The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"We can use my dining room for the discussion," Bastian suggested, glancing at Vesta, who seemed lost in thought, contemplating the offer.

"How about I take a look first?" Vesta proposed, prompting Bastian to nod in agreement.

As Desmond noticed the seemingly concluded conversation between Vesta and his father, he felt a sense of unease. He turned his gaze and saw Annie and Laura guiding Shelty to the backyard.

Diana, who had initially been listening to the discussion between her mother and Desmond's mother, grew bored. She noticed Desmond's diverted attention and followed his line of sight, finding nothing of interest. She briefly considered asking him but dismissed the thought.

Why should I care anyway?

"To all mercenaries, please send your representatives to discuss our journey's plan in the dining room of Master Witch Leona. Thank you," Vesta's voice suddenly boomed loudly, reaching the front yard as if it came from inside Desmond's house. He had employed a spell to attract everyone's attention and amplify his voice.

The spell not only successfully garnered the mercenaries' attention but also sparked greater excitement in their conversations. Initially, some had been hesitant to take on the job, but upon seeing the royal troops accompanying them, their concerns vanished.

Instead of feeling nervous, they now considered themselves fortunate to receive substantial rewards even if they were merely observers while the royal troops handled the fighting.

Their hopes seemed to be fulfilled through this discussion, assuring them that the Guardian himself would lead the journey, instilling a sense of safety and relief.

Amidst the busy discussions among the mercenaries as they selected their representatives, Leona and Clementine invited Desmond, who remained seemingly aloof, and Diana, whose face had a slight flush, to join them. Diana kept stealing glances at Desmond.

Before entering, Clementine and Leona exchanged glances and simultaneously broke into mischievous smiles.

"It seems we have the same idea, hehe," Clementine smiled, not bothering to hide it behind her fan, displaying a mischievous expression.

Observing Diana's behavior, Leona was taken aback and looked at her son, finding him acting normally, as if nothing had happened, and continuing to walk.

He's as clueless as his father!

Leona then shifted her gaze to Diana, and upon seeing her, her eyes softened.

"At the very least, we should decide after they graduate from the academy," Leona remarked, turning her attention back to Clementine, who nodded in agreement.

As Clementine and Leona engaged in their discussion, they provided Desmond with an opportunity to think. He hurriedly messaged Laura, doing his best to prevent his mother from noticing the turbulent energy he was sending.

Desmond continuously stole glances at his mother, carefully observing her expressions. By sheer coincidence, Diana happened to be within his line of sight.

Wait, he's looking at me! That idiotic boy is actually looking at me right now!

Diana's face turned as red as a tomato, and her heart started racing.

Come on, legs, move!!

Suddenly, her legs went weak, causing her to stop in her tracks. Desmond, following his mother into the dining room, automatically approached Diana.

Oh no... he's coming... towards me!

Diana covered her face with both hands and crouched down.

Meanwhile, in the backyard, Laura, Annie, and Shelty arrived to find nothing but an unfinished mud wall.

"Laura?" Annie asked, perplexed. She was unaware of what experiment her young master was conducting.

Even Laura herself didn't know until her young master called her. Until now, only Laura was aware of the precise location of their young master's experiment. The other maids knew it was in the backyard but not the exact spot.

However, Laura ignored Annie's question and continued to gaze at the mud wall in front of her.

"Um... why are we here?" Shelty, who had been pulled along by the two of them, was now confused. She had obeyed their instructions because they said it was their young master's order.

Laura also disregarded Shelty's question, causing her to panic. Shelty glanced at Annie, who remained composed while scanning their surroundings.

"Be quiet. I need to concentrate," Laura snapped at them. She then touched the mud wall and began chanting a spell.

*Rumble* *Rumble*

The mud wall started to shift, causing specks of dust to form and ripples to appear on its surface.

The process produced a loud noise, which made Laura's face pale, while Annie immediately went to the front yard to check on the others.

Shelty, who was previously panicking, became confused. She looked at Laura and asked, "If the problem is the loud noise, can I help with that?" She tilted her head and extended a hand.

Laura, upon hearing Shelty's comment, couldn't help but emit a cold snort, her disdain for him palpable. "Just stay there, leecher," she retorted, her voice laced with contempt. Her gaze briefly flickered to Shelty's chest, a mixture of curiosity and dismissiveness, before she averted her eyes.

Just as Laura was processing Shelty's words, a sudden surge of magic energy coursed through her, signaling the arrival of a magic message from her young master, Desmond. The unexpected interruption startled her, and a wave of panic washed over her.

"My apologies, young master, but the door you sealed caused quite a stir," Laura replied uneasily, her voice tinged with unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that her earlier blunder had drawn unwanted attention, prompting Desmond to contact her and potentially scold her.

Desmond's response only heightened Laura's anxiety. "Make that fast as soon as possible," he urged, his message brimming with urgency.

