Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 104: Ch : How far does it Stretch - Part 2

Kyle gently ran a gloved hand down Queen's back, and the hawk responded with a soft, pleased chirr, ruffling its feathers as if asking for more.

It tilted its head toward him, sharp golden eyes watching with unwavering loyalty.

The bond between them had deepened over time, and today, Kyle was going to take a dangerous step further.

"We're trying something new."

Kyle muttered, voice low and calm, almost like a whisper against the quiet night.

Queen let out a sharper sound this time—an affirmative response, as if it understood what was coming.

Kyle exhaled slowly, gathering his focus.

He reached out with his mana and touched the tether that bound him and Queen together.

Their connection flared to life, and for a second, it felt like a spark lighting inside his mind.

He activated the shared-sense link between them, something he had been working on but had never used for more than a few seconds.

This time, he'd push it to the limit.

A soft ping echoed in his mind, and a translucent timer appeared in the corner of his vision.

[Shared Sensory Link: 00:05:00]

Five minutes. That was all the time he had before the strain overwhelmed him.

With a final deep breath, Kyle threw his arm upward and released Queen into the night sky.

The hawk took off with powerful flaps of its wings, gliding smoothly as it gained height.

A wave of nausea hit Kyle instantly.

The shift in perspective—the sense of soaring, of weightlessness, of seeing through Queen's sharp, avian eyes—made him stagger for a heartbeat.

His own body felt distant, sluggish.

Complaints began to rise in his mind—headache, vertigo, the gnawing tug of disorientation—but he clenched his teeth and shoved them down. Focus was everything.

His vision blurred for a moment, then cleared—he was seeing what Queen saw.

From above, the village was a patchwork of rooftops, torchlights, and shadows.

But more importantly, Kyle could now see the flow of mana as Queen circled above.

It looked like shimmering veins of pale blue energy, threading through the buildings and winding beneath the cobbled streets.

As Queen flew higher, more lines came into view, connecting the village in a sprawling, intricate network.

Kyle narrowed his eyes and pushed himself to focus harder.

Then, with a jolt, the truth hit him.

It wasn't just mana flowing aimlessly through the city—it was forming a pattern.

A seal.

Thin threads of power were converging, drawn to certain focal points that pulsed with faint divine energy and it's golden glow.

He could feel it now—the subtle undertone of sanctified power. The entire village was a conduit, and the spell was dangerously close to completion.

Two days. At most.

Once completed, the ritual would activate, and based on what he saw, it would summon something powerful—no doubt the minor sun god, Tirakos.

Kyle's stomach turned at the thought.

Right now, in his current weakened state, he had no way to disrupt the seal.

Not without alerting everyone and getting himself killed in the process. He needed more time, more preparation.

He tried to push further, to see where the core of the seal was being drawn—but his time ran out.

The timer in his vision struck zero.

A wave of white-hot pain crashed through Kyle's skull, and he gasped, clutching the side of his head.

His connection with Queen shattered like glass, leaving him half-blind and nauseated. He staggered backward on the roof, the dizziness overwhelming him.

For a split second, the world tilted.

His boot slipped.

He teetered dangerously close to the edge.

With a sudden burst of will, Kyle dropped to his knees and steadied himself, hands digging into the shingles of the rooftop. His heart pounded like a drum. His breath came in ragged gasps.

Queen circled above, unaware of the near disaster.

Kyle let out a bitter chuckle, dragging himself a few feet away from the edge before collapsing onto his back, panting.

"Two days, huh..."

He whispered, wincing as the throb in his head pulsed again.

He didn't have much time—but at least now, he knew what he was up against.

Kyle lay on his back atop the roof, the night sky stretching out endlessly above him.

He stared up at the heavens, thinking.

This wasn't just a rebellion.

It was something far more dangerous.

A god was being summoned.

And he had a strong feeling that Duke Armstrong knew this—or at least suspected it.

Kyle had been sent to investigate a minor uprising in a remote village. But nothing about this was minor.

Not the scale of the mana seal, not the involvement of a High Inquisitor, and certainly not the presence of a divine ritual.

Kyle scoffed, eyes narrowing slightly.

'This is a test.

He wants to see what I'll do.'

He thought.

The Duke, sharp and calculating as ever, had probably expected Kyle to send for reinforcements.

That was the 'right' thing to do.

A sane person, upon discovering a divine descent ritual, would alert the main family, or even the central temple. It was the safest route. The responsible one.

But Kyle had no intention of doing that.

Not yet.

He wasn't the same fragile heir they all remembered. Not anymore.

If the Duke wanted a test, then Kyle would answer with something the old him never could have done—he would take on a god, alone if he had to.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

'Tirakos…'

A minor sun god.

Kyle vaguely remembered the name from his previous life.

One of the many lesser deities who fell before him without resistance. Back then, gods had been nothing more than stepping stones. But now...

He clenched his fists.

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Now, things were different.

His current body was far from its peak.

His mana control was improving, but nowhere near the precision or depth required to fight a divine being. Still, he had one advantage—and it was a big one.

He was human.

Unlike gods, who had to anchor themselves to the world through lengthy, restrictive rituals, Kyle was born of this world.

When a god descended, they would be shackled by the world's rules—most of their power sealed, their senses dulled, and their connection to divinity strained.

And in that brief window of vulnerability, they were killable.

But to strike at the right moment, Kyle needed information—precise information.

He needed to know where Tirakos would descend. When. What protections were in place. What weaknesses he could exploit.

If he missed even one piece of the puzzle, it could spell disaster.

"I'll find it tomorrow. All of it."

He murmured to himself.

He'd infiltrate further, perhaps even make use of Silvy if she proved willing—or manipulable enough.

She owed him now, after all, and Kyle wasn't above using guilt or fear to get what he needed.

Still... as confident as he tried to be, a tight knot remained in his chest.

'What if I'm wrong? What if I'm not enough this time?'

The thought lingered, heavy and cold.

He flexed his hand, watching how it trembled ever so slightly.

This body... it was limited.

Even with the knowledge and instincts from his past life, it could only do so much. And if Tirakos descended fully... even a weakened god could end him.

'No. This isn't about brute strength anymore. It's about timing. Tactics. Precision.'

He told himself.

And he could win. If he played it right.

The ritual wasn't done yet.

There was still time.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples as the last of the headache faded. Below, the village lay still—deceptively peaceful, as though it weren't on the brink of divine catastrophe.

"Two days. That's all I've got."

He muttered.

Queen landed beside him, letting out a low trill.

Kyle reached out and ran his fingers over its head, expression hardening with resolve.

"Let's get ready."