Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 107: Ch : A Dangerous Plan - Part 3

Kyle traced his steps carefully through the cobbled streets, his eyes narrowing as he approached the exact spot where the presences tailing him had vanished.

'The traces of my stalkers are still there, but the fact that I cannot see them is a little concerning. Should I try something else?'

There was something here.

He didn't know what, but his instincts warned him that it wasn't normal.

His steps slowed, and he let his senses stretch—searching for that odd ripple in the mana that had made his skin crawl earlier.

And then, cold metal kissed his neck.

He froze.

A familiar presence washed over him a second later—quick and sharp, like flickering lightning.

"…Silvy. Do you always greet people like this?"

He muttered, only mildly annoyed.

Her voice came from just behind him, edged with suspicion and irritation.

"What kind of trouble are you getting into, exactly, to make the temple's people follow you like that?"

Kyle didn't move.

"It's not my fault I'm so irresistibly dashing. People just can't help but follow me."

He heard the blade shift slightly.

"Cut the bullshit, Kyle."

He sighed.

"Fine."

In one swift movement, Kyle twisted his body to the side, dislodging the knife from her hand and grabbing her wrist.

The knife clattered to the ground, and Silvy let out a breath, rubbing her wrist.

There was a flicker of pain in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. In fact, her lack of surprise told Kyle she had expected the counter.

"I went to the temple and found out something important—the god-summoning ritual is tomorrow. And I'm going to stop it."

Kyle said, eyes on her.

Silvy blinked, stunned into silence. But after a beat, her expression shifted into something that bordered on exasperated disbelief.

"You're serious?"

"I am."

"Do you have no regard for your safety?"

"Possibly."

She stepped back, folding her arms.

"Young Master Kyle, that's impossible. You're talking about stopping a full-blown divine summoning ritual. By yourself. Do you hear how insane that sounds? You should be calling for backup— reinforcements. Anything."

"I'd welcome you to do that. But let's be honest. Even if we did send for help, how long do you think it'd take for them to get here? Days. Maybe more. And the ritual is happening tomorrow. We don't have time."

Kyle said with a shrug.

Silvy clenched her jaw. She didn't like it, but she knew he wasn't wrong.

She turned her face away for a moment, lost in thought. Kyle didn't interrupt. He waited.

Then she looked at him again, sharp-eyed.

"That offer you made yesterday. The one where you asked if I could shoot at full power… was that related to this? To stopping the ritual?"

She said, voice even.

Kyle didn't respond immediately. He just looked at her, and the silence was all the answer she needed.

She exhaled slowly, gaze drifting to the side, as if weighing options that she didn't like.

"…I might be persuaded, but it'll cost you more than a thousand gold."

She said after a long moment.

Kyle smiled.

"Name your price."

"Two thousand. And I want it in writing."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You sure want to milk me dry. Are you going to retire after this or something?"

She gave him a withering look.

"You're insane, young master Kyle. But as I said before, I need money. So for now, we're both going to hell together."

Kyle's grin widened, and he extended a hand.

"Welcome to the losing side, Silvy."

She didn't take his hand.

"Just make sure we don't lose too badly."

Kyle handed Silvy a small pouch filled with gold coins, the heavy clink of metal sealing the agreement between them.

"That's half. You'll get the rest tomorrow—after the job is done."

He said, voice even.

Silvy took the pouch, weighed it in her hand, then handed it back.

"Don't give it to me. Send it to the location I'm marking for you. Someone I trust will pick it up for me."

She pulled a scrap of parchment from her coat and scribbled a short address with practiced speed.

Kyle looked at the note, then gave her a slight nod.

"Fine. I'll have it delivered."

With that, their contract was sealed. Silvy stood up, pocketing the slip of paper.

"I need to go. There are things I need to prepare if I'm going to be ready for tomorrow."

She didn't wait for a response.

Her footsteps were swift as she slipped back into the shadows, her figure vanishing into the slowly darkening streets.

Kyle watched her disappear before turning toward his own path. There was still much to do, and very little time left.

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Silvy didn't look back as she made her way across the village outskirts.

Her cloak swirled behind her, the pouch of unused coins still heavy in her coat.

Every step away from the inn, from Kyle, from that insane mission—they should have felt like the right move.

But they didn't.

Instead, an overwhelming unease clawed at her chest, like she'd made a terrible mistake. She muttered under her breath.

"Damn it. What have I gotten myself into?"

She clenched her jaw and tried to shake the feeling off.

"All that for money. Just a fool for a few gold coins. What the hell is wrong with me?"

But no matter how many times she cursed herself, the weight on her chest didn't lift.

It wasn't until she stopped near a quiet alleyway and leaned against the wall that she finally exhaled.

Her eyes closed, and in that stillness, the truth surfaced—quiet and unwelcome.

It wasn't the money.

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She didn't take the job because of the reward.

She could've walked away. Said no. And yet…

She didn't.

Because deep down, something in her blood rebelled against the thought of a divine being descending to this world and gaining power.

She'd seen what blind worship and faith could do. The chaos, the destruction. The helplessness it left behind.

Maybe, in a way, this was her way of fighting back.

But that wasn't the whole reason either. Another thought crept in, quieter but no less dangerous:

She'd trusted Kyle.

Somehow, in just a day, the so-called 'young master' had made her feel safer than anyone else had in years.

There was something steady in the way he carried himself—even with the madness in his plan.

Something about the way he looked at her when he asked for help, not with desperation, but with certainty. Like he'd already counted her in and didn't doubt she could do it.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

"This isn't right. I don't even know him."

She whispered, shaking her head.

But her heart didn't agree.

The more she tried to distance herself from the feeling, the more it burrowed its way in.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She didn't trust people. She didn't rely on anyone but herself.

So why now?

Why him?

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her chest rising and falling with frustrated breaths.

"Idiot!"

She muttered to herself.

And despite everything—the madness of the mission, the danger of facing a god, the risk of death—Silvy found herself thinking about the morning after. Not with fear.

But with a strange, undeniable hope.

She sighed, turned, and melted into the shadows once more.

She had preparations to make.

Tomorrow, the heavens would tremble.