Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 63: Ch 61: How much can you handle? - Part 2

The Head Knight pressed forward, relentless.

Their duel had gone on far longer than expected, and to her frustration and delight, Kyle still hadn’t lost.

His technique was flawless, his footwork precise, and despite his weaker body, he kept adapting to her every attack.

She gritted her teeth.

’As much fun as I am having, I need to finish this fight. I cannot let my name be strained anymore than I have allowed it to be.’

She was a knight and the Grand Duchess Amanda herself—yet, no matter how hard she pushed, the battle remained at a stalemate.

It was infuriating.

Finally, she had enough.

For the first time, a sliver of her internal energy slipped out.

A mistake.

The moment her mana surged through her blade, Kyle’s sword cracked under the force.

His defense shattered.

And now, her sword was headed straight for his shoulder.

Her eyes widened.

She tried to hold back, to stop her blade—

But it was too late….or so she thought.

Before her sword could reach him, Kyle moved.

He didn’t dodge.

He didn’t step back.

He caught her blade— with his bare hand.

Steel met flesh.

Blood dripped onto the dirt.

The Head Knight froze.

Kyle’s fingers gripped the sharp edge of her sword, stopping it inches away from his shoulder.

Red painted the silver steel.

Yet Kyle didn’t flinch.

Didn’t wince.

Didn’t even look at his injury.

The Head Knight panicked.

She immediately pulled back, dropping her stance.

"You idiot! Why didn’t you dodge?!"

She snapped, grabbing Kyle’s bleeding hand.

Kyle tilted his head.

"I saw no reason to."

His voice was calm. Unbothered.

The Head Knight felt her stomach twist.

"This is not a ’small’ injury. You’re bleeding. What kind of fool blocks a sword with his hand?!""

She growled, tightening her grip on his wrist.

Kyle did not reply, but his silence felt like it was mocking the grand duchess.

She clicked ’her tongue.

’Moron. What good is a swordsman who loses his hand?’

Without another word, she dragged him away.

"Come on. We’re getting this looked at."

She snapped.

Kyle let her.

As they walked, the Head Knight felt her heart pounding.

Not just from guilt—

But from something else.

Something exciting.

For the first time, someone had actually matched her.

A worthy opponent.

She didn’t notice the slight blush spreading across her face.

But Kyle did.

And it only made him smirk wider.

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The Head Knight dragged Kyle through the streets with an iron grip, her movements quick and determined.

Kyle, for once, didn’t protest.

He let her pull him along, curious about how far she would go with her self-imposed sense of responsibility.

They soon arrived at a small clinic tucked between two larger buildings.

It looked modest, but Kyle could immediately tell from the faint traces of mana in the air that the doctor inside was no ordinary man.

The door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze and tired features stepped out.

The moment he saw Kyle’s bloodied hand, he sighed.

"Sit!"

The doctor ordered, already turning back toward the shelves to grab his medical kit.

Kyle took a seat, watching as the man moved effortlessly around the clinic, grabbing herbs and bandages.

The Head Knight stood to the side, arms crossed, but her shoulders were stiff.

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The doctor returned with his kit, took Kyle’s hand, and began cleaning the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

He asked.

Kyle tilted his head.

"It’s numb. The pain isn’t that bad. I could still fight if I needed to."

He admitted.

The doctor’s eyes narrowed.

"That’s exactly the kind of reckless answer I’d expect from an idiot. You young ones never take your bodies seriously."

He muttered.

Kyle chuckled.

The doctor finished disinfecting the wound before carefully wrapping it in clean bandages.

"This wound is clear—no major damage. Just don’t get it wet, and let it heal properly. I don’t want to see you back here because you tore it open."

The doctor said, tying the bandage in place.

Kyle nodded absently.

The truth was, he could heal this wound easily using mana.

If he focused, the tissue would mend in hours, not days.

But that would expose just how advanced his mana control was—something he had no intention of revealing yet.

So, he stayed silent.

The Head Knight, however, wasn’t done.

She turned to Kyle, her face set in a firm expression.

"Since I’m the reason you’re injured, I’ll be responsible for you until you recover."

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"There’s no need."

He replied, already sensing how persistent she could be.

But the Head Knight crossed her arms.

"I refuse to take no for an answer."

Kyle sighed.

She’s stubborn.

But was it really worth arguing about?

In the end, he simply shrugged.

"Fine. Do as you please."

The Head Knight nodded, satisfied.

And with that, they left the clinic.

When they returned to the inn, Bruce and Melissa were already waiting.

The moment Bruce saw Kyle’s bandaged hand, his eyes widened in shock.

"Young Master! You’re hurt?!"

Bruce exclaimed.

Kyle waved him off.

"It’s nothing serious."

But Bruce still looked uneasy.

Kyle rarely—if ever—got injured. Seeing him like this was unnerving.

Melissa, however, wasn’t so easily fooled.

Her sharp instincts immediately kicked in.

She glanced at Kyle’s hand, then at the Head Knight.

Her eyes narrowed.

The realization hit her instantly.

’The head knight…did this.’

Melissa’s fingers twitched, and for a moment, her body tensed as if ready to fight.

Then, she caught herself.

’Calm down, Melissa.’

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.

Still, she couldn’t shake the irritation growing in her chest.

She’d spent so much time training under Kyle, following his orders, watching over him—yet, the Head Knight had already gotten close enough to wound him.

It didn’t sit right with her.

Her eyes flickered to the Head Knight, and for just a second—

—her glare was ice cold.

But the moment passed, and she quickly looked away, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Still, deep inside, she knew—

She did not trust this knight.

And she would watch her carefully.