Reborn with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Kyle stepped through the grand entrance of the Armstrong estate, the cool air inside a stark contrast to the bustling heat of the village. 

His steps were unhurried, his mind still occupied with the sights and events of the day, but before he could retreat to his room for some much-needed rest, his ever-dutiful butler, Bernard, approached him with a troubled expression.

"Young Master Kyle, you must see Lord Armstrong immediately." 

Bernard said urgently, falling into step beside him.

Kyle barely spared him a glance.

"I'm tired. I'll see him when I feel like it."

Kyle was not tied. He was…just not in a mood to meet the person this body called 'Father' right now.

Bernard visibly tensed but did not falter.

"Forgive me, Young Master, but I must insist. Lord Armstrong is already displeased. If you refuse to see him now, he may lose all patience and disinherit you."

Kyle finally stopped walking, turning his head slightly to meet Bernard's concerned gaze. 

"And? Am I supposed to be afraid of that?" 

His voice was calm, almost indifferent. Unlike the real owner of this body, Kyle was confident enough to survive, even if he was abandoned. This confidence helped him make his decisions.

The butler's eyes widened slightly at Kyle's complete lack of concern. He had expected resistance, but not this cold defiance. 

"Young Master, this is about your engagement—"

Kyle sighed, rubbing his temple. 

"Then let's put an end to this ridiculous topic once and for all."

The only reason Kyle decided to accept this talk was because he knew the butler would continue to annoy him otherwise.

Without waiting for Bernard's reply, Kyle turned and strode toward his father's study, his steps steady, his mind already prepared for whatever argument was about to unfold.

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The door to Lord Armstrong's study was open and Kyle quickly walked inside and sat on the chair. As soon as he did, Kyle leaned back to avoid the hand reaching out for his face. 

Lord Armstrong fully intended to knock some sense into Kyle, but the younger had avoided that fate because of his incredible instincts.

Kyle barely spared his father's outstretched hand a glance, his expression remaining neutral even as the force of the missed strike stirred the air.

Lord Armstrong's face twisted in fury at the failed attempt, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to take another swing but restrained himself at the last moment.

Kyle, still reclining slightly from his evasive movement, slowly straightened in his chair, his sharp eyes locking onto his father's with a quiet, unreadable intensity. 

The tension in the room was thick, suffocating, pressing down like a heavy weight between them.

"Is that how you greet your son now?" 

Kyle asked, his tone light, almost mocking.

Lord Armstrong clenched his jaw, the muscles twitching in irritation.

"You insolent brat. You've done nothing but bring shame to this family, and now you dare to act as if you hold any authority?" 

The older man hissed. 

Kyle tilted his head slightly, his expression still unreadable. 

"I wasn't aware that declining an engagement warranted being struck."

Kyle met his father's glare without hesitation. 

"I have no intention of marrying someone I don't care for. And as it turns out, Lady Rose Adam felt the same way. She was the one who wanted to end the engagement. I merely agreed." 

He replied simply, his tone carrying no room for debate. 

Lord Armstrong's jaw tightened. 

"Even so, the engagement was an arrangement between families. It is not your place to make such decisions."

Kyle allowed a small, amused smile to appear on his lips. 

"Actually, I've already handled it. I sent a formal letter to the Adam household, informing them that I consider the engagement nullified."

There was a beat of silence.

Then, Lord Armstrong's face turned red with rage. His chair scraped against the floor as he shot up to his feet, his fists trembling.

"You—sent—a—letter? Under whose authority?" 

He thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. 

Kyle tilted his head slightly, his smile never wavering. 

"My own."

Lord Armstrong looked as though he wanted to strike him again, but something in Kyle's gaze made him hesitate. 

This wasn't the timid, useless son he had grown used to berating. The young man in front of him was different—unyielding, confident, and no longer afraid of him.

That realization only fueled his anger. 

"You are nothing but an arrogant fool. If you continue down this path, I will have no choice but to send you to war." 

Lord Armstrong spat. 

Kyle leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table between them. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something dangerous. 

"Good. Send me." 

He said, his voice calm, yet filled with an unsettling certainty. 

Lord Armstrong blinked, taken aback. 

He had expected Kyle to plead, to back down, to panic at the thought of being sent to war. Instead, his son looked... satisfied. Even eager.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features, but he quickly covered it with a scoff.

"You wouldn't last a day. You, who has spent his whole life as a disgrace—what makes you think you'll survive the battlefield?" 

He sneered. 

Kyle shrugged.

"I guess we'll see."

Lord Armstrong clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing as he studied his son. Something was wrong—very wrong. This was not the weak, cowardly boy he had once known. 

There was a new fire in Kyle's eyes, something that unsettled him.

But if this was what his son wanted, then so be it.

"Fine. Prepare yourself. You'll be leaving for the front lines soon."

Lord Armstrong said at last, his voice sharp. 

Kyle gave him a short nod, then stood, turning toward the door without another word.

As he reached for the handle, Lord Armstrong's voice rang out once more.

"You're making a mistake, Kyle."

Kyle paused but did not turn around. 

"No, I think this is the best decision I've made in a long time." 

He said quietly. 

With that, he stepped out of the study, leaving his father behind in seething silence.