Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 95: Ch : I Wish to be Useful - Part 1

The Armstrong castle loomed familiar and unchanging as Kyle returned, the quiet weight of stone and legacy settling around him like a cloak.

As his boots clicked against the marble floors, Bruce and Melissa followed a step behind, both muttering under their breath.

However, as soon as they entered, Kyle was stopped by his father’s personal butler who came to greet him.

"I swear, the Duke doesn’t know how to let a person breathe. Can’t even let the young master rest after coming back from the outskirts."

Bruce grumbled. "

Melissa crossed her arms, glaring ahead.

"The butler looks worried. Do you think something happened, young master? Should we be worried?"

But Kyle only gave them a faint smile.

"It’s fine. I’ll handle this myself. I’m not tired from the journey."

He wasn’t.

If anything, he was more energized than ever.

With his plans going the way they were, Kyle felt more ready than ever to face the future.

The training, the planning, the manipulation—it all reminded him of his past life, of war and survival.

And more importantly, of victory.

The butler met him at the entrance hall and bowed deeply.

"Young Master Kyle, the Duke has summoned you to his study."

Bruce made a low sound of protest, but Kyle waved him off with a glance and followed the butler through the familiar halls.

However, when the heavy doors to the Duke’s study opened, the room inside was… empty.

The butler blinked, clearly confused.

"He… was supposed to be here. Forgive me, Young Master. It appears the Duke has stepped away."

His voice dropped in concern.

Kyle stood at the threshold, taking in the pristine state of the study—nothing out of place, nothing that indicated urgency or a sudden departure.

Which meant this was intentional.

A test.

A subtle one, but a test nonetheless.

One meant to provoke irritation, impatience, and insecurity.

Kyle could easily imagine the Duke chuckling to himself at the idea of a son storming off in frustration or losing composure in the face of perceived disrespect.

But Kyle wasn’t just any son.

And he certainly wasn’t going to take the bait.

He let out a quiet, tired sigh, more annoyed by the predictable nature of the game than the test itself.

"Where’s the letter?"

He asked, holding out a hand.

The butler hesitated.

"I… yes, the Duke left something for you. But, Young Master, perhaps you should rest first. This task may not be—"

Kyle’s gaze sharpened.

It wasn’t angry, but it was cold enough to make the butler flinch.

After a second’s pause, the older man fumbled with his robe and produced a sealed envelope, which Kyle took without another word.

"There’s no need to worry. Things are going exactly how I want them to."

Kyle said, eyes scanning the seal before opening the letter.

The butler frowned slightly, concern etched deep into his features.

"Young Master… you don’t have to do this. The Duke’s missions… they are never simple. If you find it too much, if the weight becomes unbearable, it is fine to walk away. No one would dare to blame you."

Kyle barely heard him. His focus had shifted entirely to the parchment in his hand, scanning the neat, precise script of the duke’s instructions.

A mission—simple in wording, but intentionally vague. Investigate a suspected rebel movement in one of the southern provinces.

Discreetly. With no assistance. And no resources provided.

Of course.

Kyle smirked.

So the Duke wanted to see how he’d act under pressure. How he’d plan, gather allies, and carry out orders with nothing but his wits.

Perfect.

He folded the letter and tucked it into his coat.

"I won’t be running. In fact, I intend to do a very good and thorough job this time."

He muttered under his breath, more to the Duke than the butler.

Turning to the butler, Kyle gave a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Thank you for delivering the letter. Please inform Bruce and Melissa to meet me. I’d like to head out by tomorrow."

The butler blinked.

"You’re… leaving that soon?"

"Yes. The Duke wants to test me. I’ll make sure he gets a show he won’t forget."

Kyle said.

And with that, he turned and walked away, his cape fluttering behind him like the beginning of a storm.

Kyle returned to his room with the Duke’s letter in hand, the weight of the sealed parchment heavier than it should have been.

The moment the door closed behind him, he tossed his cloak aside and sat down at his desk.

With careful fingers, he unfolded the letter again, his eyes sweeping across the crisp handwriting.

"Suppress a minor rebellion in the southern province. Discreet execution required. No additional support will be provided."

Kyle read it twice. Then a third time.

It was too simple. Far too simple.

Suppressing rebellions wasn’t a job that needed subtlety, not usually.

The Duke had generals and knights who specialized in swift, public crackdowns.

If he simply wanted blood, there were others more suited for that.

Which meant this wasn’t about the rebels. Not entirely.

Kyle leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed.

’The Duke wouldn’t give me something straightforward. There’s a hidden piece… something buried in this mission he wants me to find.’

Which meant Kyle needed more information than what was on paper. And the only way to get it was to go there himself. Quietly. Alone.

Letting out a breath, he rolled the letter back up and tucked it away in a drawer before getting to his feet.

He had a plan.

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During the evening, Kyle stood in front of Bruce and Melissa, both waiting for his instructions. He crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

"I’m heading to the site alone."

Melissa’s brows shot up immediately.

"Alone? You’re seriously going alone?"

She asked sharply, arms crossed.

"Yes. You and Bruce will stay here and act like I’m preparing for the mission with a full team. Spread misinformation. Talk logistics. Be visible. I want everyone to believe I’m still in the planning phase."

Kyle said.

Bruce gave a firm nod, already processing what needed to be done.

"Understood. I’ll handle it."

But Melissa’s lips tightened, and a spark of frustration lit in her eyes.

"Then take me with you instead. I can help. You know I can."

She snapped.

Kyle sighed and rubbed his forehead. He’d expected this reaction.

"Melissa, you have your own role to play in this. This mission isn’t just dangerous—it’s politically charged. I need someone I trust to maintain the illusion here."

He said, voice low,

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"But—"

"And, you’re not ready for this kind of mission yet. Not alone. Not when subtlety is key."

He interrupted gently.

Melissa’s mouth opened, then closed. Her expression faltered, and though she tried to hide it,

Kyle saw the disappointment in her eyes.

Still, she didn’t argue anymore. She simply nodded once, stiffly, and turned to leave the room without another word.

As the door closed behind her, Bruce looked at Kyle, concerned.

"You’re not going after her?"

"No,"

Kyle said quietly.

Bruce gave him a doubtful look but didn’t press further. With a sigh, he followed Melissa, leaving Kyle alone to prepare for what lay ahead.