Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent Chapter 349: Ch 349: In your Honor- Part 3

Lucia entered the divine hall with unhurried grace, her footsteps echoing across the celestial marble.

Pillars of starlight spiraled toward the high dod ceiling, and each god present radiated with divinity—an orchestra of power, tension, and judgnt.

The entire divine council had gathered, all seated on their respective thrones of domain, yet it was clear from the silence that she was the last to arrive.

Her eyes scanned the room briefly. There was suspicion in the air. Resentnt. And sothing else—urgency.

She didn’t like it.

"Quite the welcoming party. I see I was summoned last. How deliberate."

Lucia said, voice smooth like silk and barbed with scorn.

The Supre God, seated at the farthest throne cloaked in golden illumination, exhaled slowly. His divine form pulsed with restrained authority.

"Lucia. We require your gift."

He said at last, calm and asured.

Lucia tilted her head slightly.

"My gift?"

Her voice was casual, but her eyes sharpened.

"I rember being called a traitor not long ago. Now suddenly I’m needed?"

So of the gods shifted uncomfortably, while others scowled openly.

"We have lost a piece of divine balance. One of our own is gone."

The Supre God said without elaboration.

Lucia’s brows twitched slightly.

"Gone?"

She echoed.

"You an dead?"

There was a pause.

"We need soone to prevent further collapse. Soone with a particular understanding of... divine boundaries. You, Lucia, possess what none of us do anymore."

The Supre God continued, ignoring her question.

"My independence?"

She asked with a smirk.

"Your clarity."

He answered, tone crisp.

Lucia laughed softly, the sound echoing coldly in the divine chamber.

"You an my disobedience. My refusal to bow and play savior or tyrant. And now, after shunning , you dare to ask for help?"

"You are still one of us."

The Supre God said.

"I stopped being one of you when you allowed mortals to be crushed under your wars. When you let your arrogance rewrite the purpose of divinity."

Lucia replied flatly.

"Enough. We did not call you here to listen to your sermons!"

Snapped the God of Judgnt.

But the Supre God held up a hand to silence them. His tone dropped, softer now.

"Lucia, you see the threads of fate better than any god here. You know the realm is shifting. Mortals are restless. Their prayers thin. Their loyalty... wanes."

Lucia folded her arms.

"Because you treated them like tools."

The Supre God leaned forward.

"Then help us fix it."

Lucia’s smile faltered.

"So that you may retain power?"

"So that we survive. We are not requesting that you fight. Only that you intervene—calm the tides of change. Quiet the unrest."

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He said evenly.

"And if I refuse?"

The chamber tensed.

"You won’t. Because whether you believe it or not, you still care. You still mourn what has been lost."

The Supre God said.

Lucia’s throat tightened. She hated that he was right—hated more that he knew it.

He continued gently.

"No one will replace her... yet. We are prepared to wait. To give her absence ti to settle. But only if you cooperate."

Her eyes narrowed.

"You’re using her na to bind again."

"Her sacrifice must not be in vain."

The Supre God said carefully, avoiding the word death.

Lucia turned away, hiding the emotions twisting in her chest. Her fingernails dug into her arm.

"You’re all still the sa. Manipulative cowards hiding behind grand titles and celestial thrones."

"And yet, here you are."

The God of Chains murmured.

Lucia spun around, her aura pulsing, but she cald herself quickly.

After a long pause, she finally spoke.

"Fine. I’ll help. Just once."

A ripple of surprise moved through the gods.

Lucia continued.

"But listen well: I am not your weapon. I won’t be used again. Whatever task you want to do, I’ll do it my way."

The Supre God gave a slow nod.

"That is all we ask."

Lucia turned to leave, but as she stepped away, her voice rang out once more—quiet and resolute.

"One favor. One act. That’s all you get."

And with that, she vanished from the divine council—her presence gone like falling petals in wind. Behind her, the gods remained still. Satisfied. For now.

None of them told her the full truth.

None of them ntioned the mortal who had brought their world trembling.

And none of them warned her...

...that she would be hunting Kyle Armstrong.

As Lucia vanished beyond the shimr of divine mist, a tense silence hung over the council hall.

The God of Judgnt, clad in obsidian robes that crackled with divine law, leaned forward, voice low but firm.

"I don’t trust her. Lucia has never truly returned to our side. Her presence feels like a sword dangling above us all."

He said.

The Supre God’s expression remained unreadable, his golden eyes reflecting the wavering lights of the chamber.

"That is because you still see her as a liability. But I see her as what she is—a goddess. And like all of us, she is bound to the divine will."

He replied.

"She’s resisted it before. She could do it again."

Judgnt snapped.

"Even if she does resist, she cannot escape her nature. No matter how far she runs, no matter how many humans she chooses to protect... in the end, divine power will call her ho."

The Supre God said coolly.

He rose from his throne, towering above the gathered gods.

"Lucia may waver. She may even rebel. But in the grand tapestry of fate, all threads return to the loom. If we play our parts well, no sacrifice will be in vain."

The gods bowed their heads, unease still simring behind the divine calm.

As the grand gates of the royal capital opened, the sound of horns echoed across the streets.

Trumpets blared from every tower and balcony, announcing the return of the victorious army. Strears flew.

Flowers rained down. Cheers rose in waves, crashing louder than any war cry the soldiers had ever heard.

Kyle rode at the head of the formation, his armor battered but gleaming under the afternoon sun.

His cape, torn at the edges, fluttered in the wind like a banner of survival. Behind him marched soldiers who had stared down divinity—and lived.

People sward the streets. Won wept. Children held up hand-painted signs. Old n bowed low. All of them chanted his na: not just as a hero, but as sothing more. A symbol.

lissa blinked at the overwhelming joy around them, struggling to match the cheer outside with the turmoil still echoing inside her chest.

"This... doesn’t feel real."

She murmured to Bruce, who rode beside her.

Bruce gave a soft grunt of agreent.

"It’s strange. After everything... the killing, the screaming, the despair—this peace almost feels foreign."

She nodded.

"It’s too clean."

Bruce adjusted the straps of his shoulder guard, then looked ahead.

"Still, it’s better than silence. Let them celebrate while they can. It’ll steady them for the next storm."

The soldiers kept formation, but many couldn’t help smiling or waving back. So wept quietly, overwheld by the reception. It had been so long since any of them had felt welco, wanted, alive.

And at the center of it all was Kyle.

He said nothing. His eyes were calm, scanning the crowd, morizing faces—not in joy, but in caution.

He saw the hope on their faces. The desperate belief. To them, his victory over a goddess ant the impossible could be achieved. It ant the gods could bleed.

But Kyle knew better than anyone—this was not the end.

This was only the beginning.

Behind the crowds, hidden behind closed shutters and deeper shadows, not all eyes were friendly. Whispers traveled fast in a capital like this.

News of Goddess Charrin’s fall had spread across like wildfire. So temples had already closed their gates.

Others had sent word to the divine realm, seeking guidance. And so... were already preparing to strike back.

But for now, the capital rejoiced.

And in that fragile celebration, for one mont, peace truly reigned.