Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 42: Ch : Cleaning up the Trash - Part 2

Bruce blinked in confusion.

"Cleaning this town? What do you mean by that, Young Master?"

Kyle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the nearest window, his fingers tapping against the wooden frame as he unlatched it.

A gust of cool air rushed in, and with it—

A shadow swooped down, gliding through the opening with a sharp, practiced grace.

Queen landed neatly on Kyle’s arm, puffing out his chest like a warrior returning home with spoils of battle.

Clutched in his beak was a torn piece of fabric, its edges frayed and darkened with grime. The hawk chirped triumphantly, wings fluttering as if demanding praise.

Bruce scratched his head.

"Uh… what kind of trash did you bring this time?"

Kyle’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he took the cloth from Queen’s beak and examined it. The material was rough, dark—emblazoned with a faded crest.

"Trash? Not quite. This belongs to the people that actually runs this town"

Kyle chuckled, twirling the cloth between his fingers

Melissa’s eyes widened in realization, and her face flushed red with excitement.

"I knew it! There was something suspicious about this place!"

Bruce, on the other hand, looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He grabbed his hair, his face paling.

"Young Master—no, Lord Kyle—please, I beg you, let’s just hand this over to the local guards! This is dangerous! You can’t seriously be thinking of getting involved in this mess!"

Kyle didn’t even spare him a glance. He held out his arm again, and Queen hopped onto the windowsill, wings poised for flight.

"Lead the way."

The hawk gave a sharp cry before soaring back into the night, cutting through the darkness like an arrow. Kyle adjusted his coat, preparing to follow.

Melissa nodded approvingly, looking like she was about to volunteer to join him—

But before she could take a step, Kyle turned to both of them, his expression turning serious.

"You two stay here. Take care of things here and don’t cause trouble for me."

His voice was calm but firm.

Bruce’s jaw dropped.

"Wait, wait, wait—what do you mean stay here?! You can’t just go alone! That’s crazy!"

He reached out, as if to grab Kyle’s arm—

But Melissa was faster.

She yanked Bruce back by the collar, her grip surprisingly strong despite her slender frame.

"Stop."

Bruce choked on his own breath.

"Melissa?! Why are you—"

She shook her head, her golden eyes steady.

"If the Young Master said to stay, then we stay."

Bruce looked betrayed, his face contorted with frustration.

"But—he’s alone! He’s—"

"He’s Master Kyle. He doesn’t need us for this.""

Melissa’s grip loosened, and she folded her arms. Kyle smirked at their exchange, turning on his heel.

"Stop gossipping and clean this place up in the meantime."

His boots echoed against the wooden floor as he walked out the door.

Bruce groaned.

"That’s not funny!"

But Kyle was already gone.

Bruce crossed his arms and sighed deeply, giving Melissa a frustrated look.

"You know, you’re way too obsessed with everything our Young Master says. If he asked you to sleep with him, would you do it? Even if you didn’t want to?"

Melissa blinked, tilting her head slightly.

"Why wouldn’t I want to give Lord Kyle everything he asks for?"

Bruce stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"You’re insane. You have no self-respect, do you?!"

He ran a hand down his face, looking utterly exasperated.

Before he could blink, a blade was at his throat.

Melissa held her sword with a steady hand, her golden eyes gleaming dangerously.

"Watch your words, Bruce." Her tone was calm, but the pressure in the air was anything but.

Bruce swallowed hard, his hands slowly raising in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I take it back—put the sword away!"

Melissa didn’t move for a second, then huffed and pulled back. She sheathed her sword with graceful ease, but her expression remained firm.

"Lord Kyle is special. He is the only man for me."

She said, as if stating an undeniable fact.

Bruce groaned.

"You do realize he sees you as nothing more than a subordinate, right?"

Melissa didn’t flinch.

"That doesn’t matter. Even if I can never be with him, I will always consider my Lord my everything."

Bruce was silent for a moment, his face unreadable. Then, he let out a tired sigh.

"You’re going to get your heart broken."

Melissa smiled softly, her gaze unwavering.

"I already know that."

Bruce raised a brow.

"Then why—?"

"That’s why I won’t ask for more."

There was a long pause. Bruce stared at Melissa, as if trying to understand her, but in the end, he gave up.

"You’re hopeless."

He shook his head and walked off, leaving Melissa standing alone in the dimly lit hall.

—

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit bar deep in the underground of the town, a group of dangerous-looking men gathered around a wooden table.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and smoke, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation.

A large man—clearly the leader—leaned back in his chair, a cocky grin on his scarred face as he held up a crumpled note.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we got some good news, boys."

He drawled, tapping the paper against the table.

His subordinates leaned in, their eager expressions waiting for him to continue.

"The ’lost treasure’ we’ve been looking for has finally been found."

Excited murmurs swept through the bar.

"Are you sure, boss? We’ve been looking for it for days!"

One of the men asked.

"I’m sure. And all we gotta do now... is go and take it back."

The leader’s grin widened, his gold tooth glinting in the low light.

Cheers erupted around the table, men clinking their mugs together in celebration.

But just as the excitement reached its peak—

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BANG!

The door slammed open, shaking on its hinges.

The rowdy men turned, expecting to see one of their own.

Instead, they were greeted by a fragile-looking noble standing in the doorway.

Kyle stood tall, his hands casually resting behind his back, his expression unreadable.

The room fell silent.

One of the men squinted at him.

"Who the hell is this brat?"

The leader, still lounging in his chair, gave Kyle a once-over and chuckled.

"Looks like some lost rich kid wandered into the wrong place."

The rest of the men laughed along, assuming Kyle to be nothing more than an easy target.

Kyle didn’t react. He took a slow step forward, his boots clicking against the wooden floor.

Then, in a voice so calm it sent chills down their spines, he spoke.

"I’m here to clean up the trash."