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Silence hung thick in the air after Kyle's words. No one could muster the nerve to question him.

After all, these words were not what they expected a useless and careless person like Kyle Armstrong to say.

Even though his explanation was blunt and unapologetic, no one had a strong enough counterargument to challenge him. 

The atmosphere grew tense, heavy with uncertainty as everyone in the room tried to process what had just happened.

And then—

Of course—

Christan had to speak.

"This is ridiculous! Are we really just going to let this slide?!"

Christan burst out, his voice sharp with frustration. 

His gaze darted toward their father, searching for support.

"Father, what Kyle did was completely unacceptable! He acted out of line and attacked his own family's guards! We can't just ignore this—he should be punished!"

His words were filled with righteous indignation, his chest rising and falling as if he truly believed he had the moral high ground.

But—

Lord Armstrong did not answer immediately.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward Kyle, his expression unreadable.

"Kyle, Was it truly you who dealt with these guards?"

The Lord said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. 

Kyle met his father's eyes calmly, unfazed by the disbelief evident in his tone.

"YeS."

Kyle answered without hesitation.

The Lord shook his head.

"There should be a limit to your jesting." 

He said simply.

Kyle raised a brow, waiting for an elaboration.

The Lord sighed, as if exasperated by having to entertain this conversation any longer.

"Kyle. Do not lie to me again."

He said, voice firm, final. 

The words were spoken with such certainty—such absolute conviction—that for a brief second, Kyle almost found it amusing.

'Ah, so this is how shallow his understanding is.' 

Kyle thought, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. 

The Lord genuinely believed that Kyle was incapable of doing what he had just done.

Not because of lack of evidence. Not because of some logical flaw in Kyle's explanation.

But because, in his mind, the Kyle he knew was simply too weak.

And it didn't matter how much the facts contradicted that belief—

He refused to see it.

Kyle found himself chuckling softly under his breath.

This world's understanding of mana, of strength, of true power—it was utterly laughable.

"You don't believe me?" 

Kyle asked, his tone holding an edge of amusement.

The Lord gave him a pointed look.

"There is no way you did this. No matter what nonsense you claim." 

He stated, gesturing toward the unconscious men. 

Kyle tilted his head, his smirk widening.

"Well then, why don't you try me? If you fight me, then all your doubts will become clear, right?" 

He said, voice light but carrying a sharpness underneath. 

The room stilled.

Christan's eyes widened. The guards stiffened. Even some of the servants, who had been lurking at the edges of the room, seemed caught off guard by the sheer boldness of Kyle's words.

Lord Armstrong's expression hardened.

"There is no need for such foolishness. You do not need to act out like this, Kyle. Whatever you are trying to prove, it is pointless. There is no reason for you to—"

He said dismissively. 

Kyle cut him off.

"Fine! Then there's no point in me staying here, either."

He said, rolling his shoulders lazily. 

He turned toward the door, walking away without hesitation.

"I'll have dinner in my own room. Since it seems I'm not needed in the common hall." 

Kyle called over his shoulder. 

The finality in his words left no room for argument.

Christan watched Kyle's retreating back, his face contorted in a mix of disbelief and outrage.

"That fool has lost his mind…"

Christan muttered under his breath.

Kyle didn't bother responding.

But just as he was about to step past the threshold of the dining hall, his father's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Kyle."

He paused, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment but not bothering to turn around.

Lord Armstrong's tone was calm but held an undercurrent of authority.

"Behave yourself. And keep yourself presentable. Lady Rose Adam will be visiting soon." 

He said. 

Kyle did not react.

At least, not outwardly.

Instead, without answering or questioning further, he simply walked out.

The moment he stepped outside the dining hall, his butler practically sprinted toward him, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to catch up.

"Young Master! A-Are you alright?! Did anything happen? Did they—"

The butler called, his face filled with nervous energy. 

Kyle held up a hand, stopping him mid-panicked ramble.

"I'm fine." 

He said evenly.

The butler exhaled in relief, but his expression remained tense.

Kyle took a moment before finally asking—

"…Who is Lady Rose Adam?"

The butler stiffened, looking taken aback by the question.

"Young Master…Lady Rose Adam is… your fiancée." 

He said slowly, as if making sure he had heard correctly. 

Kyle blinked once.

The butler took his reaction as a sign to elaborate quickly, his words spilling out with urgency.

"She is from the prestigious Adam family—one of the most powerful noble families in the empire! She is widely known for her beauty, intelligence, and grace! Many noblemen would give anything to be engaged to her, but it is you who is her fiancé!" 

he explained, his tone filled with reverence. 

Kyle remained silent for a moment.

Then, after a few seconds—

"…Huh."

The butler looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to express excitement or ask further questions.

But Kyle only offered a half-hearted shrug.

"Not interested." 

He said simply.

The butler nearly tripped over his own feet.

"B-But Young Master! She is Lady Rose Adam! Surely, you must—" 

He sputtered. 

"I don't care."

Kyle said, his tone flat.

The butler gaped at him, looking like he was about to faint from sheer shock.

Kyle sighed.

It wasn't that he had zero curiosity about this so-called fiancée.

But in the grand scheme of things—

Did it really matter?

He had far bigger priorities than some noble engagement.

And besides—

If this Lady Rose Adam was anything like the rest of the nobility he had seen so far…

She probably wasn't worth his time anyway.