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

For the first time in what felt like ages, the sky above the capital glimmered with calm.

No gods were falling. No portals tore through reality. No shrines burned. It was, at long last, peace.

Kyle exhaled as he leaned against the veranda rail of the Armstrong estate. The quietness of the estate felt almost foreign to him.

He had grown too used to the tension in the air, the ever-present hum of divine conflict. Now, it was the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds that filled the silence.

Behind him, footsteps approached, light and familiar.

Melissa stood beside him, her sharp eyes softened in the afternoon light.

"So, now that you've saved the world again… what's next?"

She began, arms folded.

Kyle let out a tired chuckle.

"Next? I intend to rest."

Melissa raised a brow.

"You? Rest?"

"Hard to believe, I know. But I don't exactly have a choice."

Kyle said, turning toward her.

Melissa tilted her head in curiosity.

"My body…It's starting to wear down. All the mana I've burned, the divine energy I've absorbed, and the strain of wielding power beyond what any human body was built to handle—it's all catching up to me."

Kyle said, voice quiet now.

Her eyes widened.

"Are you… hurt?"

"Not visibly. But I can feel it. My muscles tremble in stillness. My mana flow is becoming erratic. If I keep fighting like this without fixing it, I'll burn out—or worse."

Kyle admitted.

Melissa's fists clenched, but she said nothing.

"That's why I'm going to the Spring of Rebirth. A hidden pond buried deep in the mountains to the east. Said to be filled with pure, undistilled mana—mana that's existed since the world's creation. It can restore, purify, and evolve one's physical body if you survive the immersion."

Kyle continued.

Melissa's voice was low.

"Then I'm going with you."

Kyle smiled.

"You're not the only one who said that."

He turned and began walking back inside.

"Amana already is a consideration. So did Silvy. Bruce, too. I'm only taking a handful, though. The trip is dangerous. This isn't just a trek—this is a test. For all of us."

Melissa fell into step beside him.

"Then consider me tested."

Kyle gave her a glance.

"We'll leave after the harvest. The people need to stabilize first. Mikalius and Bruce will oversee the integration of the outworlders. The empire needs leadership. I can't afford to be here while I'm a liability to myself."

Melissa bit her lip.

"How long do you expect it'll take?"

"A few weeks to reach it. A few more to recover there. Assuming we're not ambushed by any desperate remnants of divine puppets on the way."

Kyle's voice was steady.

"Always the optimist."

She murmured.

He shrugged.

"I'd rather expect chaos than be surprised by it."

Preparations quietly began.

Word spread only among a trusted few—Amana, Melissa, Silvy, Bruce, and two elite guards from Kyle's personal unit. No announcements were made.

No crowds were summoned. The journey was to be a secret, both for security and personal reasons.

Amana stood beside Kyle in the study that night, fingers tracing a map of the eastern ranges.

"You're sure the Spring of Rebirth even still exists?"

She asked.

Kyle gave a faint nod.

"I followed an old legend. And found it once. Years ago, when I was still weak. I couldn't approach it back then. I was unworthy. But now, I believe I've earned my place there."

Amana turned to him.

"What if we don't come back?"

Kyle reached for her hand.

"Then we've failed. But we won't. I promise."

She didn't argue. She only pulled him into a brief, tight embrace.

"I trust you and I will keep trusting you. I'm sure you won't let us down."

___

In the throne room, Crown Prince Mikalius furrowed his brows as Bruce outlined the plans for restructuring the outworlders into something the empire could use.

"They're dangerous. Unstable. Wild."

Mikalius muttered.

"They're also scared, beaten, and have nowhere else to go. Give them structure, purpose, and consequences—and they'll fall in line."

Bruce replied evenly.

"And if they don't?"

Bruce gave a cold smile.

"Then we'll remind them whose world this is."

Mikalius exhaled and looked out the window.

"Kyle really left this mess in our hands."

Bruce crossed his arms.

"Would you rather he not rest? Because I saw the wounds he hides. If he collapses, we lose our greatest shield. I'll take babysitting these fools over that any day."

The prince was silent for a moment before nodding.

"Fine. But once the harvest is done, and the empire is calm, I'm going to start rebuilding the council. The gods may have fallen, but we still need a ruling system."

"Just don't ask Kyle to sit in meetings again. He hates those more than divine battles.""

Bruce grunted.

Both men shared a laugh—something rare between them.

Crown Prince Mikalius paced restlessly before stopping and turning sharply toward Bruce.

"We need to resolve the tension between the locals and the outworlders. Fast. If resentment festers, it won't matter how useful those outsiders become—they'll be killed in the streets, or they'll start another rebellion."

Bruce nodded.

"Agreed. I've already issued orders to keep them in isolated barracks under heavy supervision for now. But that's just a temporary solution."

Mikalius narrowed his eyes.

"Then let's give the people a reason to see them as allies, not invaders."

"You want to parade them around like heroes?"

Bruce asked, doubtful.

"No. I want them to earn their place visibly. We organize a massive rebuilding effort—farms, damaged towns, trade routes—and assign the outworlders as primary labor and protection forces. They'll be contributing directly to the lives of the people they once harmed."

Mikalius replied.

Bruce folded his arms, considering.

"Hard work, sweat, visible effort. It might be enough to soften the hatred."

"More than that. We'll assign them to work under commanders from the empire. Strict control. We'll publicize their service, not as penance, but as commitment to change."

Mikalius added.

"And if someone refuses?"

"Expulsion. Or execution. We won't let a few rogue elements ruin everything. But those who comply—those who work—will have a chance at a new identity."

the crown prince said flatly.

Bruce gave a slow nod.

"It's a solid plan. Not perfect, but manageable."

"We'll make it work. It's what Kyle would want. Integration with structure, not chaos."

Mikalius said.

Bruce sighed.

"Then we better start immediately. Before fear turns into something irreversible."

The crown prince moved to his desk and began drafting official orders.

Peace would not come easily.

But at least now, they had a plan.

Bruce leaned over the prince's shoulder, scanning the draft.

"We should also assign liaisons. People the outworlders can trust. Guides who speak their language, understand their confusion, and explain our customs."

Mikalius nodded.

"I'll speak with the royal scholars. We'll assemble a team who can translate and teach."

"And perhaps a public oath. Make them vow to protect this world with their lives."

Bruce added.

"A symbolic gesture, but one that might calm the masses."

Mikalius murmured.

He sealed the document with the royal crest and looked up.

"Let's give them a chance to be more than weapons."

he said.

"Let's give them purpose."