The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

After expressing her concerns, Clementine observed the visible change in Diana's demeanor. Her daughter appeared to have calmed down, but there was an underlying unease. "Good, let's go," she said, gently grasping Diana's hand. However, instead of resisting, Diana remained passive, causing Clementine to furrow her brows.

Sensing something amiss, she turned around, lowering her head to meet her daughter's gaze. What she saw there was a mixture of shock and fear, freezing Diana in place.

"Mom... is that true..." Diana's trembling voice barely escaped her lips, her hands clutching her face in disbelief. She seemed petrified, as if the ground beneath her had crumbled.

"Pff." Unable to bear witness to her daughter's distress, Diana's father, with a laugh that lacked sincerity, attempted to brush it off as an old joke. "Hahaha, it was just a silly prank, my princess." He reached out to caress her hair, but Diana forcefully pushed his hand away.

"I hate you both!" Diana's eyes turned red as she stared at her parents, a mixture of anger and hurt flashing in her gaze. Without waiting for her mother any longer, she sprinted off and hastily sought refuge inside the awaiting horse carriage.

Clementine, her arms outstretched in a futile attempt to comfort her daughter, watched helplessly as Diana rejected her gestures. She exchanged a brief glance with her husband, a mix of amusement and sympathy evident in her eyes. "Dear, it seems you've gained her animosity," she remarked, her voice laced with mirth, while her husband wore a shocked expression.

"I'll be going then..." Clementine gracefully fanned herself with her handheld fan before making her way towards the carriage, leaving her husband behind, silently watching them depart.

*Rumble.*

The sound of the horse carriage echoed through the air as it carried Diana and Clementine away. Even after its departure, Clementine's husband remained in a daze, his gaze fixed upon the disappearing carriage.

"Sir Vesta?" One of the guards from the household approached him, concern etched on his face.

"Ah, yes?" Vesta finally snapped out of his reverie, only then noticing the presence of a middle-aged man standing before him. He glanced around in confusion before addressing the guard, "Where is my daughter?"

"Ah?" The guard was taken aback this time, his bewilderment evident as he peered at his master. "Young Miss and Lady departed earlier, sir."

Another guard joined the conversation and added, "Didn't you bid them farewell earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Vesta's memory was jolted back into action. "Ah, yes..." His voice lacked vigor as he spoke, his countenance growing somber. He seemed drained, devoid of energy, and listlessly made his way back to his residence.

Meanwhile, inside the horse carriage, Clementine kept a watchful eye on her daughter, who remained fixated on the passing scenery outside the window. "Diana, are you okay?"

Diana maintained her silence, her gaze still averted as she stared into the distance. Observing her daughter's reluctance to engage, Clementine decided to let the matter rest. "Tsk, this is quite troublesome," she murmured under her breath.

A few minutes later, they finally arrived at the grand entrance of Desmond's house. Both mother and daughter exchanged a glance, but their expressions revealed a sense of indifference. After all, they were already accustomed to the opulence of such gateways, for their own residence boasted a similar grandeur.

The coachman dismounted from the horse-carriage and engaged in conversation with Desmond's guards. Taking advantage of the wait, Clementine noticed an intriguing sight. "Look over there, Diana," she whispered, her fan pointing in a particular direction.

Diana, despite her initial reluctance, couldn't resist the allure of curiosity. Stealthily, she stole a glance toward her mother's indicated spot, where she sensed elemental energy surging in the air.

"Is there a skirmish taking place?" Diana's eyes sparkled with excitement, gripping the handle of the window with anticipation.

"Watch out." A smile played on Clementine's lips as she succeeded in lifting her daughter's spirits. She discreetly covered her mouth with the fan and added, "Shall we proceed now?"

Diana didn't answer her mother directly but instead nodded in agreement, her eyes still fixated on the unfolding spectacle.

Clementine gently maneuvered her body between the window and Diana's, urging her to make space. "Move aside, or you can simply call out to him," she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Diana was compelled to open her mouth, raising her voice slightly. "Coachman, let's make haste."

The coachman, who had been engrossed in conversation with the guards, swiftly turned his attention toward Diana upon hearing her call. "Yes, my lady!" Their exchange seemed brief yet serious, before the coachman promptly returned to the horse-drawn carriage.

"Hah!" he commanded the horses, expertly guiding the carriage into the grounds of Desmond's estate.

As they ventured further into Desmond's property, a sprawling meadow enveloped their surroundings.

"Wow..." Diana's mouth formed an astonished O-shape, unable to fully express the range of emotions coursing through her. Apart from the visual spectacle, she also relished the sensation of the cool air that accompanied the meadow. "It's breathtaking..." she muttered, captivated by the sight.

"Indeed." Clementine, too, was mesmerized by the enchanting panorama before her. It was a sight that inspired awe in her very being.

