Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 94: Ch : The First Spark of Hope - Part 2

The sun had only just begun to climb when Kyle stood amidst the bloody remains of the wild boars, their heavy bodies strewn across the forest floor like broken barrels.

He cleaned his blade with a cloth he kept tucked in his coat, flicked away the last drops of blood, and exhaled slowly.

"What am I supposed to do with all of these?"

He muttered, staring at the dozen carcasses.

Dragging them all back himself was out of the question, and it was still too early to disturb Melissa or Bruce.

He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully.

Then, he felt it—a few familiar mana signatures flickering not far off.

Kyle recognized them from the village, weak but distinct. The same ones that had followed him yesterday.

A faint smile touched his lips.

"That solves that."

He moved toward the signatures swiftly, quietly, weaving through the trees with practiced ease until he spotted the small group of villagers.

They were carrying baskets and worn tools, likely out to forage early before the heat set in.

When they noticed him, they tensed in alarm.

"Young master?"

One of them said, uncertain.

Kyle nodded.

"I need a hand. If you follow me, I'll explain."

The villagers glanced at each other hesitantly but nodded and fell in behind him.

Kyle led them back through the trees until they arrived at the clearing—and the pile of dead boars.

The villagers froze in their tracks.

"T-Twelve…He killed all of them?"

One of them breathed out.

A murmur of shock passed through the group as they examined the bloodied forest floor.

Kyle gestured casually toward the carcasses.

"I only need the leader for study. The rest? Yours. Distribute the meat however you like."

They stared at him, stunned.

"You're… just giving it to us?"

Another villager asked slowly, as if waiting for the catch.

"I don't eat that much. And I don't need a dozen corpses rotting in the woods. Seems like a waste."

Kyle replied with a smirk.

There was a pause—then one of the villagers stepped forward. He was a thin man with sharp eyes and a tired face, but there was something steady in the way he looked at Kyle now.

"Even if the others are unsure, I'll follow you. You've already done more for us in two days than the nobles have in our entire lives."

He said firmly.

A few others murmured their agreement, nodding in support.

Kyle simply inclined his head in acknowledgment.

With new purpose in their eyes, the villagers got to work quickly, pulling ropes from baskets, fashioning sleds from broken branches and bark.

Kyle watched them with quiet satisfaction, then called Queen down from the sky.

He scribbled a quick note for Melissa and Bruce, tying it to Queen's leg.

"Find them and let them know I'm going back to the village."

He said softly.

Queen gave a sharp cry and launched herself into the air.

Kyle turned back to the group.

"Let's head back. We can talk more once we're there."

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When they returned to the village, Kyle was once again greeted by the five elders who had met with him the previous day. They looked more rested now, though no less wary.

One of them stepped forward.

"We've made our decision."

Kyle raised a brow.

"And?"

The eldest of the five, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair, nodded solemnly.

"The majority of the village has agreed to follow you. Not because they trust you entirely, but because they believe in the chance you're offering. That's more than we've had in years."

Kyle didn't show it, but he felt a spark of satisfaction at those words.

"There are still a few who are hesitant. Some are too old to fight, others… too scared."

The man continued.

"That's not a problem. I'm not dragging anyone unwilling. Those who choose to follow me will do so willingly. Once my territory is prepared, they'll have a place to live and train—somewhere safer, where they can rebuild properly."

Kyle said calmly.

The elders looked at each other in surprise, then slowly nodded.

"You really intend to give these people land of their own? A future?"

Another elder asked, frowning.

"I intend to build something, and for that, I need people who believe in something again. If they're willing to give me loyalty, I'll give them purpose.

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Kyle said, voice low and firm.

The elders were silent, absorbing his words.

Finally, the eldest smiled faintly.

"Then I suppose we'll begin preparing."

Kyle looked out at the villagers already working to skin and butcher the boars.

They looked more alive than when he had first seen them—hopeful, maybe even eager.

The elders, though seemingly agreeable, still wore expressions clouded with unease.

Kyle could sense their hesitation—anxiety born from years of hardship, distrust, and broken promises.

They didn't fear him, not exactly, but they feared what following him might mean. He didn't blame them for it.

"I understand that you're worried, and that's fair. I'm not expecting a decision right now."

Kyle said, his voice calm and even.

The elders looked at him with subtle surprise.

"You'll have time. One week, at most. In that time, I'll send an invitation—official, with seal and all. Those who want to follow me and are willing to give me their loyalty can join me then."

He continued.

Murmurs spread through the gathered villagers as they listened, their expressions flickering with curiosity and caution.

Some nodded to themselves, others kept their heads low, deep in thought.

"But let me make something clear,"

Kyle added, his tone sharpening just slightly.

"If you decide to join me, then you're mine. Your lives will belong to me, not for abuse, but for purpose. My training will not be easy. I will work you until your bodies scream. I don't want to hear complaints about exhaustion or sore limbs. You want change? You'll earn it."

The bluntness of his words sent a ripple of discomfort through the crowd.

A few people instinctively took a step back, startled by the weight behind his promise. The elders, too, exchanged uncertain glances.

For a moment, doubt thickened in the air.

But then, a voice broke the silence.

"He's right. We've lived like ghosts for years. Starving, freezing, begging. And now we've got meat for days and someone offering a future. It'll be hard, yeah. But so is wasting away here."

It was one of the villagers from earlier—the thin man who had declared his loyalty by the boar carcasses. He stepped forward, looking around at the others.

Another villager joined him, nodding.

"We've already been through hell. Might as well see if we can build something better—even if it's with sweat and blood."

Others began to murmur in agreement.

They looked toward the meat being portioned and salted by the younger ones, the soft fire crackling nearby, the sense of warmth and fullness they hadn't felt in so long.

It was temporary for now—but it was more than they had known in months, maybe years.

Kyle watched them with a neutral face, though deep inside, he felt a flicker of satisfaction.

This was exactly what he needed—people who'd tasted desperation and understood the value of discipline and loyalty. These were the seeds for something far greater.

He turned back to the elders, giving them a small nod.

"Think it over. I don't need your answer today, but I'll expect one soon."

The eldest among them straightened, exhaling slowly.

"We will consider everything. You've given us something we haven't had in a long time—hope."

Kyle gave a small, approving smile.

"Good."

Without another word, he turned and began to walk away, giving the villagers the space they needed to talk amongst themselves and make their decisions.

Queen circled above before landing on his shoulder, letting out a soft screech.

A sign that all was calm.

Bruce and Melissa met him at the edge of the village, and together, the three of them began their journey back.

Kyle didn't look back—not because he didn't care, but because he already knew what decision most of those villagers would make.