Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 57: Ch : The Duchess’s Invite- Part 3

Emelia was left behind by Kyle, but it was not a memorable event for him.

In fact, he did not even bother to remember her face or who she was. As far as Kyle was concerned, his elder sister or family did not matter.

’This place really needs a lot of work. Not only do these guards lack discipline, but they are weak as well. I wonder if I should just abandon these people and just take over somewhere else…but maybe the other places are just as bad…’

Kyle walked through the long, quiet halls of the Armstrong estate, heading toward the meeting room where the Grand Duchess’s Head Knight was waiting.

He had already sensed the dense mana radiating from the room before he even reached the door.

When he entered, he saw that Duke Armstrong and his older brother, Christan, were already seated.

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But unlike their usual confident selves, they both looked unnerved.

The Head Knight sat calmly across from them, an imposing presence that dominated the room without needing to say a word.

Kyle casually took a seat in front of the knight. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how his father and brother were struggling against the sheer weight of the knight’s mana.

’Interesting…’

Kyle mused.

Duke Armstrong was a powerful man, and Christan wasn’t weak either.

Yet, both were sweating bullets, clearly finding it difficult to withstand the oppressive energy in the air.

Kyle, on the other hand, felt nothing.

Unlike them, he had trained himself in mana control to the third level, allowing him to withstand much greater pressure than this. To him, the room felt completely normal.

The Head Knight’s gaze flickered with mild surprise as he noticed Kyle’s calm and unaffected demeanor.

Kyle, pretending not to notice, reached for the pitcher of juice on the table and poured himself a drink.

Christan, still tense, suddenly placed a firm hand on Kyle’s head, trying to push him into a bow.

"Lower your head in respect—"

Crack!

Kyle twisted his brother’s wrist slightly—not enough to break it, but enough to cause a sharp jolt of pain.

Christan yelped before quickly biting his lip to keep himself from making a fool of himself in front of the Head Knight.

’Useless people. If they cannot even take this much, then how are they going to survive war? This family is too soft.’

Kyle took another sip of juice, acting as if nothing had happened.

The Head Knight, silent but observing, shifted his gaze between the two brothers before finally ignoring Christan altogether and focusing solely on Kyle.

The knight’s mana pulsed, not in hostility but as if he were testing Kyle—provoking a reaction.

Kyle, however, simply pretended not to notice and finished his drink at a leisurely pace.

Duke Armstrong, growing more uncomfortable by the second, finally broke the silence.

"Sir Knight, I must ask—why has the Grand Duchess taken an interest in my ’useless son’?"

The Duke said, keeping his voice steady.

Despite the insult, the knight’s face remained expressionless.

"I am simply here to fulfill the Grand Duchess’s orders. That is all"

He replied smoothly. The helmet muffled the knight’s voice, making it sound soft and not almost sound gender neutral.

His tone left no room for argument.

Then, for the first time since the meeting started, the Head Knight addressed Kyle directly.

"Are you ready to leave?"

Kyle set down his cup and stood up without hesitation.

"I’ve already packed. Let’s go."

The lack of hesitation in his response made Christan react instantly.

"Wait—"

Christan blurted out, feeling an inexplicable sense of panic.

"You don’t have to rush. Sir Knight, why don’t you stay for another day? Rest, eat, and we can discuss things properly."

The knight shook his head.

"There is no time to waste."

Christan’s heart pounded.

Watching his younger brother leave so easily with the Grand Duchess’s personal knight made his stomach churn.

A sense of fear settled deep inside him.

’What if… this turns into a problem for me?’

Christan was the heir to Duke Armstrong, but the Grand Duchess’s attention on Kyle felt dangerous.

What if Kyle gained influence? What if this was the start of something bigger?

Christan clenched his fists as he watched the Head Knight lead his younger brother away.

For the first time, he saw Kyle as a real threat.

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As they walked down the long stone path leading out of the Armstrong estate, Kyle finally spoke up, his voice light but firm.

"Tell me, is hiding your gender really necessary for someone of your caliber?"

The Head Knight walking ahead of him froze for just a fraction of a second—so quickly that most people wouldn’t have noticed. But Kyle did.

And then—

Whoosh!

A sword flashed through the air, slicing toward him in a sharp, precise arc.

Kyle didn’t flinch.

He could tell immediately that the attack was meant to intimidate, not harm. The angle was just slightly off, meaning that even if he didn’t dodge, the sword would miss him entirely.

So, he stood still and let it happen.

The blade passed harmlessly by his side.

The Head Knight, still gripping the sword tightly, turned her head slightly and spoke in an icy tone.

"Stop spouting nonsense."

Kyle simply shrugged, completely unfazed.

"You can pretend all you want. But being a female knight is nothing to be ashamed of."

He said, glancing at the silver armor covering her figure.

Behind the metal of her helmet, Grand Duchess Amanda felt her face flush.

’This brat…!’

It had been years since anyone had managed to see through her disguise so easily.

And yet, standing in front of her now, this crippled noble, this so-called useless son of Duke Armstrong, had done it with just a few words.

She forced herself to remain calm, to not react.

’Is she trying to pretend she doesn’t care about gender? Well, who cares why she is hiding her gender. What matter is that she is powerful…Should I try and get her to become one of my people?’

No matter how much this knight tried to hide herself, Kyle could see the truth in her actions and her eyes.