The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Hello, little Desmond," Clementine greeted, her voice filled with warmth as she waved her hand in his direction, a gentle smile gracing her lips. The words, however, caught Leona off guard, causing her to blink in surprise.

Leona's eyes narrowed as she regarded Clementine. "Have you always been this close to my son?" she inquired, her tone tinged with concern. She shifted her gaze to Desmond, who stood motionless and silent, his eyes fixated on an unknown point.

Sensing the tension thickening in the air, Bastian discreetly slipped away, navigating a detour that led him to the tranquility of the front yard. He let out a relieved sigh, his hand instinctively rising to wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Phew, that was a close call," he murmured to himself. "But that kid truly is a genius. He can even rival his mother, a Master Witch."

The thought crossed his mind that perhaps his son was reaping greater profits from their wine sales, secretly employing the services of a skilled Master Wizard or Master Witch. However, Bastian swiftly dismissed such musings, reminding himself to view it as motivation instead. A discerning eye could discern a blend of determination and seriousness in his gaze, an unyielding resolve.

Over the course of three years, he hadn't merely idled away his time. Bastian had patiently awaited the opportune moment to advance to the next level. If successful, he would become the second person, following in the footsteps of Sieg.

...

Meanwhile, in the backyard, Clementine's expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement playing on her features. She delicately covered her mouth with a fan, suppressing a chuckle that escaped in a soft, muffled sound.

Desmond's eyes locked onto the approaching figure of his mother and sister. He inwardly sighed, anticipating trouble ahead. With a brief, cold stare, he acknowledged their presence and the impending disturbance.

How troublesome...

"I'm tired," Desmond declared, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion as he smoothly passed through the gap between Clementine and Diana, making his way towards the back door of the kitchen. "Come, Shelty," he beckoned, noticing her standing nearby, waiting faithfully.

"Yes, young master," Shelty responded, her voice tinged with a light-hearted giggle.

Together, they left Clementine behind, her face etched with a tinge of melancholy. She folded her fan, her gaze lingering on Desmond, while Diana placed her hand on her hip, eyebrows raised in a show of annoyance.

"That fool!" Diana huffed, her desire to follow Desmond clear in her indignant tone. However, her mother held onto her hand, preventing her from making a hasty move. "Let me go, Mother! I want to teach him a lesson!" Diana snapped, her frustration evident.

Leona's curiosity piqued, and she tightened her grip on Clementine's shoulder, her fiery gaze fixed upon her friend. "Cle, why didn't you tell me about this?" she demanded, her voice laced with intensity.

Caught off guard by Leona's intense gaze, Clementine grew nervous, averting her eyes and mumbling, "Oh... you know... it's a bit embarrassing..."

Unintentionally, she let go of Diana's hand, granting her daughter the freedom she sought. "Hah! Wait for me!" Diana exclaimed, quick to follow Desmond's path.

"Ah," Clementine gasped, her mouth falling open in surprise as she observed the scene before her. She glanced at her eager friend, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. "Looks like this is going to take a while..."

"No problem; besides, my son's bodyguards haven't arrived yet. We can relax and enjoy your story for a bit longer," Leona exclaimed, her excitement palpable. She called over one of her maids, who promptly served them glasses of wine, tea, and a selection of delectable cakes.

Meanwhile, Desmond had made his way back to his room, now reclining on his bed without a shirt. "Yes, please continue," he encouraged, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Well done, Shelty, keep going," Desmond complimented the maid, not failing to acknowledge her efforts. Unbeknownst to him, a sigh of contentment escaped his lips, betraying his comfort.

Observing a man lying shirtless on a bed with a maid attending to him might give off an impression of impropriety. However, upon closer inspection, Desmond was in a prone position while Shelty used her gentle, nimble hands to skillfully massage his back.

*crack*

"Ah, that's it," Desmond sighed with relief as he felt the tension release from his body after Shelty pressed a certain point. "You've truly improved, Shelty," Desmond genuinely praised her.

"Thank you, young master," Shelty replied, her cheeks tinged with a shy smile as she glanced at her young master's well-sculpted physique.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps resonated from a distance, steadily growing louder as they approached Desmond's room. Accompanying the footsteps were other voices calling out.

"Miss, please stop."

"Miss!"

With Desmond's acute hearing, he recognized the voice of one of his maids. His brows furrowed in annoyance, and he sensed that Shelty had also halted her ministrations upon hearing the commotion.

The footsteps grew closer, and the creaking of wood against the floor echoed loudly in Desmond's ears.

*Bam!*

"Hey, Stupid!" The door to Desmond's room swung open, revealing a girl with fiery red hair. She wore a long-sleeved shirt that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. Her choice of shorts exposed her smooth thighs, yet her expression marred her beauty.

"What do you think you're doing?!" The sight of Desmond's behavior with the maids flushed her face crimson with anger, a pang of hurt piercing her heart.

As Shelty caught sight of the girl entering, she instinctively concealed her elongated ears beneath her flowing hair.

The girl approached Desmond, who still had his eyes closed, unabashedly enjoying something she couldn't comprehend, further fueling her annoyance.

