Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 86: Ch : Into a Trap - Part 3

Kyle watched silently as Ruby was dragged away, her aged body trembling with rage and fear.

The moment she was out of sight, he reached into his pocket and carefully tucked the amulet away.

Bruce, who had been watching closely, frowned.

"Young master… are you sure it's wise to carry something so dangerous?"

Kyle smirked.

"I'm more dangerous than this thing. Ah, but if you want, you can carry it instead of me."

Kyle offered but Bruce reacted instantly.

"No, thank you. You can keep it with you, young master."

Bruce was quick to refuse, causing Kyle to keep the amulet with himself.

He said simply, patting his pocket.

Bruce sighed, but he didn't push the matter further. He had learned that when Kyle set his mind on something, it was best to let him be.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Armstrong estate, Christan's mood had soured considerably upon hearing the news of Ruby's fate.

He paced his room, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"That bastard cursed her? How the hell did he manage that? And how dare Ruby get caught in the first place? She assured me she was a professional!"

He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Kyle's sudden and unnatural rise—his sudden engagement to the Grand Duchess, his newfound confidence, and now, his ability to wield power that even their father had never seen from him before was becoming a problem.

It didn't make sense.

But then a thought struck him, and he smirked.

'If something doesn't make sense… then maybe it isn't natural.'

Determined, he stormed toward his father's study.

To his surprise, Emily was already there, speaking in hushed tones with Lord Armstrong.

When he entered, she looked up with mild curiosity, but Christan wasted no time.

"Father, we need to have Kyle checked for possession."

Lord Armstrong gave him a sharp look but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Christan took a deep breath and pressed on.

"His changes are too sudden. He was a weak cripple just months ago, and now he's casting curses and charming the Grand Duchess? It's unnatural. If there's something influencing him—something external—then it could be a threat to our family."

His father's expression didn't change, but Christan saw the slightest flicker of consideration in his eyes.

Sensing an opportunity, Emily leaned forward.

"I agree, Father. But we must be discreet. If Kyle is possessed, we cannot let anyone outside our family know. If we act quickly, we can 'treat' him before it damages our family's reputation."

Lord Armstrong listened carefully, his fingers tapping against his desk.

He had never thought much of Kyle before—he was a cripple, a weakling, someone not worth his attention.

But now, even he had to admit that something was off.

After a long moment, he nodded.

"Fine. You will check him one last time."

Christan and Emily exchanged glances. This was their final chance.

If they failed, Kyle would only grow stronger, and worse, their father might start favoring him.

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That could not be allowed to happen.

And to make matters worse, their youngest brother would be returning soon.

Unlike them, he liked Kyle.

And if their father, who always valued talent, saw Kyle and their youngest brother getting along—

No.

They had to remove Kyle now.

Outside the study, Emily turned to Christan and smirked.

"Don't worry. I already have someone prepared for this."

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Kyle stepped into the Armstrong castle, immediately noticing the change in atmosphere.

The moment he entered, the guards looked away, their hands gripping their weapons a little tighter.

The servants, who usually ignored him, now flinched at his presence, whispering among themselves.

His sharp ears caught bits of their hushed conversations.

"They say he's cursed…"

"He turned that maid into an old hag just by touching her…"

"What if we get cursed too?"

Kyle's lips curled in amusement. It seemed the rumor about Ruby's fate had spread faster than expected.

Bruce, walking beside him, frowned.

"Young master, should I investigate this?"

Kyle shook his head.

"No need. I already know who's behind this."

Christan and Emily, of course.

His ever-so-loving siblings must have spread the rumors to isolate him further.

But Kyle was no longer the powerless cripple they thought he was. If they wanted to play games, he would humor them—on his terms.

As expected, they were quickly ushered deeper into the castle, toward a part that Kyle had not visited before.

Unlike the rest of the castle, this place felt… different.

The air was thick with divine energy, a sickeningly pure presence that made Kyle's skin crawl. He clenched his fists to suppress the urge to lash out.

This… this energy belongs to the gods.

The feeling made his stomach churn, but at the same time, something within him awoke.

A deep, buried part of him—the part that remembered—itched for revenge. His fingers twitched, yearning to grasp a weapon, to strike down the divine presence tainting the air.

Finally, they arrived.

In front of an ornate door stood Christan and Emily, both wearing carefully crafted expressions of concern.

"Kyle…Father has arranged for a small examination. Just to make sure you're… well."

Christan said, his voice smooth but insincere.

Emily nodded, her face the perfect mask of sympathy.

"We're only worried about you, dear brother."

Kyle almost laughed.

\\Worried? About me? They weren't even trying to be subtle anymore.'

He glanced at the door.

A trap.

They wanted him to step inside willingly, to be "examined"—which likely meant they had brought in some divine expert to diagnose him as "possessed" or worse.

Kyle knew better than to walk into an obvious ambush.

But still…

His fingers twitched again. The divine energy behind that door called to him, taunted him, as if daring him to come closer.

'Those fucking cowards are trying to control this world as well.'

The logical choice would be to refuse, to turn around and let his enemies scramble for a new plan.

But Kyle was not a man driven solely by logic.

He was driven by something deeper.

A thirst for revenge.

So he smiled, reached for the door, and pushed it open.

Inside, the air was thick with divine power, almost suffocating in its purity.

At the center of the room sat a priestess, her entire body cloaked in white. Even her face was hidden beneath a veil, but Kyle could sense her gaze on him.

She gestured to the seat in front of her.

"Please, sit."

Kyle remained standing, studying her instead.

She was weak.

Her divine energy was faint, barely enough to be considered a proper priestess.

But despite her lack of power, something about her presence irritated him. It was not fear or even anger—just a deep-rooted, instinctual hatred.

His hands twitched again.

The urge to draw a weapon, to cut her down, was almost unbearable.

The priestess tilted her head slightly, as if sensing his hostility.

"There is no need for violence, young lord."

Kyle forced himself to relax.

"I wasn't planning on it."

He lied smoothly.

She gestured to the seat once more.

"Then please, let me confirm that you are not afflicted by any dark forces."

Kyle smiled.

"Of course."

And he sat down.