Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Kyle sat at his desk, quietly flipping through stacks of reports and budget proposals.

Ink smudged his fingertips and the candlelight flickered across the polished wood, casting long shadows on the walls. He barely looked up when someone knocked at the door.

"Enter."

Bruce stepped in, holding a sealed letter.

"Young master, you’ve received mail. It’s from Marquess Terrance."

Kyle raised a brow.

"Terrance? Who’s that?"

Bruce sighed as he walked over and placed the envelope in front of Kyle.

"The noble in charge of the territory where we found that underground temple, remember? The one where the divine energy was being funneled."

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Kyle leaned back in his chair and took the envelope, examining the seal.

"And what does this Terrance want with me?"