Reborn with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

'I…did I just get rejected? Me? Rose Adam? The flower of society? How can anyone say no to me?'

Rose stood frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat as Kyle's simple rejection echoed in her mind. Leave. No one's stopping you.

It was the exact opposite of what she had expected. 

She had come here, confident that Kyle—weak, useless Kyle—would cling to the engagement, beg her to reconsider, or at least put up some kind of fight.

Instead, he had brushed her off as if she were nothing more than a passing nuisance. She had not even gotten a chance to reject Kyle herself.

Her fingers trembled slightly, her pride warring with the shock that refused to let her move.

A voice suddenly called out to her, snapping her back to reality. 

"Lady Rose!"

The butler, an older man with a perpetually worried expression, hurried toward her. His gaze flickered toward Kyle, who had already turned away, disinterested, before looking back at Rose.

"Lady Rose, this is no place for a refined noblewoman such as yourself. Allow me to escort you inside. Also, please do not take Young Master's words to heart. He's going through a rough patch right now.." 

The butler said quickly, bowing slightly. 

Still dazed, Rose allowed herself to be guided without resistance. She moved as if in a dream, her thoughts swirling, unable to fully process what had just happened.

By the time she reached the guest chambers, the weight of embarrassment settled deep in her chest. 

Her mind kept replaying Kyle's indifferent expression, the way he had dismissed her without hesitation.

She had thought herself above him—she still did—but why did it feel like she had been the one humiliated?

Dinner that evening was uncomfortable.

The Armstrong family dined together in their opulent hall, the long table adorned with candlelight and fine silverware. Rose was seated near the head of the table, beside Kyle's empty seat.

She barely touched her food. She could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, but she kept her gaze fixed downward, unwilling to meet them.

It was Emelia Armstrong, the second-born daughter of the family, who finally broke the silence. 

She was a striking woman with golden curls and a cunning glint in her blue eyes, her tone light yet sharp.

"Lady Rose, it's truly wonderful to have you here. I believe your presence will do wonders for correcting Kyle's poor temperament. Perhaps now, we'll finally have someone who can control him." 

Emelia said with a smile. 

Rose stiffened.

Control him? Did they truly think she was here to tame him like some kind of wild animal?

She forced a polite smile onto her face.

"I… appreciate your confidence in me."

Emelia giggled, clearly amused. 

"Well, it's only natural. The Armstrong name carries great expectations, after all. I'm sure you'll do your best."

The entire conversation made Rose's stomach churn. 

Here she was, sitting among Kyle's family, pretending as if their engagement was still intact when, in reality, he had already rejected her. It was humiliating.

But at the same time…

Her gaze flickered toward the other nobles seated around the table, all influential figures within the Armstrong household. 

If she played her cards right, she could still gain something from this. 

Even if her engagement to Kyle was already doomed, staying here and fostering connections could prove useful in the long run.

So, Rose endured this mental torture and continued to sit still while others talked around her.

She smiled when necessary, spoke only when addressed, and nodded at the right moments. But deep inside, her pride burned with resentment.

As soon as the meal ended, she excused herself quickly, eager to retreat to the privacy of her chambers.

On her way back to her room, she caught sight of something unusual.

Through the open courtyard, she saw Kyle, alone, training with a sword.

The moonlight bathed his figure in silver, highlighting the sharp movements of his blade as he practiced his swings with precise, controlled motions. His shirt clung to his frame, damp with sweat, while his breathing came in slow, steady rhythms.

Rose halted in her steps, her eyes widening slightly.

Kyle was… training?

She had assumed he was completely worthless—an incompetent fool who was too weak to ever be taken seriously. Yet, here he was, working tirelessly, his expression one of intense focus.

For a brief moment, something stirred in her chest—a strange mixture of curiosity and unease.

But then, shame crept back in.

Why was she even watching him?

Kyle had already dismissed her without a second thought. He didn't care about her. And she—she didn't care about him either.

With that thought firmly in her mind, Rose quickly turned and hurried to her chambers, unwilling to let herself be drawn into anything concerning Kyle Armstrong.

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Kyle had sensed Rose the moment she arrived.

He could feel her presence lingering near the courtyard, her energy barely noticeable, yet still a distraction.

But he chose to ignore it.

She was insignificant to his development.

His focus remained on his training. He had spent hours refining his movements, adjusting to his current body's limits, and pushing himself beyond them. His grip on the sword tightened, his muscles aching but his spirit relentless.

Then, suddenly—

[Swordsman Talent Level 1 Unlocked.]

A small notification flashed within his mind.

Kyle paused, exhaling slowly as a smirk ghosted over his lips.

'Finally.'

This was only the beginning, but it was a crucial step.

He could feel the shift in his body, the slow but undeniable progress. His techniques were returning to him, his body was beginning to respond as it should, and soon… soon, he would no longer be bound by weakness.

Satisfied, he finally set his sword down and stretched his sore limbs.

The air was cool and crisp, the faint scent of night-blooming flowers lingering in the courtyard. For a moment, Kyle simply stood there, enjoying the stillness.

Then, without a second glance toward where Rose had been watching him, he turned and made his way back to his room.

Tomorrow, his true training would begin.

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I'll try to update 2 ch/day.