The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"That's true," the maid murmured, her voice tinged with hesitation. She glanced back over her shoulder before nodding in agreement. "But my young master prefers not to be disturbed. Thank you for the offer." With a sigh, she turned on her heels. "Mister?" She addressed the captain, only to find him lost in his daydreams. Resigned, she slowly closed the door once more.

*Click.*

"Is this alright, young master?" After closing the door, the maid cast a helpless glance at her young master, a wry smile playing on her lips.

Laura returned to find their room in utter disarray. While she could certainly clean it up, the task would consume a considerable amount of her time.

"Yes, just leave it be. There are too many secrets to hide," Desmond replied without batting an eye. He simply didn't want any additional problems, and the thought of a stranger intruding into his room made him uneasy.

Hearing her young master's response, Laura shook her head and grabbed the broom from near the door.

Meanwhile, Desmond settled himself on the sofa, now returned to its rightful place, sipping on a glass of wine. He nodded at Laura.

"Hmm?" In that moment, Desmond's attention was drawn to a gray dot on the map, moving back toward their horse-drawn carriages. "Interesting... How will the royal army react?"

Previously, Desmond had been puzzled by the lack of coordination between the mercenaries and the royal troops in subduing the enemy. However, after overhearing their heated conversation and catching every detail, he finally realized that there was indeed a conflict between the mercenaries and the royal army.

"You guys..." Suddenly, a loud shout reverberated through the air, causing both Laura and Desmond to raise their eyebrows.

"Ah, it has begun..." Desmond murmured. Yet this time, he chose to tune out the sounds of battle, while Laura, after stealing a glance at her young master's expression, resumed her task of tidying the room.

"You mercenaries are nothing but—"

...

The skirmish didn't last long, as Desmond soon heard the two leaders of the mercenaries intervene, silencing the raucous fighters. The air grew tense, everyone too afraid to express their opinions.

Strangely, once the commotion had subsided, Desmond noticed that the gray dot on the map was now headed towards their horse carriage. "Laura, prepare yourself. We are about to receive another guest." His eyes flickered with anticipation as he locked his gaze on the door.

"Ah, yes, young master." Laura hurriedly responded, setting aside the books she had been placing on the shelf, and positioned herself in front of the door.

*Knock* *Knock* The sound of knocking echoed through the room, interrupting Laura's preparations. With a slight sigh, she opened the door, only to find the captain of the royal soldiers standing there, accompanied by a weary-looking woman and two children.

"Ah, sorry to disturb you again, miss. I am in desperate need of help. Would it be possible for this mother and her children to seek refuge in your carriage for a while?" the captain asked, his tone tinged with urgency.

Laura's gaze drifted past the captain, and she caught sight of a middle-aged woman with a forced smile on her face, her eyes filled with desperation. Beside her, a young boy of the same age as Desmond averted his gaze with an air of arrogance, though a slight flush colored his cheeks.

Laura turned back to face Desmond, only to find him shaking his head, his eyes narrowed with a hint of suspicion.

"I'm sorry, captain, but we cannot accommodate them," Laura responded, her voice devoid of pity or sadness, maintaining her professional composure.

"I see. It's unfortunate. Please accept my apologies for disturbing you once again, miss," the captain sighed, a bitter smile playing on his lips. The middle-aged woman's expression mirrored his sorrow, her hand trembling as she clutched her son's.

"Hey, idiot! Let us in! I can see you have a spacious room. Why can't you make room for my mom and me?!" Unexpectedly, the young boy suddenly erupted in anger, glaring fiercely at Laura.

"Boy, come here. Leave them alone," the captain intervened, attempting to reason with the boy. Though he himself felt irritated by the young master's arrogant behavior, there was little he could do.

Despite the captain's words, it was clear that he had no intention of physically restraining the boy. Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman took hold of her son's hand and looked into his eyes.

"Quiet down, behave yourself! Do not disturb others' affairs," she whispered in a low tone, her anger evident but her expression betraying a hint of sadness as a tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

"HEY!!!" The sight of his mother's emotions triggered a surge of defiance in the boy, prompting him to kick at the carriage and causing Laura's smile to vanish.

"Listen here, you brat. Obey your parents and leave," Laura retorted, her voice now cold and stern as she looked down upon them.

The sudden change in Laura's attitude left both the captain and the middle-aged woman surprised. "Come on, kid, let's go," the woman urged, no longer hesitating as she tugged at her son's hand.

"Stop, Mom! We need a place to rest," the boy resisted, yanking his hand away with force, nearly causing his mother to stumble. He then turned back to face the maid before him, a mocking smile curling his lips. "You're just a cheap servant, selling your body to your master! Go fetch your master and tell him to get his sorry ass out here!"

This time, Laura's gaze shifted from the pair to the captain standing beside them, her eyes burning with a stern glare. Sensing her intense disapproval, the captain offered an apologetic smile and quickly moved closer to the mother and her son. "Come on, kid. I can provide you and your mother with a horse to ride," he suggested, reaching out to grab the boy's hand, paying no heed to his resistance.

But...

*Crack!*

"No!!!" The boy shouted defiantly, taking the captain by surprise.

To his astonishment, the captain encountered strong resistance from the determined boy. "Come now, boy, don't struggle," he urged, tugging on the boy's hand with a bit more force, trying to overpower him.

"Stop, captain, please stop!" The boy's mother cried out in a mixture of fear and despair, causing the captain to pause, bewildered by her reaction.

Turning around, the captain's gaze fell upon the sight that caused his eyes to widen. The boy's muscular hand clung tightly to the handle of the carriage door, displaying an unwavering determination.

Without hesitation, the captain released the boy's hand, realizing that this young boy possessed unexpected strength. He couldn't help but recognize that the boy's physical prowess was nearly equivalent to that of a low-class warrior, measuring close to 15.00 on the strength scale.

Sighing inwardly, the captain began to speak, intending to offer some advice, but before he could utter another word, the sound of footsteps emerged from inside the horse carriage, growing louder with each passing moment.

"As the captain, your performance has been disappointing," a cold, hoarse, and heavy voice resonated, accompanying the approaching footsteps.