Reborn with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Lady Rose Adam stormed through the grand, marble-floored hallways of her family estate, her heels clicking against the polished surface with sharp intensity.

Her dress, an elegant cascade of crimson and gold embroidery, fluttered violently with each furious step she took. 

'How dare father do this to me?'

Lady Rose's anger boiled over as she pushed open the heavy oak doors of her father's study without knocking. 

The loud bang of the doors hitting the walls startled the older man inside, but he didn't look up from the documents spread across his desk. 

Instead, he calmly set his quill down and leaned back in his chair, regarding his daughter with an unreadable expression.

"Why? Why would you humiliate me like this? Of all people, you engaged me to the most foolish, most useless noble I have ever met!" 

Rose demanded, her voice sharp. 

Lord Adam sighed and rubbed his temples as if he had anticipated this outburst. 

"Rose, calm yourself." 

He said in a measured tone.

But Rose's fury only grew. 

"Calm myself? How can I? Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is? I am the flower of local high society, the most sought-after lady in the kingdom! I deserve better than—than Kyle Armstrong!"

Her father studied her for a moment, then nodded. 

"You're right."

Rose blinked, caught off guard. 

"I… what?"

"You do deserve better. Which is why, originally, I wanted you engaged to Christan Armstrong." 

He folded his hands on his desk. 

Rose frowned.

"Christan?"

"Yes. The eldest son of Lord Armstrong. A respectable heir with a solid standing. However, he was already engaged to another. Lord Armstrong proposed a match with his younger son instead, and since I was the one who extended the invitation for this union, I could not reject it without causing offense." 

Lord Adam exhaled.

Rose clenched her fists.

"So I'm supposed to just accept this? To be shackled to that pathetic excuse of a nobleman?"

Her father's voice turned firm.

"For now, yes. This engagement is politically beneficial to our family, and I will not allow you to act recklessly."

But Rose wasn't listening anymore. 

"No! If I can't refuse this engagement, then I'll make that fool do it for me." 

She muttered to herself. 

With that thought solidified in her mind, she turned on her heel and marched out of the study, ignoring her father's calls for her to return.

______

Back in the Armstrong estate, Kyle stood in front of his bedroom window, gazing at the sprawling gardens below. 

His mind was occupied with his recent training, the slow but steady increase of his strength, and his growing understanding of mana in this world.

A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. The butler entered cautiously, as if debating whether or not to disturb his young master.

"Young Master, I bring news." 

The butler cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. 

"Your fiancée, Lady Rose Adam, will be visiting tomorrow. The household expects you to receive her properly. Please ensure you are presentable for her arrival."

Kyle barely reacted. He simply blinked at the butler, processing the words with complete disinterest.

A long silence stretched between them.

The butler hesitated before continuing. 

"Young Master…?"

Kyle turned away from the window and began walking past the butler without a word.

Alarmed by his lack of response, the butler quickly followed after him, his voice laced with worry. 

"Young Master, did you hear me? Lady Rose Adam is coming tomorrow. You must—"

Kyle zoned out again, his mind drifting elsewhere. 

'A fiancée? What a hassle.'

The butler, mistaking his silence for unease, swallowed nervously. 

"Young Master, I understand that you may not be thrilled about this meeting, but please be mindful. Lady Rose is known for her beauty and sharp tongue, and she—"

Kyle lifted a hand, signaling for the butler to stop talking.

"I don't care. I will deal with her when she arrives." 

He said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. 

The butler paled. 

"Young Master, that attitude—"

But Kyle had already left the room.

The butler sighed, rubbing his forehead. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster.

The following morning, the Armstrong estate was bustling with activity. 

Servants hurried through the halls, preparing the grand sitting room where Lady Rose would be welcomed. 

Elegant floral arrangements were placed on tables, fresh tea was brewed, and an assortment of sweets was prepared—all in honor of the young lady's visit.

Kyle, however, did not share the same enthusiasm.

He sat alone in the training yard, his body wrapped in a thin layer of sweat from his early morning exercises. 

Dressed in simple training robes, he had no intention of dressing up or putting on any noble airs.

He had barely finished his warm-up when a carriage arrived at the estate gates.

From within, Lady Rose Adam stepped out, radiant in a lavish emerald dress that complimented her fiery red hair. 

Her sharp green eyes scanned the surroundings with a critical gaze, her lips curving slightly downward in disapproval.

"So this is where I'm expected to marry into? How unimpressive."

She muttered under her breath. 

A servant rushed to greet her, bowing deeply. 

"Lady Rose, we are honored to receive you. The Young Master is waiting inside—"

"No need. I'll find him myself" 

Rose cut in sharply. 

The servant blinked in confusion, but before he could protest, Rose had already started marching across the estate.

It didn't take her long to spot Kyle—seated on a stone bench near the training grounds, calmly drinking a cup of water as if he had not a single care in the world.

She approached, her presence demanding attention. 

"Kyle Armstrong!"

Kyle glanced up lazily, his blue eyes unreadable as he took another sip of water.

"So, you're the useless fiancé I've been given. You're even worse than I expected."

Rose crossed her arms, her voice laced with contempt. 

Kyle placed his cup down, tilting his head slightly.

"And you're louder than I expected."

Rose's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Listen to me carefully. I have no intention of marrying you. I refuse to be tied down to a man who is known as the disgrace of his family." 

She said, stepping closer. 

Kyle raised a brow, unimpressed. 

"Then leave."

Rose faltered. 

"What?"

Kyle shrugged. 

"If you don't want this engagement, then just leave. No one's stopping you."

Rose's lips parted, but no words came out. 

She had expected Kyle to argue, to try and hold onto the engagement out of desperation or pride. But instead, he was… completely indifferent?

For the first time since arriving, a strange uncertainty settled in her chest.

Kyle, seeing her momentary hesitation, picked up his water cup again and took another slow sip.

"You're still here." 

He observed. 

Rose's fingers clenched against her arms.

Why, indeed?