"Get out!" she snapped at the maid who was tending to Desmond, her voice resonating through the room. It was at this moment that she truly noticed the maid's remarkable beauty.

Her anger surged even more as she witnessed the maid defying her orders. "I said get out!" She forcefully yanked at the maid's hair, causing her to stumble and fall to the floor.

"Ouch!" This was the first time Shelty had been treated in such a manner. She shot an angry glare at the girl and prepared to retaliate with a spell.

"Stop." Desmond's voice cut through the tension as he opened his eyes and stood up. He approached his maid, extending a helping hand. "Are you alright, Shelty?" he asked with concern.

"Thank you, young master, but I'm fine," Shelty replied, her heart touched by her young master's care.

"What the-"

"Shut up, little girl." Desmond swiftly silenced the girl before she could continue her tirade.

The girl immediately clamped her mouth shut, feeling an unsettling sensation creeping over her. She stared at Desmond, a hint of fear glinting in her eyes.

Once Desmond assessed the situation and assisted his maid to her feet, he turned his gaze to the girl. "It's been a while, Miss Diana," Desmond greeted coldly, his face devoid of emotion.

"I-" Diana began to speak, but a sudden sensation of suffocation and dizziness overwhelmed her.

*Swoosh!*

With a mighty force, her eyes widened as she realized her body was now suspended in mid-air.

"Ack!" Diana felt a tight grip around her neck, causing pain and making it difficult to breathe.

"W...h...a...t-" Her lips trembled as she struggled to ask what Desmond was doing to her.

"This is for trespassing," Desmond said, his gaze fixed on Diana as he controlled the hand-shaped wind choking her in the air.

*Thump.*

He then released his spell, causing Diana to plummet to the ground.

"Ack... Ack..." Diana coughed repeatedly, struggling to catch her breath as she lay on the floor.

"Get up," Desmond commanded, resuming his seat on the bed and looking down at Diana.

Taking a deep breath, Diana forced herself to stand, her eyes glaring at Desmond with a fiery rage. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Her appearance was marred by the dust clinging to her disheveled clothes and her tousled hair.

"It's your own fault, and prepare for a second punishment," Desmond stated calmly.

Upon hearing his words, Diana, initially cautious of Desmond's power, immediately began chanting a spell.

"Valkyrie Armor!"

Natural energy surged towards Diana, enveloping her form. Gradually, a radiant armor materialized around her, adorned with wings at the back. The armor covered her entirely, leaving only her head exposed.

Diana tightened her grip on her greatsword, its radiant light emitting a scorching aura. She had heard rumors about Desmond's strength, but rumors were just rumors.

As her transformation reached completion, her confidence soared. She glared angrily at Desmond, her body exuding a fiery energy.

"BASTARD!!" Diana shouted with all her might, her voice echoing through the room. In one swift motion, she swung her sword, aiming to strike Desmond with a single powerful slash.

As the sword cut through the air, a blazing trail of fire followed its path, filling the room with intense heat.

To her astonishment, Desmond remained calm, his expression unperturbed as he stood motionless, showing no intention of evading her attack.

Previously, Desmond had been patiently awaiting Diana's transformation. As she completed her change, he remained silent, observing her as her sword moved to strike him.

"It's over." Desmond murmured quietly. With that, he redirected his energy, channeling it into the necklace he wore.

In an instant, Desmond's aura surged dramatically. Through Diana's eyes, a colossal dragon-like image emerged from Desmond's body, instilling fear within her.

Diana felt her courage waver, her mind urging her to flee, while her body remained limp and trembling. Even the sword she had been wielding vanished in an instant.

Her greatsword merely passed through Desmond's body, dispersing into countless particles of light. Her armor dissolved as well, along with her confidence.

Unbeknownst to her, tears welled up in her eyes, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Witnessing Diana's state, Desmond was momentarily speechless. "So this is the effect they experience when they harbor negative intentions towards me," he muttered to himself. Slowly, he approached Diana, prompting her to scream hysterically in response.

"Mon...ster...go...away!" Her cries were replaced by fear as she beheld Desmond's eyes, which glowed with an intense, beast-like crimson.

Desmond quickened his pace and swiftly rendered her unconscious. He then glanced at the other maids, who had been observing from a distance. "Fetch Annie," he commanded.

Upon seeing their young master, the maids couldn't help but smile with delight and amusement, their giggles echoing softly. They couldn't quite understand the newfound joy they felt.

"I'm here, young master," Annie appeared from within the group of maids, her expression twitching slightly at the scene before her. "You wish to erase the memory, don't you?"

"Yes, erase the events that transpired earlier," Desmond's eyes gleamed with approval upon hearing Annie's question.

All maids should possess Annie's level of competence, Desmond thought. He was pleased to have intelligent individuals around him. A simple mention of her name sufficed; without requiring further instructions, Annie already comprehended his intentions.

Desmond then turned his gaze to the remaining maids. "And the rest of you, keep my parents and Clementine occupied."

Upon hearing their young master's orders, the maids inexplicably felt even greater joy. "Yes, young master!" they chorused in unison, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty.