Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 168: Ch : What we found- Part 2

The journey back to the village was quiet—at least, until Melissa finally broke the silence.

"Young master, that boy. I don’t like the way he looked at you. If we let him be now, we might regret it later."

She said, her voice sharp but quiet.

Kyle didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on the egg cradled carefully in his lap, one hand gently resting on its surface.

Melissa’s voice dropped further, her expression cold and resolute.

"I would rather not take any chances. If something has the potential to become a threat later, I say we end it while it’s still harmless."

Bruce let out a nervous cough but wisely stayed quiet.

Kyle finally turned to look at her.

His voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the edge behind it.

"He’s just a child, Melissa. Innocent—for now. We don’t kill children because of what they might become."

Melissa’s brows furrowed, but she held her tongue. She understood her young master enough to know when he’d made up his mind. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Kyle leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"But if he chooses to come after us one day… I won’t stop you then."

That drew a bitter expression from Melissa. Slowly, she pulled her hand back and sheathed her sword.

"Understood, young master."

When they arrived back at the village, the tension in the air had lightened just a little, though Bruce still glanced at his companions nervously every now and then.

It was only once they were back inside Kyle’s residence that Bruce finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him the entire ride.

"Um, young master…What… exactly is that thing?"

He began carefully, pointing at the large grey egg now resting on a pillow.

Kyle’s lips quirked into a rare smile.

"A dragon’s egg."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bruce’s jaw dropped.

"A—a what?!"

Melissa froze mid-step, her head whipping around to look at Kyle.

"A dragon. We brought back a dragon’s egg."

Kyle repeated simply.

Bruce stuttered, his hands flailing for a moment.

"You—you’re serious?! That’s not something people just say! Dragons aren’t… pets! You can’t just decide to keep one like a dog!"

"I’m not planning to keep it as a pet. I plan to raise it. Train it. And then make it the guardian of our village."

Kyle said mildly.

"That’s worse! Dragons are—"

Bruce squeaked.

"I know what they are. And I know how dangerous they can be. But this one will be raised from birth. That makes all the difference."

Kyle interrupted, still calm.

Melissa had recovered quicker than Bruce. Her eyes had gone from surprised to thoughtful.

"If it’s raised properly, and only knows us as its allies, it could be trained. Still… it won’t be easy."

"I never said it would be. But it will be worth it."

Kyle replied.

He stepped toward the window, then turned and whistled once, sharp and clear.

Within seconds, a familiar shadow swooped down from the sky, landing just outside the open window with a thud and a flap of shimmering wings.

Queen.

The bird perched with obvious pride, stretching its wings before hopping inside. It gave Kyle a curious look, then glanced toward the egg on the cushion.

"I’ve got a job for you."

Kyle said, walking over and tapping the egg gently.

Queen tilted its head and let out a questioning chirp.

"This egg needs warmth and protection. I want you to make sure it hatches safely."

Kyle said.

Queen blinked. Then it let out a loud, offended squawk and fluffed up its feathers in clear protest.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn’t look happy about that."

Queen flapped its wings angrily, letting out another screech. Kyle, however, simply gave it a look—steady and unwavering.

Queen froze mid-flap.

Its narrowed eyes met Kyle’s, and after a long, tense pause, the bird finally gave a resigned chirp and hopped toward the egg.

With exaggerated slowness, Queen fluffed itself up and curled around the egg, huffing as if deeply insulted by its new job.

"Good. Make sure it stays warm. You’re responsible for it now."

Kyle said with a faint smile.

Queen gave one last disgruntled chirp but settled in, carefully shifting to shield the egg with its wings.

Melissa crossed her arms.

"It’s sulking."

"Let it sulk. So long as it does the job, it’s all fine."

Kyle said.

Bruce stared at the egg and Queen for a moment, then sighed.

"Young master… between dragons and royalty, I’m starting to think I signed up for too much."

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Once Kyle had ensured Queen and the egg were comfortably settled into the newly designated chamber, he stood quietly by the cushion where the egg lay nestled in a bed of soft cloth and gentle heat.

Queen, though still sulking slightly, kept one watchful eye on the egg while fluffing its feathers in a protective gesture.

Without another word, Kyle knelt down beside the egg and placed both his hands on its surface.

A soft glow of mana surrounded his fingertips, and he closed his eyes as he began to feed his energy into the egg.

Dragons did not hatch like ordinary creatures.

They needed mana—powerful, consistent, and nurturing. It was through this transfer that a bond was formed.

In nature, the dragon mother fed mana to her offspring to help it grow and imprint on her as family. Kyle, by taking on this role, would be shaping that bond himself.

The egg pulsed faintly with a soft light, reacting to Kyle’s mana as it slowly absorbed the energy.

He could feel a faint flicker of life stirring within the shell, something ancient and powerful beginning to awaken.

Kyle remained still and focused, careful not to overfeed it and risk damage.

When he finally pulled his hands away, a thin sheen of sweat clung to his brow. He exhaled slowly and gave a satisfied nod.

"That should be enough for now."

Queen let out a small, curious chirp and nudged the egg with its beak before curling back around it, its mood visibly improved.

Kyle gave the avian beast a brief pat on the head before turning and leaving the room.

Outside, the air was crisp, and the village was humming with quiet activity. Kyle made his way toward the chieftain’s house and was promptly ushered in.

The old man stood from his chair and offered Kyle a respectful nod.

"We need to expand the village soon."

yle said without delay.

The chieftain raised an eyebrow.

"Already?"

"We’ll be taking in craftsmen and skilled laborers. Blacksmiths, carpenters, tailors, herbalists—anyone who can contribute to stable production. We need the village to become self-sustaining. No more relying on just raw manpower and supplies"

Kyle continued.

The chieftain stroked his beard, thoughtful.

"That’s a smart move, Lord Kyle. If you want quality craftsmen, the best place to start is the city of Venuce. But be warned—those folks are prideful. Convincing them to move here and work under someone else’s banner won’t be easy."

Kyle gave a small smile.

"That’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. If those people don’t want to come on their own, I will have to persuade them to come with me one way or another."