The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Babble *Babble*

The pool of black blood emitted a babbling sound as the bubbles burst, resembling the hissing of hot lava. With each burst, a whirlpool was formed, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

To Desmond's surprise, this pool of black blood seemed to exist in a separate dimension compared to the floor on which he sat. The whirlpools, formed by the bursting bubbles, gradually drew in the surrounding blood, giving the impression of great depth. The number of whirlpools matched the number of dragon roars he had heard earlier.

It felt as though Desmond was suspended above a floating piece of wood in the midst of a tempestuous rainstorm when viewed from the outside. As he beheld the whirlpools, he realized that his test was far from over. Determined to strengthen his consciousness, he attempted to resume his meditation.

*Roar*

Yet, the allure of human curiosity proved stronger than his will. Just before closing his eyes, Desmond cast a glance at the whirlpool and was greeted by another dragon's roar. His surprise caused him to keep his eyes open, and this time, he witnessed the formation of another whirlpool.

*Roar* *Roar*

Another whirlpool echoed with the sound of a dragon's roar, akin to its predecessor. Fortunately, this roar lacked the potent destructive power of before. It resembled the adorable sound a cat might make.

Simultaneously, Desmond began to feel a surge of heat. He shifted his gaze toward the fiery blue flames enveloping the enlarged pentagram.

"Oh my god, is this also part of the test?" Desmond exclaimed, his disbelief evident. From any perspective, the trial to obtain this class had reached an extraordinary level. "But this is a far cry from the fear I used to harbor," he pondered. "Being the heir to the number one mafia organization is no laughing matter!"

"Come, my time is limited!" Desmond shouted at the roaring whirlpool and the slowly expanding blue flames, determined to face the challenges before him.

Whoosh *Babble* *Roar*

As if possessing a consciousness of their own, the whirlpool in the pool of black blood responded to Desmond's defiance. The first transformation occurred within the whirlpool, giving rise to a small dragon—a miniature version of the black dragon he had encountered in the realm of his consciousness.

This diminutive dragon was no larger than Desmond's hand. He turned his attention to the other whirlpool and discovered the same phenomenon occurring within.

*Roar*

Multiple dragons took form from the whirlpool, each resembling the original dragon in shape, though their claws, horns, and scales consisted entirely of blood, with their eyes burning bright red.

Meanwhile, back at Desmond's house, all the maids had gathered at the foot of the stairs once again, wearing various expressions on their faces. Panic, fear, and even tears were evident among them.

*Stamp* *Stamp*

The resounding footsteps grew louder as their source approached. The sound indicated the presence of someone wearing high heels.

Upon seeing the woman who had arrived from afar, the commotion caused by the maids, who had been distraught over Desmond's disappearance, subsided. This woman was clad in the same maid's apron as the others, and her gait could be described as neither smooth nor elegant. However, it was the expression on her face that captivated the attention of all the maids.

*Stamp* *Stamp*

The woman made her way towards them, instinctively causing the maids to step aside. Once she reached the second step, she turned around.

"Listen, do not panic. This is not the first time young master has gone missing. We must remain calm and face this situation," she stated.

Her flowing red hair, coupled with her piercing gaze, exuded an enigmatic aura, and her graceful figure made her appear like a fallen angel risen from the depths of hell.

Upon hearing her words, several maids exchanged glances and nodded. Their eyes now held the same determination to find their young master, mirroring the resolve displayed by the woman before them.

"Good, let us continue with our duties as usual. As for the young master, leave the rest to me," the woman smiled. Her smile seemed to carry a hint of darkness, yet it also conveyed a sense of protection.

*Clap* *Clap*

One of the maids clapped her hands, and the others followed suit.

"Excellent, Laura!" praised an older-looking maid.

"We never imagined that within just one year, you would be able to manage all the affairs of this household," complimented another maid.

Inside Desmond's house, seniority was not a factor that influenced the dynamics among the maids. Desmond treated everyone equally when it came to rights and responsibilities. As a result, there was no room for jealousy, envy, or animosity among the maids when Laura took charge.

In fact, they felt the opposite; they were genuinely grateful for anyone who could assist their young master. They understood that they might not always be able to provide continuous support to Desmond, as sometimes he needed to act on his own.

"Hehe, I appreciate the guidance from all the experienced maids here," Laura humbly bowed her head before her fellow colleagues.

Her earlier demeanor was simply part of her role and should not be interpreted as an attempt to offend or belittle the knowledge and mindset of the other maids.

*Swoosh*

Just as the maids were expressing their gratitude towards Laura, a shadow suddenly passed by, creating a faint gust of wind. The shadow came to a stop right beside Laura.

"I have located the young master," the figure revealed itself. It was a young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, her expression emotionless.

The woman's tone sounded cold and detached, in stark contrast to her near-perfect physique, which was similar to Laura's, with the exception of her chest being smaller.

Laura turned to face Annie and noticed the same gaze that Desmond would give her when scolding her. "Annie, try to show some expression," Laura sighed. She had been through situations like these with Annie before.

Annie continued to stare at Laura with an expressionless face, although she appeared to tilt her head slightly in confusion. "Like this?" Annie raised the corners of her lips and slightly parted her mouth.

"Ah, that's a little better." Laura could only manage a wry smile in response to Annie's attempt at expressing herself. While her smile did not exude cheerfulness, it still managed to unnerve the other maids.

"Alright, regarding the young master's location—" Before Annie could finish her sentence, Laura extended her hand and signaled for Annie to stop with an upturned finger. "I know, just observe and listen."

With that, Laura began to chant a spell, and the natural energy around her gathered around her nose. "Basic Spell: Sense," Laura muttered under her breath. Her nose, enveloped in natural energy, briefly glowed before dimming. "Done, I now know where the young master is."

Laura's spell, Basic Spell: Sense, was a simplified version of the Advanced Spell: Reveal, typically used by 1st Class Wizards or Witches with more energy at their disposal.

However, this simplified spell came with its own limitations and weaknesses. The caster or the person activating the spell needed to possess a nose, which restricted its use to those with that physical feature.

Unlike the Advanced Spell: Reveal, which was suited for locating people who had long vanished along with their belongings, Basic Spell: Sense required the caster or activator to be familiar with the target's body scent.

The maids were left speechless as they witnessed Laura activating the spell. Even Annie, who stood beside her, displayed a slightly shocked expression.

"L... La... Laura, I had no idea you paid such close attention to details," one of the maids nervously remarked.

"Even I, who frequently visit the young master's room, may not have noticed such a detail," another maid added.

Their perception of Laura changed in that moment, as it became clear that she must have often smelled their young master's body to have the necessary familiarity. Laura's actions bordered on the behavior of a stalker!

If she weren't a part of Desmond's household staff, the other maids might have confronted her right then and there.

*Sniff sniff*

"I found it!" After successfully identifying the scent of her young master, Laura opened her eyes, only to find all the maids staring at her with strange expressions. "What's wrong with all of you? I've found the young master!" Laura repeated, but the response remained the same.

Annoyance began to well up within her as she noticed the lingering odd looks from the maids. "Hey, say something!" Laura snapped.

"Laura." One of the maids approached her with a serious expression, causing Laura to grow tense and mirror the seriousness on her face.

*Pat*

The maid gently patted Laura's shoulder and spoke with a soft yet resolute voice, "Do you have feelings for the young master?"

"Eh?" Laura's mind went blank in an instant, and she stared at the maid in front of her, completely dumbfounded.

The maid understood Laura's reaction and found her answer. "Remember, Laura, the young master is still young, and he has a long future ahead of him. What if he finds another girl and leaves you?" This time, the maid took hold of Laura's hands.