While they reveled in the beauty of Desmond's estate, it didn't take long for them to reach the grand entrance of his main residence.

"Welcome, Miss Diana and Mrs. Clementine." Two maids greeted them with warm smiles, promptly opening the door to the horse-drawn carriage.

"Thank you." Clementine reciprocated their kindness with a gracious smile. The genuine friendliness and wholehearted dedication of Desmond's household staff filled her with joy.

"Where is that mischievous child?" Diana, freshly alighted from the carriage, immediately addressed the two maids in front of her.

The maids' expressions momentarily wavered at Diana's choice of words, but they quickly dismissed any offense and responded with gentle smiles.

One of the maids spoke up, "At present, the young master is honing his skills in the backyard."

"Ta-" Before Diana could finish her sentence, Clementine interjected, deftly covering her daughter's mouth. She wore a knowing smile while holding her fan with elegance.

"Thank you. Could you assist us in finding our way there?" Clementine expressed her gratitude while also sensing a subtle shift in the maids' demeanor, which put her on guard.

"Of course." The two maids replied in unison, but a fleeting glint flickered in their eyes.

As they traversed through several rooms within Desmond's residence, they eventually reached the backyard by utilizing the back door of the dining room.

"Dimension Spell." Before Desmond's maids could offer an explanation, Clementine, with her keen observation, interjected.

Meanwhile, Diana, witnessing the emergence of elemental energy in the air, widened her eyes in astonishment. She found herself captivated by this unfamiliar phenomenon. "Mother, what is happening?" she instinctively inquired.

"It's a spell that allows a caster to isolate a dimension, effectively trapping it or rendering it invisible to the outside world." Clementine took a seat in the spot once occupied by previous members of the Desmond family.

Her gaze fell upon the three glasses of wine adorning the table. "It seems they've employed a remarkably potent spell, resulting in a dimensional leak." Clementine deliberately emphasized the word 'strong' as she relayed this information to her daughter.

This... He has grown so powerful in the mere three years since I last saw him?! Although Clementine maintained a composed exterior, her mind was in disarray.

"WOW," Diana repeatedly uttered the same word, her consciousness entranced by her mother's revelations as she beheld the expansive meadow before her.

Meanwhile, Desmond's maids cleared the table, removing the wine glasses, and inquired, "Is there anything else you require, Miss and Mrs.?"

"How long have they been training?" Clementine, overwhelmed by her thoughts, could no longer contain her curiosity and posed the question.

"Uh... They have been training since early morning, along with the lady and the lord," the maid cleared her throat, opting to clarify the term 'fighting' as training.

"I see." Clementine paid little mind to the maid's subtle unease, instead looking up at the sky and noting that the sun had not yet reached its zenith. "I shall wait here with my daughter."

"Yes," Diana promptly responded, her gaze still entranced by the lingering effects of the elemental displays in the air.

Desmond's maids found themselves torn between joy and despair. Clementine was now seated in the spot once occupied by their former master, usurping their position. "Permis-"

Before the maid could finish her sentence, Clementine swiftly extended her fan and closed it, gently covering the maid's mouth. "Leona and I are already close friends, although this is my first visit to her residence."

Clementine, growing increasingly irritated by the outrageous behavior of the Desmond family's maids, decided to address the issue.

"We apologize for our impudence," one of the maids responded, biting her lower lip and bowing her head, while the others simply lowered their heads and departed.

However, as the maids turned to leave, Clementine caught sight of something unexpected. "Wait."

They halted and faced her once more. "Yes?" one of the maids replied, while the other remained silent.

Clementine turned around and pointed at the maid who had been near the Dimensional Spell. "Who is she?" she inquired, adding, "Could she also be a maid in this household?"

Upon receiving no response, Clementine furrowed her brow and glanced at the silent maids. Perhaps I pushed too far?

Observing their expressions, Clementine surmised that revealing the maid's identity might lead to trouble. "Never mind, I shall inquire directly with Leona," she remarked, turning back and leaning against her chair.

Just as she uttered those words, the sound of footsteps trampling through grass reached her ears, accompanied by a snort. It seemed that the maids were greatly displeased.

"Whoa, mother... mother..." Diana, who had remained silent until now, suddenly burst into joyful exclamations as she tugged at her mother's sleeve.

"Wait," Clementine, still leaning back, struggled to clearly observe the scene before her, hindered by her daughter's pulling.

"Oh, Clementine, you're already here." A familiar voice rang out from the front, and Clementine noticed her daughter had ceased tugging at her sleeve.

"Hello, my dear friend and old friend," Clementine greeted with a smile, adjusting her posture to get a better view. She saw her friend Leona, who was beaming and waving at her, while her former friend Desmond appeared exhausted and pale.

Leona caught Clementine's gaze and smiled as she caressed her son's head. "This child can be quite arrogant about his accomplishments; that's why I was attempting to discipline him."