Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 65: Ch : Rabbit Hunt - Part 1

The head knight’s gaze was sharp as she studied Kyle, searching for any sign of hesitation in his stance.

"You really believe them?"

She asked, crossing her arms. Her voice was filled with disbelief at the fact that anyone would take the attacker’s side and defend them.

Had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have stopped the interrogation until the other side confessed and told them everything they knew.

Kyle didn’t even blink to second think what he had been told.

"I have no reason not to trust the attackers."

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Just like that? You’re trusting the words of bandits?"

Kyle sighed, looking bored already.

"I checked their sincerity myself, and I found no traces of them lying. I see no point in continuing to waste my time on them."

He said, waving a hand dismissively.

The head knight’s fingers twitched at her side.

She had no idea how Kyle was so confident in reading people, but that didn’t mean she trusted his judgment.

For all his intelligence, she found it naïve to take the words of criminals at face value.

Still, neither Bruce nor Melissa spoke up to question him.

Not a single hint of doubt crossed their faces.

The head knight exhaled slowly, forcing herself to let it go—for now.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t conduct her own interrogation when she got the chance.

’I can’t tell if this man is a genius or a fool. But whatever it is, I am aware of one thing - I cannot trust this man’s senses. I better check what happened myself once.’

Clearing her throat, she straightened her back and turned toward Kyle again.

"This sudden attack seems like a bother, so I would like to investigate it myself. We’ll need to stay here for another day to regroup."

She said.

Kyle shrugged.

"Alright."

That was it.

No complaints, no questions.

The head knight watched him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, but he seemed utterly unbothered.

Was nothing capable of ruffling him?

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After breakfast, Kyle pushed back his chair and stood up.

"I’m going to take a look around the town."

He announced.

Bruce and Melissa immediately perked up.

"We’ll go with you."

Bruce offered.

But Kyle shook his head.

"You two have time now, then use it to practice your control."

He said.

Melissa frowned.

"But—"

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Kyle gave her a look.

No more arguments.

Melissa groaned, slumping forward dramatically. Bruce, on the other hand, simply sighed, accepting their fate.

The pair grudgingly walked off toward the training grounds.

Kyle, however, grabbed Queen’s and set off through the village streets, letting his feet take him wherever his curiosity led.

Kyle’s stroll led him to a small gathering of villagers.

They stood in a tight circle, gripping their farming tools like weapons, their faces pinched with worry.

Curious, Kyle stepped closer.

He could feel the tension in the air, the heated discussion brewing between them.

"…That monster again?"

One of them muttered.

"It’s ruining our harvest. If this keeps up, we won’t have enough to last the season!"

Another villager growled.

Kyle’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

A monster?

"Didn’t the knights go after it?"

Someone else asked.

"They did! But that thing is smart. It keeps outwitting them."

The first villager sighed, running a hand down his face.

That caught Kyle’s attention.

A monster capable of outsmarting trained knights?

Interesting.

As the villagers continued debating what to do, Kyle stepped forward.

"Mind if I join you?"

The entire group froze.

Several pairs of eyes snapped toward Kyle, suspicious and wary.

And honestly, he couldn’t blame them.

Dressed in fine noble clothes, with a gleaming sword at his side, he stood out like a sore thumb in this rugged, simple town.

One of the older men narrowed his eyes.

"What’s a noble doing here?"

Another villager muttered.

"Probably just looking for entertainment."

Kyle didn’t take offense.

He merely reached for his sword, letting his fingers rest lightly on the hilt.

"I’m interested in this ’monster’ of yours. And I’m quite good with a sword."

He said.

The villagers exchanged uncertain looks.

A noble’s help? That usually meant trouble.

But then, they took another glance at his weapon—well-maintained, well-used—and hesitated.

Finally, the older man sighed and nodded.

"Fine. But don’t slow us down."

Kyle smirked.

"Oh, don’t worry. That won’t be a problem."

He said.

And with that, the hunt began.

Kyle stood at the edge of the fields, watching the villagers fidget in nervous anticipation.

They gripped their farming tools tightly, their eyes darting around, searching for the monster that had been terrorizing them.

Kyle, however, remained still.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment and focused.

His mana senses stretched outward, searching—

There.

A strong surge of mana pulsed nearby, far more potent than what should be expected of a simple animal.

Kyle’s eyes snapped open, and he turned toward Queen.

The hawk was flaying the air, but it was intelligent enough to have sensed it as well.

But when Kyle finally looked down, searching for the so-called monster…

His eyebrow twitched.

Because right in the middle of the field, a giant rabbit stood on its hind legs, nibbling on a stolen crop.

The massive creature—easily reaching Kyle’s thighs—had soft, silvery fur and sharp, intelligent eyes.

Kyle blinked.

"…A rabbit?"

Before he could even process the absurdity of it, the villagers sprang into action.

"There it is!"

One of them yelled.

"Kill it before it runs again!"

They rushed forward, swinging their weapons wildly.

But the rabbit?

It was faster than any of them.

With an effortless leap, it dodged every attack, darting between them like a blur of silver.

The villagers stumbled over each other, their frustration growing.

And then—to make matters worse—

The rabbit paused, turned its head… and smirked.

Kyle swore he saw it smirk.

Then, just as quickly, its gaze locked onto him, and its whole body tensed.

Gone was the playful arrogance.

Now, the rabbit looked… cautious. Agitated.

As if Kyle, alone, was the real threat.