Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 180: Ch : Lady Rose’s Journey- Part 1

The clouds hung heavy in the sky, dark and swollen like bruises threatening to burst.

The wind was sharp, and the air smelled of rain and unease. Inside the grand estate, the butler stood stiffly by the doorway, his brow furrowed as he watched the sky.

"My lady, I strongly advise against traveling today. The weather is growing volatile."

Lady Rose Adams scoffed and adjusted her cloak. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Volatile? Don’t be dramatic. It’s only a bit of wind."

"My lady, the clouds are black."

"So? Am I to cancel all plans just because the sky is feeling moody?"

"I’m asking you to delay. Not because you’re a lady, but because you’re unprepared for a journey like this."

He said patiently.

Rose’s expression soured.

"Don’t insult me. I’ve faced worse than a little weather."

He tilted his head.

"Have you, though?"

"I’m going. Stay here. And don’t wait up."

She declared, storming past him with a huff.

"I wasn’t planning to."

He muttered, rubbing his temples as she marched off toward the carriage.

Rose flung herself inside and banged the window open.

"Driver! We leave now!"

The man on the reins hesitated.

"My lady, it’s getting dangerous. The roads might—"

"Go! Unless you’d like to find employment elsewhere."

She snapped.

With visible reluctance, the driver snapped the reins and the carriage lurched forward.

The wheels clattered over stones, and the wind shrieked around them. Rain began to fall, light at first, then steadily harder until it drummed like war on the carriage roof.

"See? Not so bad."

Rose muttered.

But then the road curved, slick with mud, and the horses skidded.

The driver yelped, yanking the reins as the carriage tipped sideways. The entire world tilted. Rose screamed.

The next instant, she was flying through the side window.

She hit the ground hard. Mud swallowed her in a wet, heavy embrace as she landed flat in a ditch.

Her ears rang. Her arms burned. She sat up slowly, blinking through the rain as it fell in sheets.

"My dress. This was silk!"

She gasped, staring in horror.

She tried to stand but slipped again, falling face-first into the muck. Spitting out earth, she shouted.

"Stupid driver! Stupid butler! Stupid clouds!"

Behind her, the driver crawled from a bush, holding his side.

"My lady... are you...?"

"I’m covered in filth," she snarled.

"What do you think?!"

"We need shelter—"

"You need to shut up."

"I warned you—"

"Say that again and I swear I’ll leave you here."

He raised his hands in surrender.

"Noted."

She staggered to her feet and squelched forward, dragging herself through the field.

"I don’t need anyone. Not the butler, not the driver, not even—"

She paused.

Her thoughts, already drenched, returned to the one person who had ignored every letter she’d sent. Kyle Armstrong.

That infuriating, dismissive, too-calm-for-his-own-good man who acted like her threats meant nothing.

"You’ll take me seriously now. Just wait."

She muttered under her breath.

Lightning cracked above. Thunder rolled.

Then she saw it—something large shifting in the distance between trees. Her eyes widened.

"What in the—"

She backed up instinctively, tripped, and landed in another puddle.

"I hate the countryside."

She groaned.

Back at the estate, the butler watched the rain pour from under the safety of the porch. He held a cup of tea and sighed.

"Three... two... one."

Thunder rumbled.

"She’s probably yelling at the sky by now. Not because she’s lost. Because she’s offended the storm isn’t listening to her."

He sipped his tea.

He shook his head slowly.

"Why do I work for this woman?"

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Far away, Kyle paused as he stacked some of the newly printed parchment on the table. Melissa glanced at him.

"Something wrong, young master?"

He tilted his head.

"I felt something strange."

"Another monster?"

"No. Just... malice. Drenched and muddy malice."

"Do you want me to check it out?"

"No. Let it come on its own."

Melissa blinked.

"That’s oddly ominous."

Kyle shrugged.

"So is life."

From a quiet corner, Queen lifted its head and gave a low hum, as if agreeing with him.

Somewhere, storm and pride clashed, and mud bore the weight of both.

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The rain had eased to a drizzle by dawn, but the sky remained grey, soaked in gloom.

The carriage stood lopsided where it had been dragged partially upright, and the horses, now calmer, snorted as they chewed on wet grass.

The driver wiped sweat and rain from his brow and glanced toward the small fire he had managed to start under a tree, where Lady Rose Adams sat hunched in her muddy dress, glaring daggers into the flames.

"My lady, if we leave now, we could still make it back to the estate before noon. I can find a better carriage and—"

The driver said cautiously.

"I’m not going back. No matter what. I came here with a purpose, and I’m not leaving until it’s done."

She snapped before he could finish.

The driver hesitated, his lips parted like he wanted to argue, but one look at her scowl made him sigh instead.

"As you wish."

Lady Rose rose to her feet, flicking her now-filthy cloak behind her. Her dress squelched with every step as she trudged toward the nearest village she had seen from the road.

Her chin was raised high despite her appearance—face streaked with dried mud, hair disheveled, and clothes in tatters.

She had expected someone to offer assistance.

A place to rest. A warm bath, perhaps. But the villagers barely looked her way.

A few gave her one glance and turned away, unimpressed or perhaps suspicious of a noble-looking woman appearing in such a disheveled state.

One woman had even shooed her away from the bakery steps.

"Tch… remember this. Every single one of you. I’ll remember all your faces."

Rose muttered under her breath, her pride flaring red-hot beneath the cold rain.

She found a crumbling barn on the edge of the village and spent the night there, curled in damp hay, listening to the wind creak through the boards.

Morning came like a slap—cold, uninvited, and bright enough to make her scowl deepen.

She patted her pockets, only to freeze. Her purse. Gone.

It must have been lost when the carriage tipped.

"No. No, no, no!"

She muttered, frantically checking again. Empty.

She stormed back to the road, stomping in the mud.

"How am I supposed to pay for anything now? What kind of noblewoman begs for food?"

But the answer was already clear—she couldn’t go back, and she couldn’t stay.

Kyle Armstrong’s village was the only place left where she had a thread of pride intact.

If he wouldn’t come to her, then she’d go to him—even if it meant walking there herself.

Her pride and anger pushed her forward, each step more painful than the last. But she didn’t stop.

"I’ll make him pay. For ignoring me. For humiliating me. This is all his fault."

She muttered.

As if the world itself was mocking her, she stumbled over a root and barely caught herself. She clenched her fists, growling low in her throat.

"I’m going to destroy him."

Just then, the sound of hooves interrupted her fury.

She looked up, expecting bandits or worse—but instead, the familiar figure of her driver approached in a new cart, dry under the canopy.

"My lady! I brought a new carriage!"

He called.

She blinked, dazed for a moment before straightening her back with as much dignity as she could muster.

"Took you long enough."

He helped her up wordlessly, and she collapsed into the cushions with a long, exhausted breath.

But as the cart turned toward Kyle’s territory, her eyes burned with a renewed fire.

"This is not the end. He will pay for this disgrace. I swear it.""

She whispered.

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If I ever get a Castle or above gift, I’ll do 3 ch/day for a week. Any gift equal to or above 500 coins will make me drop an additional chapter next day. Since this will never happen, I’ll leave this here and take things easy.