Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

The mana between them surged again as Judicar raised one clawed hand skyward. Runes ignited across his arm, ancient symbols glowing gold with divine power.

"Binds of Justice!"

Chains of radiant light burst from the ground around Kyle's feet, wrapping around his limbs and torso.

The mana coiled like serpents, glowing with judgment, and forced Kyle to one knee. Each chain pulsed with divine memory.

"Let the weight of your sins be revealed. You will face every crime you've committed."

Judicar intoned, voice deep and resonant.

Images flashed before Kyle's eyes—villages burned in the crossfire, enemies cut down without hesitation, gods slain without mercy, choices made with brutal efficiency.

"You're a murderer, a deceiver, a breaker of divine law! You claim justice is blind, yet all you've ever done is spill blood in its name!"

Judicar snarled, stepping forward.

The chains tightened. The ground cracked beneath Kyle's knees.

But then—

Crack.

One of the bindings snapped.

Kyle raised his head, expression unchanged.

Judicar's eyes widened.

"What—?"

Crack. Crack.

Another chain burst apart as Kyle's mana surged like a tide. He stood slowly, golden threads of judgment peeling off his skin like ash blown away by the wind.

"You think these chains can hold me? You think your god's rules apply to me?"

Kyle asked calmly.

Judicar growled and summoned another wave.

"Second Binding—Judgment Unending!"

More chains erupted, faster and stronger than before. They lashed around Kyle's neck, arms, even his sword—trying to crush him under their weight. They burned like divine fire.

But again—

Kyle broke free.

Steel rang as he shattered the last binding and stepped forward, one hand gripping his sword, the other glowing with raw, searing mana.

Judicar staggered back, truly shaken now.

"How…? Why can't you be judged? You're a mortal!"

Kyle's gaze was cold and steady.

"Because power transcends everything."

The wind stilled.

"And if justice was real, your gods would be the first ones to fall."

Kyle continued,

His words cut deeper than any blade.

Judicar roared and charged, fury overwhelming reason. His claws glowed with divine light as he lunged for Kyle's throat.

Kyle moved like lightning.

He sidestepped, twisted behind the beast, and drove his sword through Judicar's back, pinning him to the earth with a thundering crash. The divine armor cracked under the pressure.

Judicar gasped, falling to his knees, coughing up golden blood.

Kyle stood over him, the blade still embedded.

But he didn't twist it.

He didn't finish it.

Silence settled.

Judicar's breath was ragged.

"Why don't you kill me?"

Kyle pulled the blade free and let it rest at his side.

"Because that would be mercy. And I don't give mercy to those who haven't earned it."

He said.

Judicar looked up at him, pain and confusion battling in his eyes.

"I don't expect you to believe me. But someday, when your god abandons you too, you'll remember what I said."

Kyle said.

He turned to walk away but paused after a few steps.

"Find the truth yourself. If you ever want to know what justice really is."

Their blades clashed again—but the force behind them had changed.

Kyle stepped forward, bringing his sword down with practiced precision.

Judicar blocked, claws sparking against steel, but there was no divine roar this time. No desperate lunge, no overwhelming fury.

Only rhythm.

A steady exchange of blows rang through the forest clearing—each one heavy, but lacking the lethal intent from before.

Kyle ducked beneath a swing and slashed across Judicar's ribs, drawing a shallow line of golden blood.

Judicar retaliated with a backhand swipe that Kyle deflected with the flat of his blade.

It was a fight in form, not spirit.

Both knew it.

"You've grown tired."

Judicar said between strikes, panting slightly.

"You haven't exactly been going for the kill either."

Kyle replied, sweeping his blade to the side and forcing distance. This соntеnt wаs first rеlеаsеd оn МV_LЕМРYR.

They stood apart, weapons lowered slightly.

Judicar's gaze lingered on Kyle.

"Why do you continue down this path? You're powerful, yes… but what are you really fighting for? Vengeance? Pride?"

Kyle didn't answer at first. The forest around them was still. The divine pressure had faded somewhat, and now only the wind moved—rustling the twisted trees like a whisper.

"I'm fighting because someone has to. Because people like me don't get the luxury of sitting back and watching gods decide who lives or dies."

Kyle said finally.

Judicar's expression was unreadable.

"There's still time to turn back. You've broken the shards. The monsters are gone. End it here."

Kyle looked at him, tired yet resolute.

"You too. You could walk away from this war. Stop being their pawn. You don't have to die for a god who won't even come to defend you."

The Judicar's hands slowly relaxed at his sides. His claws shimmered faintly before fading into silence.

A long pause.

Then the Judicar turned.

"I will return. Not as your enemy—unless you force my hand. But I'll be watching."

Kyle gave a faint nod.

"Then watch closely. Because I'm not done yet."

The Judicar glanced back one final time.

"Rethink your path, human. Not all battles are worth the cost."

Kyle met his eyes.

"You too."

And with that, the Judicar disappeared into the forest mist, leaving only silence behind.

The mist swallowed Judicar's form until only the echo of his footsteps remained—then even that faded.

The oppressive weight of divine mana lifted slightly, as if the forest itself had exhaled. Kyle stood alone once more, the air still crackling faintly from the power they had exchanged.

He sheathed his sword slowly, his hand lingering on the hilt.

"Rethink my path…?"

He murmured, almost to himself.

For a moment, he looked up at the sky through the twisted canopy—clouds still swirling unnaturally above, though no god descended. The silence wasn't peaceful. It was hollow.

He hadn't wanted to kill Judicar, not really. That fight had been something else—less a battle, more a crossroads. A final warning. From both of them.

Kyle turned back the way he came. His steps were steady, but heavy.

The shards were gone. The monsters had been silenced. But the war was far from over.

He'd expected the God of Justice to appear by now. To confront him. To demand retribution.

But there had been nothing.

Only silence.

Kyle frowned.

Was the god afraid?

Or was something worse at play?

As he moved through the distorted forest, his mind wandered—to Silvy, lying on her bed, breathing weaker by the hour… to Melissa and Bruce, likely still wounded from their battle… to the Grand Duchess, and the weight she carried beside him without ever asking for rest.

They had all followed him here. Fought with him. Bled for him.

And the enemy still hadn't shown himself.

"Coward."

Kyle muttered.

But deep down, he wasn't angry. He was angry.

He wanted to put an end to this oppression that they faced as humans.

Still, he knew better than to hope the silence would last.

The God of Justice would come eventually.

And when he did, Kyle would be ready.

The path ahead cleared, sunlight breaking faintly through the twisted canopy as Kyle emerged from the cursed forest. In the distance, he could sense his allies—still alive. Still waiting. He took a breath, steady and deep. The war wasn't over, but for now, he had bought them all time to breathe.