Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Seeing how defensive Silvy was getting, Kyle decided to back off—for now.

He leaned back, letting the tension ebb from his posture.

"Fine. What you do in your free time is none of my business. As long as you do what I ask, I won't interfere."

He said evenly.

Silvy eyed him carefully, her brows narrowing. His sudden shift in attitude made her suspicious.

"So now you're the easy-going type? What, no lectures? No self-righteous questions?"

She muttered.

Kyle offered a faint smirk.

"I don't have the energy to pry into people who clearly don't want to be understood."

That earned him a short, amused exhale from Silvy, though she didn't smile.

She turned her eyes back to the road as they walked, but after a moment, she asked.

"So, what's your deal anyway, Young Master? Don't think I bought that 'expanding business' story for a second."

Kyle didn't hesitate.

"I'm here to stop the rebellion."

Silvy laughed. Genuinely laughed.

She had to stop walking to get the words out.

"You? Alone? Don't joke about things that'll get you killed."

But Kyle's expression remained unreadable.

Her laughter died slowly.

"…Wait. You're serious?"

Kyle nodded once.

"Dead serious."

Silvy paled, looking like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Are you insane? Do you want to die? Do you know how deep this rebellion runs? The ceremony, the casino, the people involved—they're not some ragtag group of villagers playing pretend! They have power, Kyle. Real power."

She hissed, pulling him to the side so no one could overhear.

Kyle shrugged.

"Then I'll just have to be smarter."

Silvy groaned and dragged a hand over her face.

"Great. I'm going to die because of some rich idiot who thinks he's a hero. Lovely."

He glanced sideways at her, calm as ever.

"Only way they'd know is if you said something."

Silvy froze, eyes narrowing.

"You don't trust me?"

"I trust you enough to keep your mouth shut."

Kyle replied without hesitation.

She sighed, muttering under her breath.

"Idiot. The less I talk to you, the better."

The two continued walking through the village, the air heavy with rising tension.

By noon, they reached the central plaza again. Kyle noticed more people had gathered than earlier that morning.

Their movements were synchronized—hands lifted toward the blazing sun, bodies bowing low, lips murmuring prayers he couldn't hear but could feel.

Mana churned in the air, drawn from each participant and pulled into the center fountain like an invisible current.

There, it twisted, warped… and converted.

Kyle narrowed his eyes as the familiar, almost oily sensation of Divine energy swept across the plaza.

Silvy followed his gaze and tensed immediately. Her lip curled in distaste.

"Don't stare. If you know what's good for you, ignore this."

She said sharply.

"Why? You don't seem too fond of it yourself. Your nature feels repulsed by this, right?"

Kyle asked, voice casual.

Silvy looked at the ritual with a bitter frown.

"Because it's not worship—it's desperation. People who pray like this aren't asking for peace, they're asking for weapons."

Kyle studied the group. Every bowed head, every reverent whisper—it was like a machine built to feed something hungry.

And that something… was getting stronger.

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Silvy groaned under her breath as she noticed Kyle staring—again—at the ritual in the plaza like he had all the time in the world.

"Are you planning to stand there until they catch you red-handed?"

Kyle didn't move.

His eyes remained fixed on the group still murmuring prayers under the scorching midday sun, as if he could see something others couldn't.

Silvy grabbed his arm.

"Move!"

She pulled him away, keeping her voice low but her pace brisk.

A pair of patrolling guards were making their way down the street, and the last thing she needed was for Kyle to be interrogated for looking curious.

The guards here weren't exactly known for their kindness—or their mercy.

Kyle let himself be dragged along without resistance, though his gaze lingered on the plaza until it vanished behind buildings.

This wasn't the first time Silvy had to do this.

Three more times throughout the day, she had to yank him out of a situation that was one misstep away from disaster.

Whether it was getting too close to a suspicious merchant, lingering near the guarded temple walls, or asking questions just a little too loudly, Kyle seemed determined to be reckless.

By the time the sun began to dip behind the horizon, Silvy looked ready to collapse.

"I don't know what kind of privileged life you're used to, but if you want to survive here, you need to stop drawing attention like a spoiled brat on vacation."

She said, glaring at Kyle.

Kyle didn't even blink at the insult. Instead, he extended his arm, and Queen landed gracefully on his wrist. The hawk ruffled its feathers before perching with practiced elegance.

"I'll be back tomorrow,"

Silvy muttered, rubbing her temples.

"Same time. Same place. Try not to die before then."

Kyle simply nodded, watching her go without a word.

Once she was out of sight, he turned his gaze to the fading sky.

In just one day, he had uncovered a shocking truth—the rebellion wasn't merely political or economic unrest.

It was a front, a distraction meant to hide something deeper.

A summoning.

A ritual to call forth Tirakos, a minor sun god.

He remembered the name well from his past life.

A petty deity who had once dared challenge him, only to flee in terror the moment Kyle had drawn his sword.

Back then, Kyle hadn't needed more than a fraction of his strength to send gods scurrying back to their realms.

But now?

He was weaker, slower, still rebuilding. Facing a divine being, even a minor one, wasn't something he could afford without preparation.

Yet the ritual wasn't what troubled him most.

It was the why.

What did these people hope to gain from summoning a god? Was it power? Protection? Vengeance? Or something else entirely?

He didn't know.

But he intended to find out.

Kyle returned to his inn just long enough to wait for nightfall.

Once the village had gone quiet and only a few lanterns flickered in the dark, he slipped out of his room through the window.

Scaling the side of the building with ease, he climbed onto the roof, Queen flying overhead in lazy circles.

From the rooftop, Kyle surveyed the village.

Small homes clustered tightly together. Market stalls closed and covered. Guard patrols sweeping the streets like clockwork.

But even from this vantage point, he couldn't see enough. Not only was it dark, but Kyle also did not have enough of a viewpoint to be able to see everything he needed to.

"This won't do. Too low."

Kyle murmured.

He needed height. A real view. A way to see the entire village and beyond.

As Queen circled above, Kyle's eyes followed it's path—and settled on the cliffs overlooking the north side of the village.

Steep. Remote. Perfect.

He smiled faintly to himself.

"If I want to catch birds, I need to fly higher than them."

And with that, he vanished into the shadows, heading for the cliffs, ready to see just how far this rebellion truly stretched.