The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Why? Haven't you read the rules, son?" Vesta's stern voice filled the room, his disappointment evident. Before Vesta could receive an answer, Leona, with a mix of concern and surprise, interrupted their exchange. Her gaze shifted between her composed son and the shy maid standing nearby.

"Could it be..." Leona trailed off, her eyes widening as she pieced together the situation. Her shock mirrored the realization dawning upon her. She approached Desmond, her voice barely a whisper. "Did you impregnate her?"

The unexpected revelation reached the ears of Clementine, who happened to be nearby. The words struck her like a thunderbolt, causing her to drop her fan in disbelief. Her expression turned blank as she locked eyes with Desmond, who remained remarkably calm amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Desmond, the subject of their conversation, couldn't help but find amusement in their reactions. "It's not what you all think," he reassured them, a wry smile playing on his lips. He locked eyes with his mother, reaching out to hold her hand that was tightly gripping his shoulder. "I'm well aware, and I've considered the consequences."

Relinquishing his grasp on his mother's hand, Desmond walked past Vesta and approached Laura, who nervously held a guidebook in her hands. Flustered, she extended the book towards her young master, her face flushing with embarrassment.

As Desmond accepted the guidebook from Laura, her hand retreated quickly, and she lowered her head, her hair acting as a veil to conceal her face. Desmond cleared his throat, intending to explain further, but his words were abruptly interrupted by Vesta.

"Alright, that's enough, kid. You're free to make your own choices," Vesta interjected nonchalantly, his impatience evident. Desmond, grateful for the interruption, expressed his gratitude, his anger defused. He had never enjoyed explaining his every action, and if it hadn't been for Vesta's horse-drawn carriage, he would have offered only a brief explanation without resorting to a book as evidence.

Meanwhile, the room's atmosphere had grown heavy with intense gazes fixed upon Desmond. Sensing the cold stares of his wife and Leona, the Master Witch, Vesta felt a twinge of discomfort, tinged with pity. "Tonight, you'll be sleeping in the guestroom," Clementine regained her composure and swatted away his hand, preventing him from touching her shoulder.

Vesta, taken aback by his wife's behavior, stood bewildered for a moment until Bastian approached him, offering understanding through a nod and a shake of his head. "I know that feeling," Bastian murmured, empathizing with Vesta's predicament.

Meanwhile, Clementine averted her gaze from her husband and approached Laura. Her tone carried a hint of suspicion as she questioned, "How long have you been in Desmond's service, and is there a special connection between you and your master?"

It was only natural for people to assume that Desmond and Laura shared a unique bond. After all, the journey from the capital to Helmfirth city via a horse-drawn carriage typically lasted around one to three months. During this time, Desmond and his maid, Laura, would be sharing the same carriage, sleeping and resting together for nearly three months.

Furthermore, the carriage provided by Vesta was equipped with dimension magic, expanding its interior to accommodate up to five people at once.

Laura's nerves trembled as she struggled to find the right words to answer the sudden inquiry. She felt confused and uncertain about how to respond.

"Let's put an end to this," Desmond interjected, sensing the discomfort in the air. His words redirected everyone's attention to the mercenaries who displayed annoyance and boredom on their faces.

"Thank you for waiting," Vesta swiftly took action, approaching his daughter. He held Diana's hand, which had been holding back tears. "Hush, my dear... say goodbye to your mother," Vesta choked out.

As the mercenaries observed Diana's tears, they too felt a pang of sorrow. There's a saying that when a beautiful woman cries, her sadness touches the hearts of others and elicits care and sympathy. And true to that saying, the tears flowing from Diana's captivating eyes evoked both pity and fascination in those who witnessed them.

Clementine, witnessing her daughter's tears, tenderly stroked her hair and enveloped her in a comforting embrace. "Good girl, you'll become a wonderful wife one day," Clementine added with a touch of cruelty, "So don't let anyone see your unsightly face."

Clementine's words froze Diana in her tracks, halting her tears, while leaving the others speechless. The method she employed to persuade her daughter seemed harsh and lacking in empathy.

"Feeling better now?" Clementine asked, releasing her embrace only to find her daughter's flushed face.

"Mother is being silly!" Diana exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration, as she hastily sought refuge inside the carriage.

Clementine smiled at her daughter's spirited reaction. On the other side, Vesta marveled at his wife's unconventional but effective way of comforting.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Vesta," a familiar voice called out, causing Vesta to let out a long sigh.

"What is it now, kid?" He turned around to find some of Desmond's maids standing behind him. "Don't tell me you also want to bring these maids along?" Vesta inquired, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Haha, that was a good one, Mr. Vesta," Desmond chuckled upon hearing the suggestion, but as he caught a glimpse of Vesta's serious expression, his laughter died down instantly. "Of course not."

Desmond then motioned for several maids to bring a stack of books and load them into his carriage. "Is this alright, Dad?" Desmond glanced at his father, who appeared helpless in the face of his son's insatiable love for reading.

"Yes," Bastian replied with a sigh. Even now, he couldn't quite comprehend why his son had such an ardent passion for books.

In just a matter of minutes, all the books that Desmond desired were carefully packed away. "Apologies for the delay," Desmond smiled warmly as he addressed everyone in the front yard.

"Is everything in order now?" Vesta leaned against the carriage, sporting a bored expression.

"Absolutely," Desmond confirmed, gesturing for Laura to join him.

"Then let's get going," Vesta issued orders to his troops and boarded his horse-drawn carriage.

Before Desmond stepped into his own carriage, he took one last glance back, soaking in the sight of his childhood home and his parents waving their hands at him.

"Take care, kid," his father spoke calmly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Make sure to eat well, so you don't become too thin!" his mother reminded him in a slightly higher-pitched tone.

"See you in a few years, little Desmond," Clementine chuckled, once again covering her face behind her fan.

Witnessing this heartfelt display, Desmond hesitated for a moment before returning their waves. A warm sensation welled up inside him as he basked in the love of his newfound family. At the same time, memories of his past family resurfaced, overlapping with his new experiences.

In the end, he raised his hand and waved at them all with a sincere smile.

Father, mother, sister... I hope you are all doing well in that world. From now on, I will live fully in this world. He had finally let go of the remnants of his attachment to his old family and embraced the new light that surrounded him.