Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes Chapter 105 : The Boy at the Fence

(Rooga POV)

The next day felt lighter sohow.

The storm from yesterday — Mother’s fury, Father’s silence — had passed, leaving the air still and cool.

I went to the edge of the fields where Father and the workers were checking the soil lines.

The scent of grass and earth mixed with mana from the trees. It always slled like rain before it fell.

That’s when I noticed soone by the fence.

A boy was balancing on the wooden rail, tossing small stones into the air and catching them again. His hair was brown and unkempt, his shirt torn at the shoulder, but his grin was easy and familiar.

Cro.

For a mont, I didn’t know whether to wave or walk away.

He looked up first and smiled. “Hey, you rember ?”

I blinked, still a little unsure. “Yeah. From the village.”

He jumped down from the fence and dusted off his hands. “I figured I should co by. My brother works here — Calen. He’s one of the farmhands.”

I nodded slowly. “Right. I’ve seen him before.”

Cro scratched the back of his head, suddenly awkward. “Listen… about what happened the other day.”

I tensed, expecting another argunt. But he just looked down at the dirt and said quietly, “I should’ve said sothing when Fera yelled at you. I didn’t. I was scared, and… I felt bad afterward.”

That caught off guard.

“You’re apologizing?” I asked.

He shrugged. “You said sothing dumb, but we all did. You just took the hit for it. Fera’s scary when she’s mad.”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. “Yeah. She hits hard.”

“She does,” he said, smiling a little. “But she’s right most of the ti.”

We stood there a mont, the wind moving through the wheat around us.

It wasn’t awkward anymore.

Then he kicked a pebble across the dirt. “You doing anything?”

I shook my head.

“Wanna play? There’s a stream down the road. Calen says there’s frogs big enough to ride if you catch them right.”

I snorted. “That sounds fake.”

“Only one way to find out,” he said, grinning.

I glanced back toward Father, who was talking to the workers near the field’s edge.

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He must have felt my stare because he turned, brow raised.

“Go,” he said simply, a small smile tugging at his lips.

I nodded and turned back to Cro. “Let’s go then.”

Cro grinned wider, and we took off down the path — just two boys running toward the sound of water, the field fading behind us.

As we ran, I realized sothing simple.

He wasn’t a noble or a mage, or a hero waiting to be one. He was just a boy who worked, laughed, and tried his best — the kind of person I never got to be around.

And even though I didn’t say it out loud, sothing in eased.

Maybe this was what Mother ant when she said I needed friends.

The stream wasn’t far — just a small ribbon of water that curved behind the Valemont fields.

Cro and I raced down the path, laughing so loud the birds scattered from the branches.

When we reached the edge, we threw stones into the current, arguing about who could skip theirs the farthest.

For a while, everything felt normal. The water, the wind, the noise — it was the kind of peace I didn’t know I’d been missing.

Cro crouched near the reeds, eyes scanning the water. “Hey, look at this.”

He pointed to a hollow under a root where the current pooled dark and still. A faint buzzing sound echoed from inside.

I frowned. “Bees?”

He shook his head. “Too low. And bees don’t sound like that.”

The hum deepened. The water rippled — once, then twice — before sothing black and chitinous crawled out.

Its eyes glowed dull red. A swollen insect, larger than a dog, its carapace cracked and leaking purple steam.

Cro’s breath caught. “What is that?”

I didn’t answer. My heart pounded. I’d seen sketches of corrupted beasts before — Father kept records of them.

But this one was small, half-dead… and still terrifying.

The thing hissed, its wings twitching like torn paper.

“Run,” Cro said quietly.

I blinked. “What?”

He stepped in front of , arms outstretched, trembling but firm. “You go back. You’re Valemont's kid. You matter more.”

The insect shrieked, its mandibles clattering like tal.

“Cro—”

“Go!” he shouted, glancing back at . His face was pale, but his eyes were steady. “If soone has to get hit, it won’t be you.”

And in that instant, sothing inside froze.

All my life — in the last world — people avoided trouble, avoided .

No one had ever stepped forward for . Only my family and never a stranger.

Not once.

And now this boy, who barely knew my na, was ready to die for .

Sothing snapped into place inside my chest — not anger, not fear, but a pulse of will.

The kind of motion that didn’t wait for thought.

“Move!” I shouted.

Cro hesitated, startled, and I pushed him aside.

The insect lunged — fast — but my body moved faster.

Lyra’s lessons rushed through , every motion drilled by repetition.

Weight on the heel, pivot through the hips, strike through the gap.

My footwork flowed like instinct. The world blurred.

The monster’s claw swung wide as I slipped under it, twisting past its reach.

I raised my hand.

Mana surged.

The HUD flashed across my vision.

[Spell Cast: Violent Spark]

[Elent: Lightning — Controlled Release]

A bolt of blue-white energy burst from my palm, exploding against the creature’s chest.

The crack echoed through the trees. Steam hissed from its wounds, and it screeched once before collapsing — legs twitching, then still.

The sll of burnt carapace filled the air.

I stood there panting, arm trembling from the feedback.

Cro peeked out from behind a rock, eyes wide. “You… you killed it.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

He walked up slowly, staring at the smoking remains. “That was—” He stopped, then looked at . “You could’ve run.”

I shrugged, still catching my breath. “You could’ve too.”

He grinned faintly. “Guess we’re both stupid.”

I laughed, the sound shaky but real.

We sat by the stream after that, saying nothing for a long ti.

The air slled of rain and ozone. The insect’s remains slowly dissolved into mist — maybe part of the corruption fading away.

When the silence grew softer, Cro said quietly, “I’ll get stronger. So next ti, I can help for real.”

I glanced at him, surprised, but the look on his face was sincere — steady, not proud.

I nodded. “Then I’ll make sure you don’t die trying.”

He smiled, tired but bright. “Deal.”

We stayed until the sun dipped low, the stream carrying away what was left of the fight — and the start of sothing that felt like more than friendship.