Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 201: Ch : My Master Can- Part 1

Chapter 201: Ch 201: My Master Can- Part 1

Racheal turned toward Kyle with hesitation clouding her eyes.

“Give me a moment. I’ll join you shortly.”

She half expected resistance, a barked order to stay in sight, or worse, the silent presence of Queen shadowing her every step.

But Kyle merely nodded, his arms folded, expression unreadable.

“Don’t take too long. I’ll wait out here.”

He said, voice calm and casual, as though they were discussing a walk through the park rather than an agreement born from desperation.

That easy confidence—so assured and still—sent a chill down Racheal’s spine.

It wasn’t arrogance. It was conviction. A subtle, terrifying reminder that any idea of fleeing with her brother would be useless.

He’d find them. There’d be no escape.

She gave him a stiff nod and walked back inside, closing the door behind her.

Her fingers clenched around the wood for a second before she turned and made her way toward the hidden compartment tucked beneath the floor.

A shimmer of mana marked the ruin’s edge, and with a flick of her fingers, it peeled open.

Inside, her younger brother stirred, groggy from the earlier spell that had forced him to sleep.

“Racheal? What’s going on?”

Rin rubbed his eyes.

She crouched beside him and ran a hand gently through his tousled hair.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I’m just heading out for a bit.”

His brow furrowed.

“Is it… because of earlier? Are you in trouble because of me?”

Her chest tightened, but she forced a smile.

“No, Rin. It’s not like that. I promise.”

“You’re lying. It’s always like that.”

His voice trembled, just slightly.

“Rin.” Her voice softened, but there was an edge of warning in it now.

“Listen to me. I just need you to stay here and be calm, alright? No experiments, no ruins, no wandering around. Just rest. I’ll be back soon.”

He looked at her with those too-wise eyes for a child, and finally nodded.

“Okay. But come back soon.”

“I will,” she promised, and with one last look, she sealed the compartment again.

When she stepped out, Kyle hadn’t moved from his spot.

“I’m ready.”

Racheal said, her voice stronger now. She wore a long travel cloak over her working clothes, and her mana was drawn in tight around her body, ready for anything.

Kyle gave her a once-over.

“You’re nervous.”

“Of course I’m nervous. My master isn’t… the friendliest person. In fact, she’s quite misunderstood. If you go in with certain expectations, you’ll likely be disappointed. Or angry.”

She shot back.

Kyle started walking, and Racheal fell into step beside him.

“She doesn’t like nobles. She hates formality. She’ll likely treat you like dirt unless you prove yourself. And even then, she’s not exactly warm. She’s not like me.”

Racheal went on.

Kyle chuckled faintly.

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m warning you so you don’t do something stupid. If you want her help, you have to deal with her rules. She’s not just skilled—she’s one of the last true ruin artists who hasn’t been bought out by noble families.”

That caught Kyle’s interest more than any threat could.

“She’s unaffiliated?”

“Completely. She doesn’t sell her work. Doesn’t answer to anyone. You’ll only get her help if she feels like it.”

Kyle smirked.

“Then let’s hope she does not do anything foolish.”

Racheal snorted.

“Good luck with that.”

Despite the tension between them, the pace quickened.

They moved through side streets and alleys, avoiding major roads. Racheal was careful, her eyes flicking over rooftops and corners with practiced caution.

Kyle followed without question. He knew when someone was leading him somewhere important—and he also knew not to interrupt.

They stopped outside what looked like a ruined stone temple at the edge of Brulin’s lower district. It was overgrown, cracked, and long-abandoned by the look of it.

A few vagrants nearby didn’t even glance in their direction.

“She lives here?”

Kyle asked, eyeing the decrepit structure.

Racheal nodded.

“Her space is deeper inside. Hidden.”

Racheal paused in front of the crumbling stone wall, her hand brushing across the worn surface as her eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Give me a minute. My master likes to move the entrance around. She uses different ruin patterns to seal it, depending on her mood. It’ll take me some time to locate it.”

She said.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, leaning back with his arms folded.

“Sounds like someone with a lot to hide. Is she avoiding bounty collectors or just paranoid?”

Racheal’s shoulders stiffened, and though she didn’t say anything, the flicker of alarm on her face was answer enough.

Kyle let out a small chuckle, not unkind, but sharp nonetheless.

“So, debts then. Noted.”

She turned her face away without responding, focusing instead on the wall before her. But her silence spoke louder than any denial could.

Kyle shook his head and stepped forward, his fingers twitching as he lightly brushed the air in front of the stone.

“You can stop looking. I already found it.”

“What? How—?”

Racheal blinked.

“The flow of mana is disrupted here. Your master’s good, I’ll give her that. But even the most advanced ruins can’t completely mask the current beneath the structure if you know how to look.”

Kyle said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Before Racheal could respond, he placed his hand flat against the seemingly solid wall.

There was a pulse—quiet, subtle—and then a loud crack as the ruin shattered beneath his palm like glass.

A ripple spread outward, a wave of invisible mana breaking through the enchantments in place.

A boom echoed across the alleyway, loud enough to rattle the loose tiles on nearby rooftops.

Several doors flung open as residents peeked outside in alarm. Men and women leaned out of windows, searching for the source of the disruption.

But oddly, their eyes passed over the temple like it wasn’t even there. As if it didn’t matter.

“What’s going on? You broke it, but nothing changed.”

Racheal muttered.

Kyle took a step back, brushing off his hand.

“The ruin wasn’t meant to change appearances. It was a deterrent—like a wall that made people subconsciously ignore this place. Not an illusion. Just misdirection. That’s why no one’s reacting.”

Racheal let out a long sigh.

“Of course. She always over-engineers these things. I told her no one even comes here anymore, but does she listen? No. She says the paranoid survive.”

Kyle walked up to the stone door that now stood plainly in front of them.

With a gentle push, it creaked open, revealing a narrow stairwell that spiraled down into darkness.

Racheal followed close behind, still grumbling under her breath.

“I’m going to tell her she owes me two days of mana recovery for fixing the last seven locks she overloaded. And now she has you breaking her work.”

The stairwell led down for a surprisingly long time.

The walls were cold and damp, the only light coming from subtle lines of ruin etchings glowing faintly along the walls.

They pulsed as Kyle passed, responding to his mana signature like flickering candlelight acknowledging a storm.

Racheal noticed the reaction and frowned.

“They’re not supposed to respond like that unless—”

“Unless the intruder is stronger than the defense parameters. Your master didn’t expect someone like me.”

Kyle supplied.

“She’s going to be furious.”

Racheal muttered.