Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 331: Ch : In the Ruins- Part 3

General Runa stumbled back as blood soaked through her robes, the gaping wound in her stomach refusing to close.

Her breath came in uneven gasps, but her lips curled into a haughty grin. She gripped the hilt of Kyle’s sword, yanked it out of her body, and tossed it aside like discarded junk.

"This? This is nothing. Wounds like these heal before the pain even registers."

She sneered, holding her bleeding side.

Runa closed her eyes and summoned her divine mana. Warm light surrounded her, and for a brief second, she smirked, confident that her god’s blessing would erase all trace of Kyle’s strike.

But nothing happened.

The light dimmed.

The wound remained, leaking blood steadily onto the broken battlefield.

Confusion marred her face. She tried again. And again. Still, the divine aura refused to mend the damage.

Her eyes snapped open, wide with shock, and she turned toward Kyle, her voice rising with fury.

"What did you do to me?!"

Kyle stood calmly beside the Grand Duchess, arms crossed, his eyes sharp.

"My mana was never blessed by your gods. It was forged to reject them. Against me, your divine tricks are just glitter."

He said evenly.

Runa’s face twisted with rage. She stepped forward, clutching her wound.

"So what? "You think I became a general because of my healing? I earned this position through strength and skill. I don’t need divine pity to kill the likes of you."

She spat.

She summoned a sword from divine energy—its blade crackling with residual power despite her dwindling strength—and raised it over her head.

"I’ll end you the old-fashioned way."

She dashed forward, fast despite her injury, but not without flaw. Her footing was off. Her balance shifted to accommodate the weight of her bleeding side. She overcompensated with each movement, and Kyle saw it all.

He didn’t even draw his sword. Instead, he side-stepped, letting her blade swing through air.

Then he struck.

His palm, glowing with concentrated mana, slammed into her injured side. Runa screamed, the impact ripping through flesh and cracking bone.

She staggered backward, barely holding onto her weapon.

"Fight fair, coward! Is that all you are?! Some rat hiding behind dirty tactics?!"

She shouted, rage and pain mixing into a hoarse roar.

Kyle’s expression remained cold.

"This is war. You’re asking for fairness from someone you planned to kill. How very holy of you."

The Grand Duchess, blade still drawn, joined Kyle’s side. Her expression was harder now, unflinching. freёnovelkiss.com

"You came here to crush us beneath divine power. But now you’re just another wounded soldier bleeding out in a war you started."

Runa roared, pushing herself to move again. But every movement was sluggish now, her divine sword faltering in her grip.

Kyle darted forward. His hand grasped her wrist mid-swing, twisted, and disarmed her. Her weapon dissolved into motes of failed divine light.

"Your god’s not watching anymore."

He whispered.

Then his fist collided with her gut—her injury—the explosion of force sending her crashing to the ground, coughing blood.

She lay still for a moment, then tried to push herself up, trembling. Her glare was defiant, but her body betrayed her resolve.

"You... won’t... win... The gods will burn this world... before they give it up."

She rasped.

Kyle didn’t respond. He simply walked past her, his attention shifting to the Grand Duchess, who gave a single nod in approval.

As General Runa’s body twitched in the dirt, the divine mark on her neck began to flicker and fade.

The general’s focus was entirely on Kyle now—her fury, her wounded pride, all tangled into a single thread of hatred aimed at him.

Every strike he parried, every dodge he made, only fed the storm building in her chest. Her divine mana crackled with rage, and the smug grin on Kyle’s face made her want to tear him limb from limb.

"You think you’ve won?"

She spat, lunging at him again, her sword glinting with divine edge.

But she didn’t notice the Grand Duchess slipping through the fray.

Amana, quiet and deadly, moved past the general’s guards like a phantom. She didn’t hesitate.

Her blade gleamed silver in the moonlight as she lunged at the general’s stable side—her uninjured flank—and drove her sword deep into the flesh.

The general gasped, her body jolting. Her eyes widened as she turned toward the duchess, pain blooming fresh across her side.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her knees buckled. But even as she fell, divine light surged to the wound, beginning the healing process.

And Kyle didn’t waste a second.

He followed Amana’s strike with one of his own, slamming his mana-infused blade into the general’s injured side. The combination of the two wounds left her staggering, her arms trembling under the weight of her own weapon.

Blood poured from her body.

She was faltering.

For the first time since the fight began, it became clear to everyone watching—she wouldn’t win this.

Breathing ragged, Runa fell to one knee, glaring at the two of them.

"You think... this is over? Even if you defeat me... even if you destroy this body, you’ll regret this day."

She hissed.

Her voice grew deeper as she unwrapped a strip of cloth from around her wrist.

Beneath it, her stigma glowed with brilliant white light—a divine seal etched into her skin, pulsating with power that didn’t belong in the mortal realm.

"This is the mark of the god I serve. The source of my strength... my life. I was chosen. My god hears me."

She said, lifting her arm.

The air grew thick as she raised her voice toward the sky.

"Descend, my Lord! Take my body—use me as your vessel and deliver your judgment!"

The wind howled.

The earth beneath them trembled.

Amana’s eyes went wide with horror.

"We have to stop her—now!"

She began to move, sword in hand, but Kyle held out his arm, blocking her path. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with certainty.

"No. Go back."

He said.

Amana looked at him, stunned.

"But—!"

"This isn’t your fight anymore. From here on... it’s mine."

He said quietly.

She stared at him for a heartbeat, caught in the stillness of that moment. Then, with a reluctant nod, she stepped back, allowing Kyle to walk forward alone.

The divine light from Runa’s stigma had become blinding now, tendrils of white fire crawling up her arm and down her chest.

Her body lifted slightly from the ground, suspended by the energy coursing through her.

Kyle didn’t flinch.

He didn’t draw his sword again.

Instead, he rolled his shoulders and let his mana pulse through him—raw, anti-divine power gathering at his fingertips like dark flame.

"I’ll ask one last time. Are you really willing to give up your will, your body, your soul... just to cling to the illusion that your god cares about you?"

Kyle said as the heavens above began to crackle with power.

Runa laughed through the pain, through the madness.

"I was born to serve. That is my truth. That is my freedom."

Kyle lowered his stance, his eyes sharpening.

"Then I’ll show you what a cage it really is."

As divine light surged, Kyle’s mana flared to meet it, casting a shadow that swallowed Ruca’s glow—darkness challenging the heavens itself.

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