Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 44: Ch : Why should I care about a Rumor? - Part 2

Bruce stormed out of Kyle’s room with a frustrated scowl, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"That stubborn bastard…"

He muttered under his breath.

Kyle didn’t care about the rumors at all, and it drove Bruce insane.

The young master didn’t realize how dangerous these rumors could become.

If the wrong people caught wind of them, Kyle could gain unnecessary enemies—or worse, attract attention from the wrong kind of people.

Yet…

Kyle just sat there like none of it mattered.

Back in the room, Kyle flipped through his book lazily.

"What’s the big deal?"

He murmured to himself.

All he did was clean up some trash. He doubted people would even care about this a few weeks from now.

Right now, there were more important things to focus on.

Like the Frozen Armored Bear.

A dangerous creature with thick frosted fur and armor-like scales covering its body, it was known as one of the hardest monsters to kill alone.

But Kyle didn’t care.

He had sent Queen to scout out the area, and now, the hawk had finally returned with the information he needed.

"Perfect."

Kyle stood up, stretching his arms. He needed to leave soon if he wanted to get in some real practice before heading to his next destination.

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Meanwhile, Bruce was still fuming.

"If my lord won’t fix his reputation, then I will!"

Bruce marched through the streets, determined to counter the ridiculous rumors that had begun to spread.

He turned the corner—only to pause when he overheard a group of townspeople speaking in hushed tones.

He quickly ducked behind a nearby stall and listened in.

"Did you hear? That noble took down the entire mafia with just a wave of his hand."

"I heard he’s actually a monster in disguise. No human can be that strong!"

"Some say he doesn’t even flinch when killing people. What kind of demon doesn’t blink while slaughtering criminals?"

Bruce gritted his teeth.

These people—they were almost badmouthing his lord!

He was about to step out and say something when—

"You lot are idiots."

A new voice cut through the whispers.

Bruce froze.

One of the men leaned forward, his arms crossed.

"I heard from someone that the mafia had kidnapped his people."

The others stiffened.

"He didn’t just go there to fight for fun. He went there to rescue them."

"Is that true?"

Someone asked.

"Think about it. If he was just some bloodthirsty monster, he wouldn’t have let any of them live, right?"

The group fell silent.

One by one, their expressions shifted.

Doubt turned into understanding.

Mistrust turned into curiosity.

Bruce, still hidden, could hardly believe what he was hearing.

Someone was actually defending Kyle?

Bruce had expected the rumors to get worse, but instead, they were slowly shifting into something else entirely.

By the end of the day, whispers of Kyle being a cold-blooded killer had transformed into stories of a noble warrior protecting his own.

The once-negative rumors became something else.

"He’s probably just misunderstood."

"If he really was a monster, he wouldn’t have bothered saving anyone."

"Maybe he’s just… not good at showing emotions?"

Bruce leaned against the stall, exhaling sharply.

"Is this… a miracle?"

He ran a hand through his hair, utterly dumbfounded.

He had been prepared to spend the next few days correcting rumors, but somehow… things were fixing themselves.

This was one miracle he wasn’t going to question.

Bruce sighed in relief as he walked back toward the inn, feeling lighter than he had in days.

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The rumors had sorted themselves out, and Kyle’s name was no longer being dragged through the mud. For once, Bruce didn’t have to clean up after his young master.

"Maybe I should apologize to him. I doubted the young master’s insight for no reason. He must have calculated this would happen."

Bruce thought, scratching his head.

He had doubted Kyle—thought that the young master was careless about his reputation and ignorant of the dangers it could bring. But clearly, Kyle had known what he was doing all along.

Bruce made up his mind.

"I’ll tell him I was wrong."

With a determined nod, he pushed open the door to Kyle’s room.

But as soon as he stepped inside, he froze.

The room was empty.

Kyle was nowhere to be seen.

Bruce’s heart dropped.

"Where the hell did he go?"

Before his worry could spiral into panic, the door creaked open again, and Melissa strolled in with her usual composed expression.

"Oh, you’re here."

She said, glancing at Bruce.

"Of course, I am! Where else would I be? Where’s Young Master Kyle?!"

Bruce snapped.

Melissa raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered by his panic.

"He said he was going for a walk. He’ll be back soon."

She replied.

Bruce stared at her, then forced out a nervous laugh.

"A walk? Ha… ha… sure! No big deal, right? Ha… ha…"

Melissa tilted her head, her sharp eyes studying him.

"You don’t seem convinced."

Bruce rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling cold.

"Something feels off. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about this."

He muttered.

Melissa shrugged.

"You always have a bad feeling about everything."

Bruce wanted to argue, but… she wasn’t wrong.

Still, his instincts told him something was coming.

And Kyle was right in the middle of it.

Kyle walked through the dense forest, following Queen’s lead as the hawk glided overhead. The trees were covered in frost, their branches weighed down by ice.

The temperature dropped with every step he took.

Kyle could feel it now.

A predator’s presence.

Queen let out a sharp cry and swooped down, circling above a clearing up ahead.

Kyle stepped forward and finally saw his prey.

The Frozen Armored Bear.

It was massive—three times the size of a well-bred horse, its thick body covered in glistening ice-like armor.

Kyle studied the beast carefully.

The thin layer of mana around its body was acting as an outer ice shield, making it even harder to take down.

"For an ordinary person, this would be impossible."

Kyle thought.

But he wasn’t an ordinary person.

He cracked his knuckles and took a step forward.

The bear snapped its head toward him, its glowing blue

eyes narrowing.

Then, with a thunderous roar, it charged.

Kyle’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Let’s begin."