Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 71: Ch : What is wrong with this Village? - Part 3

The child struggled, twisting his wrist sharply, trying to break free from Kyle’s hold.

Kyle barely had to exert any force to keep him still.

He could feel the boy’s heartbeat racing, his muscles tensed for another escape attempt. But it was pointless.

"Give up or I will break your wrist, kid. I would rather not hurt you more than I need to, so it is in your best interest to listen to me."

It was a warning for the kid to behave himself and let Kyle figure out what was wrong with him. That was the initial plan.

But the kid seemed to have plans for his own, trying to hit and bite at the hand holding him.

However, no matter what the kid did, he had no chance of escaping.

Kyle was simply stronger, faster, and smarter.

The child eventually stilled, his body sagging slightly in resignation. His quick, calculating eyes darted between Kyle and the Head Knight, assessing his options.

There were none.

A slow exhale escaped his lips. He gave up.

The sudden shift in behavior caught the Head Knight off guard.

"…Is he alright?"

She asked, eyeing the boy cautiously.

Kyle barely spared her a glance.

"He’s fine. Do not show mercy just because your enemy is a child. That is a sure way to die fast."

His voice was unbothered, yet laced with an unspoken warning.

The child’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening.

Kyle continued.

"Besides, the kid is fine. And he’ll stay fine—so long as he cooperates."

The child’s lips pressed into a thin line. He knew what Kyle meant.

The only reason he was still breathing was because Kyle allowed it.

There was no sympathy in Kyle’s eyes. No mercy.

This was not a kind noble who could be tricked with tears or a pitiful sob story.

Kyle had already seen through him.

"…Fine. I’ll talk. But let me go first."

The child finally muttered, his voice sharp with bitterness.

Kyle felt amused.

How predictable.

The kid thought he could run the moment he was released.

Kyle decided to entertain the thought.

Slowly, he let go.

But not without ensuring that the child’s only available escape route led straight to the Head Knight.

The moment Kyle’s fingers loosened, the boy bolted.

His feet barely touched the ground as he dashed forward, attempting to weave past the Head Knight.

She reacted instantly.

Her armored hand latched onto his collar, yanking him back with ease.

The boy gritted his teeth, his body twisting sharply in one last desperate attempt to slip free—

Then he did the unexpected.

Instead of struggling further, he suddenly turned the blade on himself.

A suicide attempt.

Kyle’s eyes darkened.

Tch.

Not on his watch.

Before the child could drive the dagger into his own throat, Kyle snatched his wrist mid-motion, twisting it sharply.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

The child gasped, his face twisting in pain, but Kyle did not let go.

He leaned in slightly, voice quiet, but firm.

"You’re not dying here."

The boy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his mind likely scrambling for another way out.

Kyle didn’t give him one.

Kyle studied the child’s face, watching as the flicker of emotion disappeared behind a carefully crafted mask of indifference.

The assassin had a strong will—that much was clear. But Kyle wasn’t interested in breaking it.

"You won’t talk?"

Kyle asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

The child met his gaze with defiance.

"I won’t."

Kyle smiled faintly.

"That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to."

That response seemed to catch the boy off guard. His body stiffened, but he quickly masked his confusion, forcing himself to return to a blank expression.

Kyle glanced at the Head Knight.

"Hold onto him while we walk back."

She gave a firm nod and tightened her grip on the child’s wrist, preventing any attempts at escape.

As they moved through the village ruins, Kyle tilted his head, his curiosity not yet satisfied.

"Tell me, how did you make that fog?"

The boy didn’t respond.

Kyle continued, unfazed.

"I couldn’t feel any active mana in you. That means it wasn’t yours."

The child remained still, refusing to give anything away.

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Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Someone gave that ability to you, didn’t they?"

The smallest twitch in the boy’s fingers betrayed him.

Kyle chuckled.

"Thought so."

The assassin immediately schooled his features and scoffed.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Kyle simply smiled.

"Sure you don’t."

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The fog creeping in, thick and unnatural. It slithered through the broken streets like a living thing, obscuring their vision and muting the world around them.

The only thing that made it creepier were the zomby-like bodies moving through the fog.

Bruce immediately slowed his steps, his instincts screaming that something was wrong.

"This fog… it wasn’t here before."

Melissa clenched her fists.

"Tsk, first the fog and now more enemies. Why do they keep coming after us like this?"

Her grip tightened around her weapon as she scanned their surroundings, tense and ready.

"Master’s in there. We need to hurry."

They pushed forward, but every step deeper into the village made the air feel heavier, like wading through unseen restraints.

Then, movement—shadows shifting within the fog.

Bruce raised his weapon as figures emerged. More of them.

Their blank, bloodshot eyes reflected nothing. Their bodies twitched unnaturally, yet they moved with deadly precision.

Melissa exhaled sharply.

"They’re everywhere."

Bruce gritted his teeth.

"No time to fight them all. We need to find the young master."

Melissa hesitated—leaving enemies at their backs was a risk—but she nodded.

"Fine. We move fast."

They sprinted forward, cutting down anyone who stepped in their path. The closer they got to the village center, the stronger the unnatural pressure in the air became.

"We need to find the young master and get out of here. I have no idea what is going on in this village, but whatever it is, I am not sure I like it."