Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 28: Ch : Weight of a Mistake- Part 2

Kyle's words were spoken softly. But the weight behind them sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

The soldiers who had been watching in stunned silence tensed.

Even Lancelot felt a cold prickle run down his spine.

Kyle's tone wasn't angry. He wasn't yelling. He wasn't throwing a tantrum.

He was just stating a fact.

And that was what made it so terrifying.

Bernard looked at Kyle, concern flickering in his eyes.

Lancelot opened his mouth to speak but hesitated.

Because for the first time since Kyle had arrived at the training grounds...

He realized that he had no idea what the young master was truly thinking.

A heavy silence settled over the training grounds, thick with tension and uncertainty.

Kyle's unforgiving declaration had left everyone on edge, and the first to react was Butler Bernard. His face twisted in distress, his eyes filled with both sorrow and anger.

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"Young Master..."

Bernard practically whimpered, his voice trembling. His expression made it look as though Kyle was the one suffering injustice, rather than Bruce.

"If you cannot forgive, then we have no choice but to punish this criminal accordingly!"

Bruce stiffened, his breath caught in his throat.

That single sentence sealed his fate.

There would be no mercy.

The reality of his situation came crashing down on him. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.

If Kyle truly refused to forgive, then there was no escape for him.

His reputation was already in ruins. But punishment from the noble family would be worse than mere dismissal.

It could mean imprisonment.

It could mean banishment.

Or in the worst-case scenario...

It could mean death.

Bruce wanted to plead for his life, but he couldn't even find the words. His pride had already been crushed—begging for forgiveness now would only humiliate him further.

The one who reacted on Bruce's behalf was Guard Captain Lancelot.

With a heavy heart, he bowed his head deeply to Kyle.

"Young Master, I will take full responsibility for Bruce's actions. Please, reconsider."

He said, his tone heavy with desperation.

Kyle remained expressionless. His gaze was sharp, cold, unreadable.

Lancelot felt a chill creep up his spine.

"Bruce has a bright future ahead of him. He made a mistake, but he is still a valuable soldier. I will personally ensure that he never acts out of line again. Please... grant him mercy."

Lancelot continued, pushing past his unease.

The guard captain's sincere plea hung in the air.

But Kyle looked bored.

Lancelot grimaced.

That look—so detached, so uncaring—it wasn't normal.

The captain realized with a sinking feeling that Kyle wasn't just playing politics.

He truly did not care about Bruce's potential, his future, or his past loyalty to the guards.

The young master saw no value in him anymore.

Lancelot felt a wave of dread.

He knew that if Kyle rejected his plea outright, Bruce was finished.

If he had to, Lancelot was even prepared to take this matter to Lord Armstrong.

He was ready to resign from his own position in exchange for Bruce's life.

But before he could make that declaration—

Kyle finally spoke.

"I have a different proposal for him. Don't worry! I am not an unreasonable person. I am a pacifist."

The words sent a shiver through everyone present.

Their bodies tensed, and their minds raced with the same question—

'What is this madman up to now?'

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Bruce stared at Kyle, his expression filled with suspicion.

He had no idea what the young master truly wanted from him.

But one thing was certain—he had no power to refuse.

His life was already in Kyle's hands.

Bruce swallowed his pride and bowed his head, knowing he had to choose his words carefully.

"I am willing to do anything in exchange for my life."

Kyle's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

"Anything, huh?"

He murmured.

Then, without hesitation, he turned to Guard Captain Lancelot and made his announcement.

"From this day forward, Bruce is one of my men. No one else is allowed to approach him."

Silence.

Lancelot's eyes widened in shock.

The other soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.

Even Butler Bernard was momentarily speechless.

Kyle's words weren't a request.

They were an order.

Lancelot, still trying to make sense of the situation, took a step forward.

"Young Master, I understand that Bruce made a mistake, but taking him away from the guards is—"

Before he could finish, Melissa moved.

Fast.

With a sharp clank, her sword was drawn, and in the next second, she stood between Kyle and the others.

Her piercing gaze locked onto Lancelot, burning with fierce determination.

The intensity in her fiery eyes made everyone instinctively step back.

It was a warning.

A silent threat.

Do not question Kyle.

For a moment, Lancelot and the rest of the soldiers hesitated.

No one had expected this level of loyalty from Melissa.

She had once been nothing more than a slave, yet now, she was willing to draw her blade against trained guards for Kyle's sake.

The air grew tense.

But before it could escalate further, Kyle placed a hand on Melissa's shoulder.

A silent command.

Melissa immediately lowered her sword, stepping back without question.

Kyle's gaze returned to Lancelot. His tone was calm, but cold.

"I was not making a suggestion."

Lancelot felt a chill run down his spine.

"Bruce has two choices - Swear his life to me... or face the consequences of his actions."

Kyle continued.

Bruce's body tensed.

Even without Kyle saying it outright, Bruce understood what the consequences would be.

There was no going back.

He had already lost his honor.

If he rejected Kyle's offer, then there was no place left for him in the guards.

There would be no mercy from the noble family.

Bruce gritted his teeth.

He hated the idea of serving someone.

But he hated death more.

Slowly, Bruce knelt on one knee and lowered his head before Kyle.

"I swear on my life to serve you, Young Master Kyle. From this day forward, I am yours to command."

he said, his voice steady despite the humiliation burning inside him.

A binding vow.