Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 46: Ch : Test my Limits- Part 2

Bruce finally reached Kyle, his breath coming out in sharp puffs in the cold air. He waved his hands frantically, his voice full of concern.

"Young Master! It’s dangerous to be out here alone! There have been reports of Frozen Armoured Bear sightings—"

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

Then, without a word, he stepped aside.

Bruce blinked, confused—until his gaze landed on the enormous corpse lying behind Kyle.

A massive Frozen Armoured Bear, its body still, its hide cracked in places, revealing frozen blue flesh beneath.

Bruce stumbled back in shock, his mouth opening and closing as he pointed at the beast.

"Y-YOUNG MASTER! D-DID YOU—?!"

Kyle nodded lazily, as if this was nothing unusual.

Bruce felt his legs go weak.

"HOW?! That thing is massive!"

Shaking his head furiously, Bruce turned back to Kyle, looking for any signs of struggle, any wounds—nothing.

His clothes weren’t even ruffled.

"Young Master, what kind of magic did you use to take this thing down?!"

Before Kyle could respond, another voice cut in.

"Idiot."

Melissa had followed Bruce out, her arms crossed as she glared at him with disappointment.

She walked up to the bear, crouched down, and examined it closely.

Then, pointing at the multiple deep cuts on its body, she scoffed.

"This wasn’t magic. It was cut down by a sword."

She said, looking up at Bruce.

Bruce froze, staring at the precise slices across the beast’s hide.

Melissa sighed, shaking her head.

"Our young master must have used his sword to defeat it."

Bruce’s mouth dropped open.

"But… but normal swords can’t cut through a Frozen Armoured Bear’s hide!"

Melissa smacked him on the back of the head.

"Are you even paying attention in class when our lord explains things?!"

Bruce felt personally attacked.

He was about to argue—but then a memory resurfaced.

Kyle’s lectures about mana-infused sword strikes.

Kyle’s demonstrations about cutting through dense materials.

Kyle’s repeated instructions about how a skilled swordsman could make the impossible possible.

Bruce suddenly felt very small.

His face turned red, and he quickly shut his mouth.

Kyle, bored with their conversation, turned away from them and grabbed the giant paw of the Frozen Armoured Bear.

Bruce watched in horror as Kyle began dragging the enormous beast back toward the village.

"Y-Young Master?!"

Kyle didn’t even turn around as he spoke.

"I’m putting our spoils to good use."

Bruce stared at the massive corpse, then at Kyle, then back at the corpse.

"What kind of use could this thing possibly have?"

Melissa smirked, shaking her head.

Bruce sighed.

"I guess I shouldn’t question him."

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With one last helpless glance at the fallen beast, Bruce jogged after his young master, still completely unsure of what Kyle had planned.

As Kyle, Bruce, and Melissa entered the village, all eyes turned toward them.

More specifically, toward the enormous Frozen Armoured Bear that Kyle was dragging with one hand.

Gasps, whispers, and even a few shocked cries spread through the streets.

Some villagers turned pale, their hands trembling as they stared at the beast.

Others backed away, their expressions shifting from curiosity to fear.

"How is he carrying that thing alone?"

"Is that really a Frozen Armoured Bear?!"

"Where did he even FIND one?"

Bruce, noticing the growing panic, waved his hands frantically.

"E-Everyone! Calm down! My young master is not dangerous!"

But Kyle ignored them all and kept walking, his expression neutral as he dragged the bear’s corpse behind him like it was nothing more than luggage.

Bruce sighed in frustration but knew that trying to explain would be pointless.

Instead, he quickly followed after Kyle, muttering to himself about how his young master’s actions always caused misunderstandings.

Kyle walked straight to the smith’s shop, a sturdy building with a stone forge and stacks of raw materials piled near the entrance.

He knocked sharply on the door.

There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open, revealing a burly blacksmith with soot-covered arms and a grumpy expression.

The smith narrowed his eyes at Kyle, looking him up and down with clear irritation.

"I don’t have time for requests, kid. Go bother someone else—"

Then, he froze.

His gaze shifted past Kyle to the massive corpse lying in the dirt.

For a moment, the blacksmith just stared, his brain struggling to process what he was seeing.

Kyle spoke before the man could recover.

"I want a pelt made out of this Frozen Armoured Bear’s fur."

The blacksmith’s jaw dropped.

Kyle continued.

"You and the village are free to keep the meat."

The shock in the blacksmith’s face deepened as he turned his eyes back to Kyle.

"Wait… the meat? You’re giving it away?"

Kyle nodded once, his face impassive.

"I don’t need it."

The silence stretched.

Then, a spark of emotion flickered in the blacksmith’s eyes.

Frozen Armoured Bear meat was incredibly rich and nutritious, and with the size of this beast, it could feed the entire village for at least a week.

The blacksmith swallowed hard, looking around at the growing crowd of villagers who had gathered.

He could already see the hunger in their eyes.

Finally, the smith let out a deep breath and nodded firmly.

"I’ll do it."

Kyle nodded in return, satisfied, and turned away without another word.

The blacksmith, still in shock, called for his apprentices and other villagers to help him carry the meat.

Word spread quickly.

By the end of the day, the entire village was buzzing with the news of Kyle’s actions.

Rumors started twisting and growing, spreading through the streets like wildfire.

"Did you hear? The young noble took down a Frozen Armoured Bear ALONE!"

"And he GAVE AWAY all the meat to the village!"

"He’s so generous! A true noble!"

"Wait, isn’t he supposed to be the useless son of Duke Armstrong?"

"Useless?! Did you SEE that bear?! Are all nobles like him these days? How can someone like him be labeled as Useless?"

Bruce, overhearing all of this, felt a strange sense of pride swell in his chest.

For the first time, people were praising his young master.

He couldn’t help but grin, feeling incredibly proud.

Even Melissa had a smug expression, pleased that others were finally recognizing Kyle’s greatness.

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Meanwhile, back at the inn…

Kyle sat alone in his room, a map spread out in front of him, carefully planning his next move.

The reason he had asked for the Frozen Armoured Bear fur wasn’t for luxury.

It had mana properties, which meant it could enhance his defenses slightly.

It wasn’t the best armor, but it was better than nothing until he found something truly worthwhile.

Kyle sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"At least the trip wasn’t a complete waste."

He closed his eyes, already thinking ahead.

There was still so much more to do.