Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 204: Ch : All up in Flames- Part 2

The flames roared louder with each second, consuming everything Racheal had called home.

But her only thought was Rin.

She didn't hesitate—she burst through the smoke-filled doorway, arms shielding her face as the heat clawed at her skin.

The crackle of burning wood, the crashing of debris, and the suffocating weight of smoke pressed against her from all sides. Still, she pushed forward.

'Please be okay… please be okay… '

She chanted internally.

She'd left for just a short while.

Who would do this? Who would set fire to their house and endanger her innocent little brother?

She never caused anyone trouble, never crossed the line. All she did was practice her ruins, tucked away quietly like a shadow.

And then she remembered.

People had always whispered behind her back.

Telling her to stop, to quit playing with magic she wasn't meant to wield.

"You're not an academy student." "What if something explodes?" "You'll bring disaster down on us all."

They'd told her to quit before she brought misfortune. And now…

"They actually did it…"

She whispered bitterly.

Fueled by rage and fear, she kept moving through the inferno, calling out for Rin until she finally heard a faint cough, followed by a weak voice.

"Sis…?"

She spotted him lying under a collapsed beam, his small body curled up. His skin was scorched, his shirt half-burnt.

Tears pricked her eyes as she rushed to his side.

"Rin!"

She cried, gripping him gently and pulling him close.

He looked up at her, eyes glassy from the heat.

"You shouldn't… be here… I'm just a burden now."

"Shut up."

Racheal hissed, using one of her emergency ruins to reinforce her legs and arms. With the enhanced strength, she lifted the beam, just enough to slide Rin out.

"I'm not giving up on you. Not now. Not ever."

The house creaked ominously above them. Smoke clogged her lungs as she summoned another ruin to reinforce her escape path.

Her inscriptions glowed faintly, barely holding together under the duress. But she didn't care. All that mattered was getting Rin out.

With a final push, she broke through the crumbling doorway and stumbled into the open, coughing and half-blind.

The onlookers still stood at a distance, none daring to come close. None offering help.

"Cowards."

She spat through clenched teeth.

Racheal laid Rin gently on the ground and tore off her cloak to wrap around him.

He was alive—but just barely.

Rachael looked at the flames behind her, then at the people who'd done nothing. And the rage began to boil over.

They were jealous.

They'd always been jealous. Of her skill, her talent.

They'd hated that someone without noble blood, without official training, could still accomplish something they never could.

And now her brother—her only family—had nearly died because of them.

She clenched her fists.

'They'll pay.'

But even as she thought that, she knew revenge wouldn't be easy.

She had no name, no standing, and now no home.

Who would help her stand against the nobles, the academy, the pompous rich who ruled the city with silent cruelty?

No one.

Her breath hitched, and she looked down at Rin's injured face. The fear, the pain. She couldn't let this be the end.

And before she realized it, her feet had already begun moving—past the stunned crowd, through the winding streets.

Her mind was racing, filled with hatred and helplessness, but her body had made a choice without her.

It wasn't until she stood in front of the building that she noticed where she'd gone.

"…Kyle?"

She whispered.

She could feel the faint pulse of his mana from within the building.

Subtle, calm, and unwavering. And it dawned on her—she had come here without thinking.

Because somewhere deep inside, she trusted him.

The same man who teased her, broke her best ruin, and barged into her life like a storm… was the only person who might help her now.

She hugged Rin tighter against her chest and stood before the door. freewёbnoνel.com

"I didn't know who else to turn to."

She whispered, swallowing her pride.

Then she knocked.

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Kyle opened the door with a slight frown, his eyes immediately landing on Racheal—and the charred streaks running across her arms.

The fabric of her clothing was scorched and clung to her skin in places where it had partially melted.

Her expression was pale, shaken, but what drew his gaze more than anything was the bundle in her arms.

Rin.

The boy's body was limp, his skin marred with burns and soot, and shallow, raspy breaths escaped his lips.

Kyle stepped aside without a word, allowing her in.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the quiet hum of mana within the building reacted to her presence, recognizing the urgency, sensing the weight she carried.

Kyle studied her face as she staggered in and gently laid her brother on the nearby couch.

He didn't ask what happened—he didn't need to. The burns. The soot. The broken look in her eyes. The image painted itself.

Still, he voiced the question that mattered.

"What do you intend to do now? Are you going to take revenge?"

Kyle asked, his voice low and devoid of judgment.

Racheal didn't answer immediately. Her eyes lingered on Rin's face, watching the rise and fall of his chest like it was the only thing tethering her to reality.

"I want to. I want nothing more than to make them suffer. All of them.""

She whispered, her voice cracking.

She bit her lip hard until she tasted iron.

"But I don't even know if I have the strength to keep going. If I'm being honest, I don't think I can do this alone anymore."

Kyle didn't respond right away. He watched her for a long moment before turning away and walking toward the other side of the room.

"Then let me help you."

Racheal's eyes widened slightly.

"What?"

"I can give you the strength to get what you want. Revenge. Power. Security. But there's a price."

He said plainly. She stiffened.

"You and your brother will belong to me. Your lives, your future—everything. You'll follow my orders for the rest of your life, and in exchange, I'll make sure no one dares lay a hand on either of you again."

Kyle continued.

Racheal stared at him in disbelief. Her hands trembled. The word belong felt like a chain tightening around her neck.

Her freedom, her will—was she really going to give it up?

But then her gaze shifted back to Rin.

She remembered the flames. The people who stood by and did nothing. The stench of burning flesh. The helplessness in his eyes.

And her decision crystallized.

"If I say yes…You'll help me get my revenge? You'll protect Rin?"

She murmured.

Kyle turned and met her gaze evenly.

"Yes. But once you give yourself to me, there's no turning back."

She closed her eyes.

And nodded.

"I swear. On my life, I vow to serve you—until the day I die."

She whispered.

A silence fell between them for a heartbeat.

Then Kyle stepped forward, his hand glowing faintly with a controlled pulse of mana.

"Place him on the bed."

Racheal did so with trembling hands, gently setting Rin down as Kyle approached. With a focused breath, Kyle placed his hand on the boy's chest.

Golden light radiated from his palm, weaving through Rin's body like threads, calming the erratic flow of life within him.

The wounds didn't vanish, but the boy's breathing steadied, and his color improved.

Kyle exhaled, his expression unreadable.

"He'll live. But he'll need a real healer—a talented one. I'll try to arrange for it later."

He said.

Racheal collapsed to her knees, overcome with relief.

"Thank you…"

But Kyle's face had turned cold.

"Rest for now. I have work to do."

He said.

Racheal looked up, her brows furrowed.

"Work?"