Relief flooded Laura's being as she realized her young master wasn't scolding her. A blissful sigh escaped her lips, and she eagerly replied, "Yes, young master!" She waited, hoping for further instructions, but no more calls came.

Frustrated and left to her own devices, Laura begrudgingly turned to Shelty, whose elation was apparent on his face. "You big boobs, help me here," she grumbled, her annoyance evident.

Shelty, with a gleeful demeanor, approached Laura, causing her chest to tremble noticeably. "Yes," she responded, feigning sincerity while patting her chest as if to demonstrate her willingness to assist. She tried to present herself as a reliable companion, though Laura saw through the act, perceiving it as a transparent ploy to flaunt the size of her bosom.

"Do as you like!" Laura retorted dismissively.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, several representatives from various mercenary factions had gathered at Desmond's house. Their seating arrangements were eclectic, with some occupying the table, while others propped their legs up on it. A few even swiveled their chairs to sit opposite their companions.

Upon Vesta and Bastian's arrival, they were left speechless, taken aback by the lack of decorum exhibited by the mercenaries. Bastian, initially filled with anger towards Vesta for the perceived harm done to Desmond, found his ire redirected at the mercenaries as they acted with casual disregard within his home.

"You gentlemen should consider your conduct when you're guests in someone else's abode," Bastian admonished, his frustration with Vesta momentarily subsiding upon realizing that Vesta hadn't intended to seriously harm Desmond. However, witnessing the mercenaries' lack of respect reignited his anger.

"Why should we obey you?" one of the unknown mercenary representatives taunted, his mocking gaze fixed on Bastian as he callously stomped on the pristine carpet, purposely glancing at Vesta to gauge his reaction.

Vesta sighed helplessly as he observed the unfolding scene. He knew that interfering in matters concerning another household's management would only serve to mock the head of the household, leaving him with no choice but to watch silently, his concern etched on his face.

The maid, reluctantly following the mercenaries' demands, was compelled to massage one of their feet, a grimace of discomfort masking her strained obedience as she endured the unpleasant odor.

Inwardly, Vesta lamented the situation, understanding the delicate balance he had to maintain as an outsider within the confines of Desmond's home. Interfering would only exacerbate tensions, and so he chose to bear witness in silence, his helplessness palpable.

Bastian realized that his own status and power were insufficient to discipline these unruly mercenaries. Were it not for his presence, along with his formidable Witch Master wife, he feared these lowly mercenaries might have engaged in truly outrageous behavior.

Among the mercenaries gathered, the majority displayed a complete lack of manners and respect, with the notable exceptions being the members of the Corps of Teleknights and Steel Legion.

Seated with poise and elegance, Veronica, the leader of the female mercenaries, patiently awaited the start of the meeting. Her commanding presence and strength deterred anyone from daring to stare or behave indecently towards her alluring figure. The atmosphere of respect surrounding her was a testament to her power and reputation.

Similarly, Ray, the charismatic leader of the Corps of Teleknights, exuded a similar aura. His striking handsomeness drew envy from many, who couldn't help but cast furtive glances his way.

Bastian's anger boiled within him, causing his lips to tremble with rage as he emitted a palpable aura of menace. He envisioned his son being escorted by these disrespectful scoundrels, further fueling his fury. It felt as though his hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment.

However, the mercenaries, upon sensing Bastian's killing aura, responded callously, their disrespect mocking the gravity of the situation. "Hahaha, he thinks this is enough to intimidate us?!" one of the mercenaries' representatives jeered, his laughter echoing in the room. "Haha, how terrifying," taunted another, their insolence on full display.

In truth, from the moment these low-ranking mercenaries set foot in this house, they failed to fully acknowledge the authority and importance of its inhabitants. Their respect was solely reserved for Katrina's decision to hire their services, obligating them to partake in escorting a wealthy young boy to the city of Helmfirth. They had been confident in their ability to accompany a privileged child.

However, when they discovered that the house they entered belonged to the Witch Master, their behavior immediately shifted to one of polite deference. And when Vesta, the Kingdom's Guardian, appeared, their surprise was evident. Invited to engage in a discussion, they made an effort to behave politely, attempting to present a favorable image in front of Vesta.

Yet, upon encountering the maids, their true natures began to surface.

Perhaps it was every lecherous man's secret fantasy to possess a maid capable of fulfilling their every desire. This realization, coupled with Vesta's sudden appearance and his decision to leave them in the care of the maids, caused some of the mercenaries to lose their inhibitions and act inappropriately.

Consequently, the representatives of the mercenaries, who had initially restrained their desires, now allowed their true intentions to dictate their actions.

Ray, the astute leader of the Corps of Teleknights, scoffed in disgust at the foolishness of these lowly mercenaries, deriding them with a snort. Their behavior was a disappointment to him, as he prided himself on maintaining discipline and a higher standard among his own faction.