Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 336: Ch : The Divine Will- Part 4

As the thick canopy swallowed the last sliver of moonlight, Kyle stepped into the forest with silent ease, every sense on high alert.

The unnatural stillness clung to the air like a warning. Birds didn’t chirp. Insects didn’t hum. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Behind him, Silvy followed with quick, light steps. She moved gracefully, eyes sharp, her expression unreadable.

Kyle stopped just before the trees grew too close and turned toward her.

"Do you want to hunt with me, or would you prefer to go alone?"

He asked calmly, scanning the forest’s edge as he spoke.

Silvy pursed her lips in thought, then looked up at him with a confident gleam in her eyes.

"Alone. I want to show you how far I’ve come."

Kyle’s eyebrow lifted slightly.

"You’re still a bow user. These creatures move fast. You might not get a second shot."

Her expression didn’t waver. Instead, she smirked.

"Who said I’m just a bow user now? I’ve... graduated. Even you should be careful around me, Kyle."

A low chuckle escaped him.

"Alright. Don’t die."

Silvy nodded once, turned on her heel, and melted into the mist like a phantom.

Kyle watched her go before turning toward the east.

He didn’t need long to find prey. A dense pulse of mana flickered in the distance, and he slipped through the underbrush without a sound. His boots didn’t disturb the moss, his breath controlled, calm, silent.

The beast revealed itself moments later.

A massive, horned creature with fur that shimmered gold in the pale light stood at a brook, its hooves barely grazing the ground. Its amber eyes caught Kyle’s as it snarled.

Kyle didn’t hesitate.

He drew his blade, its edge whispering out like thunder compressed into steel.

The creature charged, antlers lowered like twin blades, but Kyle dashed forward with inhuman speed, his mana flaring around him like a cloak of wind.

He ducked beneath the beast’s charge, twisted, and brought his blade upward. A clean arc of silver light carved across its side.

The beast howled, spun to retaliate, but Kyle was already behind it. His aura surged again—he didn’t need brute force. Just precision.

One final blow severed its connection to the divine energy lacing its body. The beast collapsed, light bleeding from its form as it dissipated into mist.

Kyle wiped the blade clean and turned westward. He could feel Silvy’s mana—unstable, but powerful—flaring with each pulse of movement.

Curious, he moved toward her, weaving through trees with practiced grace.

What he found made him pause.

Silvy stood in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by three spectral beasts.

They circled her, growling, their bodies shimmering with corrupted divine essence. But she didn’t look afraid.

Her eyes were locked on the biggest one. Her right hand held a bow—made entirely of dense mana. It pulsed faintly in time with her heartbeat.

Then she moved.

The first beast lunged, but Silvy stepped to the side, drawing her bowstring in one swift motion. The air shimmered. A glowing arrow formed.

She loosed it point-blank.

The creature’s head exploded in a burst of smoke and divine sparks.

The second beast lunged from behind. Silvy spun, dropping to one knee as she formed a second arrow mid-turn and fired into its throat.

The beast gurgled, fell, and dissolved into mist.

But the third came faster.

Too close for a shot.

Silvy’s hand dropped the bow. It twisted and compressed, reshaping in her palm. What had been a bow seconds before was now a long, curved dagger of solidified mana, glowing faintly.

She met the third beast’s charge head-on.

The clash echoed through the clearing as the dagger sank into the beast’s shoulder. It screeched, twisted its body, and clawed at her.

Silvy leaned back, narrowly dodging, then slashed across its chest in one fluid motion.

It roared, flaring with divine power—but Silvy didn’t flinch.

She grabbed its neck with her free hand, channeled her mana through her palm, and then plunged the dagger upward beneath its jaw.

Silence.

Then a slow collapse as the creature crumbled into dust.

Kyle stepped out from the shadows, arms crossed.

"Not bad."

Silvy turned, breathing a little harder now but with pride in her stance.

"You watched?"

He nodded.

"From the moment you fired the first arrow."

She let her weapon dissolve into particles and rested her hands on her hips.

"Well? Still think I’m just a bow user?"

"No. Now I think you’re a dangerous little thing."

Kyle said with a hint of amusement.

"I am, aren’t I? Maybe you should be a little more afraid of me."

Silvy asked as she leaned into Kyle and placed her finger on his chest. Her closeness was a result of her bold actions as well as her desire to make Kyle be aware of her presence.

But it ended up having an opposite effect when Kyle just smiled at her before he ruffled her hair.

"Don’t get too ahead of yourself. This is how mistakes happen. Now, if you are done, we should head out. The more time we spend out here, the worse it will be for us in the long run."

Kyle’s words were filled with concern and they made Silvy feel as if he cared for her...which he did.

She beamed at the rare compliment but tried to mask it with a shrug.

"Let’s go collect the remains. We need our offering."

Kyle walked past her.

"You did well."

She flushed but didn’t argue.

Together, they gathered the cores of the defeated beasts—luminous crystals of corrupted divine mana—and began the walk back through the forest.

The mists seemed thinner now, as though their victory had cleansed some of the corruption that clung to the area.

Kyle glanced at Silvy again as they walked.

She had grown stronger. Not just in technique, but in confidence. She no longer waited to be protected—she acted. She fought. She won.

And Kyle knew.

He’d need that strength soon.

As Kyle and Silvy made their way back through the quiet forest path, the sound of rustling leaves suddenly grew louder—unnaturally so.

Kyle paused, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. Silvy’s steps halted behind him, her posture straightening, alert.

From the trees above, shadowy figures dropped down—thin, twisted humanoids with eyes that glowed a sickly yellow. Corrupted forest spirits.

"Ambush."

Kyle muttered.

The creatures screeched and lunged forward.

Silvy raised her hand, mana already coalescing around her palm, but before she could fire a shot, a pulse of pressure exploded outward from Kyle’s body.

"Stay still." a

He said, his voice cool and low.

In one smooth motion, Kyle vanished from sight. To Silvy, it looked as if he disappeared—only to reappear in front of each spirit one after another, a flicker of steel and wind following his path.

Slash.

Crack.

Thud.

Each strike landed with pinpoint precision. The spirits didn’t even get the chance to scream before they collapsed in splinters of mana and decay, vanishing into nothing.

It had taken no more than five seconds.

Kyle stood in the clearing once more, slipping his sword back into its sheath with a faint click.

Silvy blinked, impressed before she flashed him a smile.

"Show-off."

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