Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 92: Ch : The Deal - Part 2

The stunned silence that hung over the villagers was broken only by the wind rustling through the trees.

The blood from the wild boar soaked into the ground, and Kyle lowered his sword calmly, its edge still gleaming.

"You can have the meat. Cook it however you want, divide it however you see fit. It's yours."

Kyle said, wiping his blade clean and sheathing it.

The group stared at him as if he had just grown another head. One of the younger men, dirt smudged across his cheek, took a hesitant step forward.

"Why? Why would a noble give us anything?"

He asked.

Kyle didn't flinch.

"Because I'm not here to take. I'm here to offer something in return."

A few of the villagers narrowed their eyes, immediately suspicious again. One of the older women crossed her arms.

"Then what is it you really want?"

Kyle didn't beat around the bush.

I'm recruiting. For an army."

The words dropped like a stone into a quiet pond.

There was another silence—this one deeper, heavier—before the villagers broke into sudden, harsh laughter.

"You want us? Half of us can barely walk without tripping, and the other half haven't touched a weapon in years!"

The woman scoffed.

"Crippled and weak, are we supposed to be your decoys?"

"Maybe he's just crazy."

Kyle let them laugh. Let them mock. He waited until it started to die down before speaking again, voice steady and low.

"Society may have labeled you as weak but that doesn't make it true. If you were truly weak, you wouldn't have survived this long.,"

He said.

The laughter faltered.

"I've seen what true weakness looks like. It's not hunger or poverty. It's giving up. You haven't. That means there's still strength in you. It just hasn't been trained."

Kyle continued.

Some of the villagers exchanged uncertain glances. One of them, the older man with the scar, stared at Kyle with narrowed eyes.

"What's the catch? There's always a catch with nobles."

"No catch. Only a choice. I'll give you food, training, a place to live, and something to fight for. In return, you serve under me when the time comes."

Kyle said.

Another silence, heavier than the last. But now, it wasn't doubt that lingered in the air—it was possibility.

"…Come with us. Let's see what the others say."

The older man finally said.

Kyle followed them through the forest trail.

When they arrived at the village, it looked even worse than he had imagined.

The houses were nothing more than half-broken wooden huts patched with cloth and mud.

Children peeked out from the shadows of doorways, eyes sunken, ribs showing. The air smelled of smoke, rot, and desperation.

But Kyle's gaze immediately flicked toward the center of the village—where two very familiar figures sat on the ground, bound with ropes.

Bruce and Melissa were tied up tightly, but they sat with calm expressions.

Bruce even gave a small wave with his tied hands when he saw Kyle. Melissa had her chin raised proudly, not a hint of fear in her eyes.

Kyle couldn't help but smirk. He had told them to hold back and not resist unless their lives were in danger.

Clearly, they'd followed his instructions perfectly.

He looked up and caught sight of Queen circling above, the hawk's sharp eyes scanning every corner of the village.

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Kyle sent a tiny pulse of mana upward—his silent command to stay on alert.

The group that had come back with him quickly ran ahead, dragging the massive boar's corpse behind them.

A few of them disappeared deeper into the village, shouting for the elders.

Kyle could already see some of the tired faces emerging from their homes, curious and wary.

But the ones who had gone out with him?

They were already whispering to the others. Sharing what they had seen.

The way Kyle had killed the beast in one strike.

How he hadn't flinched when they tried to attack him. And most importantly—how he had offered them something more than pity.

Kyle watched it all, noting the shift in energy.

The villagers who'd seen him fight were beginning to trust him—just a little. That was all he needed.

Just a little crack in their defenses.

Because once that door was open, Kyle would give them more than just food or protection.

He would give them purpose.

And they would become more than just forgotten villagers.

They would become his future soldiers.

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The central home stood in stark contrast to the rest of the village.

It was still run-down compared to noble standards, but compared to the half-collapsing huts surrounding it, this building almost looked dignified.

Kyle stepped inside, his sharp gaze taking in the structure.

The roof was patched, but sturdy. The furniture was old but cared for. It was clear this place was the heart of the village—what little heart was left.

Kyle also took note of the five people sitting across from him.

They were referred to as "elders," but their auras told a different story.

The oldest of them, a man with a grizzled jaw and tired eyes, didn't feel a day over forty-five. The youngest, a woman with sharp features and cautious eyes, was likely in her mid-twenties.

Still, they had the strongest presence out of everyone Kyle had encountered here so far.

The grizzled man leaned forward, clasping his hands together.

"I heard what you told the others. But I'm going to be honest with you, young master. I don't buy it. Why would a noble come all this way to speak of loyalty with us? What are you really after?"

He said.

Kyle didn't look offended. He expected this kind of suspicion.

"Let me clear that up, then. I'm here because this village has no future. You live on scraps, and the outside world has already written you off. But I can offer you a future in exchange for your loyalty."

He said calmly.

The words made the elders bristle. Even the youngest among them glared at Kyle with visible offense.

"You speak as if we're desperate strays."

The woman muttered.

"Aren't you?"

Kyle asked, unbothered.

"You don't need to lie to me. I'm not here to insult you. I'm offering you a deal. I need soldiers—loyal ones. And people like you, who've been betrayed and ignored by society, tend to understand loyalty more than most."

The room went silent. None of the elders could bring themselves to refute him.

Their pride made them want to, but their reality wouldn't let them.

The oldest finally sighed.

"Even if we agreed with your… rather blunt assessment, what use would we be? We can't fight. Half our people are sick or weak."

Kyle smiled faintly.

Fighting isn't something you're born with. It's a talent that can be cultivated. With the right training, I can help your people learn internal energy. You won't just survive—you'll become strong enough to protect yourselves."

That made them pause.

He could see it in their eyes—the flicker of hope, carefully masked by skepticism.

"We'll need time. This isn't something we can agree to lightly."

The oldest elder finally said.

"Of course. I'll let you decide what kind of future you want to have."

Kyle said, standing up.

With that, he turned and left the building, leaving his offer hanging in the air like a promise—or a challenge.