Kyle back to his room—fast.

"You must be tired, young lord. Perhaps you should rest. A noble like yourself needs proper sleep, after all."

The leader said, forcing a chuckle.

Kyle met his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

The village leader tensed.

"N-no! Of course not, my lord. I only worry for your well-being."

Bruce, standing next to Kyle, smirked.

"That’s strange, village leader. Just earlier, you seemed very happy about something. Now you’re acting nervous."

The older man clenched his fists under the table, his pulse quickening. He had to keep calm. He couldn’t let them suspect anything.

"I was merely enjoying the celebration. It’s an honor to host you, young lord."

He said smoothly.

Kyle sipped his drink, looking completely at ease. But his sharp eyes didn’t miss the slight tremble in the village leader’s hands.

"You’re acting strange. Are you sure there isn’t something on your mind?"

Kyle remarked.

The leader let out a forced laugh.

"Not at all, my lord. I am just grateful for your presence."

Kyle leaned back, tapping his fingers against the table.

"Then there’s no need to rush me off, is there?"

The leader stiffened. Kyle wasn’t moving. He wasn’t heading back to his room. And, even worse, he showed no intention of letting the leader leave either.

The older man felt trapped. He could only sit there, pretending to drink while his thoughts spiraled.

’Please! Please let my daughter be smart enough to realize the plan has failed before anyone catches her. ’

He silently begged.

Unfortunately for the village leader, his daughter never returns that night.

He keeps glancing toward the inn, hoping to see some sign of her, but there is nothing.

His unease grows with each passing hour.

Lord Kyle, on the other hand, shows no sign of heading back.

He stays with the villagers, drinking casually but never losing his composure.

He speaks with the elders, listens to stories, and even gives Bruce advice on swordsmanship.

The villagers are thrilled, eager to share their gratitude, and the celebration stretches long into the night.

The leader clenches his jaw. His plan was supposed to be foolproof.

By now, rumors should have been spreading about his daughter and the young lord.

Instead, Kyle’s constant presence keeps everyone occupied, leaving no room for speculation.

As the night drags on, the leader grows more frustrated.

His daughter is nowhere to be seen, and Kyle remains completely unbothered, as if he already knew and had chosen to thwart the plan in his own way.

By the time the first light of dawn creeps over the village, the leader realizes his scheme has completely failed.

And worse, Young Master Kyle is still watching him.