Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 126: Ch : Undercover Work - Part 3

"Wonderful. I'll be waiting."

He walked off, deliberately swaying just enough to fit the image, but his senses were still sharp.

The moment he turned away from the seller, he placed a subtle mana mark under the heel of his shoe, right by the threshold of the warehouse.

He'd know if anything moved or changed.

As he walked through the forest path, he could feel lingering attempts to affect him—soft pulses of mana from his surroundings, subtle waves from the herbs he had been exposed to.

Poisonous, yes. Dangerous, certainly.

But not refined enough to get past someone like him.

'He really thought I'd keel over like some sheltered noble brat.'

Kyle thought to himself, amused.

The seller's last words rang in his ear:

"I'll see you soon, young miss."

That was a promise. Or a threat. Likely both.

Kyle didn't react to it. He simply waved over his shoulder and called.

"I'll be looking forward to it! Don't disappoint me again!"

He left behind one very irate and very confused seller.

By the time Kyle returned to the Margrave's mansion, the sun was high.

His heels ached, and the skirt still felt too long.

As he entered through the back, brushing a few leaves off his borrowed wig, he bumped into someone coming around the corridor corner.

It was Silvy.

Her eyes locked with Kyle's face, then scanned his clothing. Her expression was blank.

Then it shifted into something confused, and then—

"...Who are you?"

She asked cautiously, blinking rapidly.

Kyle nearly choked on his laughter.

Instead, he stepped forward, smiling sweetly.

"Just someone who knows you well, Lady Silvy."

Silvy's face turned red almost instantly.

She staggered back a step.

"Wh-what?! H-how—how do you—?"

"I've been watching you."

Kyle added, just to mess with her further, voice low and playful.

Silvy's ears twitched violently as she stared at Kyle with a mix of horror and something suspiciously close to awe.

"I-I don't have time for this! I—uh—there's—Margrave! She's calling me!"

She blurted out, flustered.

With that, she turned and bolted down the hallway like a deer fleeing a predator.

Kyle stood in place, eyes narrowed slightly, and then chuckled under his breath.

"She didn't recognize me at all…"

He was tempted to run after her, just to see what other reactions he could get out of her, but he held back.

"Well, that sure was fun. For now… time to plan the next step."

He murmured, straightening his skirt with a dramatic sigh.

Queen, still flying overhead somewhere, probably sensed the chaos below and wisely chose to stay out of it. A traitor, as always.

But Kyle didn't mind. Things were falling into place. The seller had exposed himself, the warehouse had been marked, and now even the Margrave's staff might start slipping soon.

And as for Silvy… well, that little misunderstanding might end up being more fun than he expected.

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Silvy slammed the door to her room shut and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath.

Her heart was pounding so loud, she was sure someone would hear it echo through the halls.

"Traitor! You're not supposed to beat like this."

She muttered, placing a hand over her chest.

She hadn't even gotten the stranger's name.

All she did was lean in close and whisper a few vague words—but for Silvy, it had felt like a direct hit to the soul.

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Her cheeks were still warm. It made no sense.

The only other person who had ever made her heart act like this was—

"Nope. Not thinking about that."

She shook her head furiously, trying to dispel the thought.

Still, her uncertainty gnawed at her.

"I need proof."

She whispered to herself.

Without wasting another second, she marched out and found the nearest maid.

The poor girl had just been carrying a stack of linens when Silvy cornered her and pressed her back against the wall with both arms caging her in.

"Ah—Lady Silvy?"

The maid stammered, wide-eyed.

Silvy stared down at her, scanning every inch of the maid's face, watching for a flicker of emotion in her own heart.

...Nothing.

Just confusion and awkwardness.

Silvy sighed and stepped back, mumbling a quick apology before waving the maid off.

"Forget this happened."

"Yes, my lady."

The maid squeaked before scurrying away.

Silvy ran a hand through her hair, frustrated.

"So it really was just her…"

She gave up trying to make sense of it and decided food would help. She headed down to the dining room, her expression calm but her mind still in chaos.

When she arrived, Kyle was already seated, looking perfectly composed as always. She took the seat beside him, stealing a glance.

He gave her a soft smile.

And then she saw it—something was off.

Kyle's skin looked a bit more luminous than usual. His lips had a faint tint, and—

"...Are you wearing makeup?"

She asked before she could stop herself.

Kyle tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes, but didn't answer. His smile only deepened.

Silvy narrowed her eyes.

"That's not a no."

Kyle just picked up his spoon, cool and collected. His silence said everything and nothing.

Silvy leaned in, squinting suspiciously.

"You didn't… you wouldn't—"

She froze mid-thought, a horrified possibility flashing in her head.

'Could it be? Was that mysterious girl actually—?'

No. No way. That was ridiculous.

Still… she couldn't shake the sense that something was off. Her instincts screamed at her, but her mind refused to make the leap.

"I need sleep."

She muttered, sinking into her seat.

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Meanwhile, far away on a bumpy road, Melissa sat in a carriage with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her gaze flicked to the horizon.

"When do we arrive?"

She asked, trying to sound bored.

Bruce, holding the reins, glanced over his shoulder.

"By tomorrow. We'll be there before noon."

"I'm not worried."

She said.

Bruce smirked.

"You keep saying that."

Melissa huffed and looked away. But she couldn't stop her fingers from clenching slightly. Because deep down, she was worried.

Something about the way Kyle left, the danger he might be in, the fact that she wasn't at his side—none of it sat right with her.

And if something happened before she got there…

She didn't finish the thought.

All she could do now was wait.

'Young Master, please be alright. I am coming to help you out as soon as I can.'