Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 190: Ch : Revolt- Part 1

Chapter 190: Ch 190: Revolt- Part 1

The moon cast a pale light through the cracks in the shutters of Kyle’s quarters, bathing the sparse room in a cold glow.

He lay on his cot, Queen perched silently near the window, its sharp eyes reflecting the moonlight. The silence was comforting, but something within Kyle stirred.

His eyes snapped open.

He didn’t know what had roused him—no sound, no visible threat.

Just instinct, the same gut feeling that had saved him on the battlefield more times than he could count. He quietly slid off the bed and strapped his short blade at his hip.

“Stay.”

He murmured to Queen.

The hawk tilted its head but remained obediently still as Kyle stepped out.

The camp was quiet, save for the occasional murmur of patrolling soldiers and the distant clink of armor.

His feet moved before his mind made the decision, leading him through the winding paths of the camp like a bloodhound on scent.

Step by step, he was pulled toward the far end—toward the underground prison that held the captured enemy commander.

The moment he reached the outer walls, he placed a hand against the stone and closed his eyes, sensing.

His mana flowed through the wall like a pulse of water through a pipe, and almost instantly, he felt it—disturbance. A tremor in the natural energy of the place, a tear in the balance.

His eyes snapped open.

Without a second thought, he darted around the corner and toward the source of the spill.

Just as he reached the corridor leading to the lower cells, a sudden surge of movement caught his eye—a cloaked figure darting toward the exit, swift and silent.

Kyle acted on reflex.

He moved like a shadow, slamming into the figure and taking them both down.

The man hit the floor with a heavy thud, and Kyle pinned him with a knee to the chest, grabbing one wrist and twisting it behind his back.

A familiar face glared up at him in fury—it was the enemy commander.

“You again.”

Kyle muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Footsteps echoed in the stone corridor behind him, and within moments, several guards rounded the corner.

They drew their swords the instant they saw the two men on the ground.

“Unhand him! Step away, or we’ll consider this treason.”

One of the guards barked.

Kyle didn’t flinch. He slammed his fist into the commander’s temple, rendering the man unconscious in one clean blow.

Only then did he rise, hands up in mock surrender, his expression unreadable.

“I assume there’s been a security breach. Would you like help securing it?”

He said calmly.

“Save it! You were found restraining a prisoner mid-escape. The only conclusion we can draw is that you were aiding him.”

Snapped another guard, pointing a blade toward Kyle.

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

“You saw me knock him out, didn’t you?”

The guards glanced at one another, uncertain—but the fear of accountability made them double down.

“We don’t have a choice. Until we clear this up, you’ll come with us. Don’t resist. Your position is irrelevant now.”

Kyle exhaled through his nose. So this was the angle they were playing now.

He glanced down at the unconscious commander. Someone had helped him escape.

This wasn’t the act of a lone prisoner. It was a coordinated effort—and now, conveniently, Kyle was the scapegoat.

As two guards stepped forward to grab him, Kyle didn’t resist.

“Very well. Let’s not keep your dungeon waiting.”

He said coolly, allowing himself to be bound.

But inside, his mind was already racing.

Who had helped the commander? How far did the conspiracy stretch? And more importantly—how much did Baron Adam know?

As the guards led him deeper into the prison halls, Queen circled silently above the camp in the moonlight. Watching. Waiting. ƒreewebɳovel.com

The news spread like wildfire.

Within minutes of Kyle’s arrest, whispers morphed into outraged cries across the camp.

‘Lord Kyle Armstrong, the commander who led them to victory, imprisoned like a criminal?’

To the nobles who orchestrated the setup, it was a triumph.

They laughed behind closed doors, celebrating what they believed was the fall of the young upstart who had stolen their soldiers’ loyalty.

But their joy was short-lived.

By midday, unrest simmered throughout the camp.

The soldiers—many of them young, unseasoned, yet deeply moved by Kyle’s guidance—were livid.

They had seen with their own eyes how he led them, fought beside them, taught them how to survive. And now, he was being punished for doing what was right?

“They threw him in a cell for stopping an escape?!”

One soldier cried.

“He caught the bastard! He’s the reason we even won the last battle!”

Another shouted.

By evening, the unrest had erupted into full-blown protest.

Dozens of soldiers gathered near the command quarters, demanding Kyle’s release. They refused training drills. Some tossed their weapons down.

A few even ripped off their insignia. Their message was clear: If Kyle wasn’t let go, they would walk.

The nobles panicked.

Their victory celebration soured instantly. They scrambled to pacify the troops, making vague promises, offering explanations that fell flat.

“He’s being questioned, that’s all.”

One noble tried to argue.

“Then question the man who tried to escape, not the one who stopped him!”

Came the retort.

Inside the command tent, chaos reigned. Several nobles shouted over each other, trying to regain control of the situation, but nothing worked.

Then came the sound they had learned to dread—Baron Adam’s boots thundering down the hall.

The flap of the tent flew open as the Baron stormed inside, his expression thunderous.

“Where is he?”

He barked.

A trembling officer stepped forward.

“H-He’s still in the prison block, my lord.”

Baron Adam’s glare swept over the nobles.

“Who approved this arrest? Who gave the order to shackle the man who just delivered us our first decisive victory?”

The nobles faltered, exchanging guilty looks.

“He was found with the prisoner. We thought—”

One dared to say.

“You thought? You thought with your arse, not your brain! Are you trying to tear this camp apart from the inside? He caught the prisoner, and you shackled him for it?”

Baron Adam roared.

“He could have—he might have—”

Another stammered.

“Enough! You want to see what real betrayal looks like? Then keep treating loyal men like enemies. When the enemy returns and your men are too demoralized to fight, you’ll be the first to die.”

The Baron slammed a hand on the table.

Silence followed, heavy and suffocating.

Baron Adam turned on his heel.

“Release Lord Kyle. Now.”

No one dared protest further.

Within minutes, Kyle was unshackled.

His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a glint of cold fury. As he stepped into the open air again, dozens of soldiers nearby erupted into cheers.

The nobles, standing off to the side, flinched at the sound.

Kyle approached the Baron, his voice steady but sharp.

“I won’t forget this humiliation.”

The Baron met his gaze without flinching.

“I don’t expect you to. But it wasn’t by my hand.”

Kyle’s lips thinned.

“No. But it happened on your watch.”

Baron Adam sighed.

“Then I grant you this much—take your justice from the ones who deserve it. I won’t stop you.”

A ripple of fear passed through the nobles. Some paled visibly, eyes wide with panic, but none spoke. They had no ground to stand on.

Kyle nodded once.

“Understood.”

Above them, Queen circled silently in the night sky, as if bearing witness to the moment.