The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Inside the horse-drawn carriage, the radiant hues of the setting sun blended with the gentle glow of the emerging moon, casting an ethereal light over the world. Within the dimly lit carriage, the soft illumination emanated from tiny, ephemeral orbs of light that flickered in and out of existence, surrounding Desmond's body in a mysterious dance.

As the moonlight finally penetrated the carriage, it breathed life into the hanging candles, causing them to ignite with a mesmerizing flame. The flickering glow intertwined with the radiant illumination emitted by a crystal ball suspended in the center of the room, creating an enchanting ambiance.

Desmond, his expression grave and determined, extended a hand toward Laura's body. With intense focus, he channeled his energies toward her, and she began to emit a faint moan, a sign of the energies at work within her.

Suddenly, Desmond's face contorted in surprise as a transparent screen materialized before his eyes, interrupting his concentration.

[System detects Host is sharing energy with other entities]

[Trait Effects are now being applied]

[Effect Number [3] Decrease the effect of shared attributes by -10%]

Simultaneously with the appearance of the transparent screen, a surge of energy burst forth from Desmond's body, swirling around his outstretched hand before gracefully entering Laura's body, one pulsation at a time. With each transfer, Desmond's own vitality seemed to wane, yet he gritted his teeth, fighting to maintain consciousness.

Laura, akin to Annie and Shelty, served as an invaluable ally to Desmond, a multifaceted subordinate capable of handling troublesome matters and acting as a liaison with Vesta's subordinates and other individuals.

During the channeling process, Desmond caught glimpses of Laura's pallid face, which gradually regained its healthy color. Witnessing this transformation, Desmond nodded in satisfaction. "Good. It seems this experiment was successful," he murmured. However, a desperate expression quickly replaced his previous satisfaction. If his cultivation method worked with Laura, why did it fail in his own case?

His gaze shifted to the transparent screen beside him. "Sigh, regardless. It appears they have finished distributing the war rations," Desmond muttered, observing with delight as the gray dots surrounding the gate vanished one by one.

Several seconds elapsed, and Desmond, deeming it sufficient, ceased the process of channeling his energy. As he did, he noticed the gradual alleviation of the pain caused by the previous experiment. However, he also felt a lingering weakness permeating his body due to the depletion of his own energy reserves.

"Status," Desmond inquired.

[-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Human (100%)

Class: 1st Swordsman / 0 st Dragonslayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 3.48 / 40.97

Strength: 28.24 (27.14)

Agility: 20.99 (18.20)

Stamina: 8.43

Dragon Essence: 0]

"Hmm, this is not sufficient," Desmond muttered, furrowing his brow as he observed the remaining energy. His gaze shifted back to the map displayed on the transparent screen. "There are still numerous people to attend to," he sighed, shaking his head in frustration. Returning his attention to Laura's condition, he embarked on a reevaluation.

After Laura's condition had stabilized completely, her breathing regained strength, and the dwindling energy within her ceased its decline. Satisfied with her progress, Desmond retired to his bed and assumed a cross-legged position, entering a deep state of meditation.

As his eyelids gently closed, the ambient energy in the room congregated and flowed into his body, now entering his being at a leisurely pace.

Gradually, Desmond experienced a sensation akin to a withered plant being rejuvenated by a long-awaited shower. The weakness and drowsiness that had plagued him slowly dissipated, accompanied by the alleviation of the pains that had wracked his body. With each exhale, a frigid aura wafted from his breath, harmonizing with the cool night air.

...

Meanwhile, several minutes passed, and Laura, who had been unconscious, finally opened her eyes. In her dreams, she had encountered fearsome beasts only to be rescued by her young master. Recalling the dream, a blissful grin adorned her face, accompanied by a faint blush. However, in a moment of clarity, she snapped back to reality and muttered in confusion, "Huh?"

Taking stock of her surroundings, she realized she was no longer lying on the hard, rough floor but instead found herself nestled on a soft bed, leaving her bewildered. Her mind raced as she tried to recollect her last memories before losing consciousness.

Simultaneously, she noticed an unfamiliar sensation of weakness permeating her entire body. Her heart pounded with intensity, and her trembling hand instinctively reached out to touch herself. However, to her surprise, she discovered that she was fully clothed, leaving her feeling disappointed.

*Clap*

"What was I thinking?!" Laura exclaimed in a panic, slapping her cheeks with both hands, her face flushed crimson like a ripe tomato.

*Cluck*

She hastily grabbed a blanket and used it to cover her face, concealing her embarrassment while stealing glances at her young master.

Relieved to find her young master immersed in his meditation, Laura's racing heart gradually calmed. She proceeded to compose herself and began tidying up the remnants of spilled water.

Meanwhile, just as Laura finished cleaning the floor, Desmond opened his eyes and smiled. "Hmm, the feeling after a hard day's work is truly invigorating," he remarked, stretching his arms overhead and standing tall, his body arching with renewed vigor.

Noticing someone's gaze upon him, he turned his head. "Oh, Laura, how are you?" Desmond asked, a look of astonishment gracing his features upon seeing Laura, who was already awake and beaming at him.

Laura chuckled and replied with a wide, warm smile. "I feel much better, young master," she replied. Lowering her head respectfully, she added, "Thank you for saving my life, young master." Her words held a genuine sincerity, emanating heartfelt gratitude from the depths of her being.

Laura, despite her lack of understanding regarding the recent events, couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered within her. The memory of being almost lifted into the sky and transported to a breathtakingly beautiful place sent shivers of fear down her spine.

"No problem, it's nothing major," Desmond replied casually, waving a dismissive hand as he approached the small window. Peering through the glass, he gazed upon the brightly shining moon and the serene atmosphere that enveloped the surroundings.

After briefly assessing the level of his energy, Desmond turned on his heel and positioned himself in front of the door. "Wait here, I have some matters to attend to."

"Yes, young master," Laura responded obediently, refraining from questioning his instructions. Her eyes briefly followed Desmond's figure before settling back on the sofa, awaiting his return.

Desmond was adept at custom spells, a unique blend of artificial spells and combinations that he concocted. One such spell, "Light Distortion," required no incantation and could be activated instantly by his will alone.

In an instant, the brilliant moonlight slowly converged toward Desmond's body, seemingly engulfing him until he vanished from the spot altogether.

Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, Desmond stepped outside and made his way toward the village's entrance gate.

...

At the stroke of midnight, a tranquil atmosphere blanketed the village, with only a few boisterous voices piercing the silence, emanating from a group of mercenaries engaged in lively conversation near a crackling bonfire.

Meanwhile, the villagers had long sought refuge within the safety of their homes, leaving only the eerie nocturnal winds, reminiscent of a wolf's haunting howl, to echo through the night.

Passing by the various structures and tents belonging to the mercenaries, Desmond's eyes widened in slight surprise upon seeing the pile of beast corpses scattered around.

"Seems like most of these mercenaries lack hygiene," he muttered disapprovingly, noticing the dirt smeared across their bodies. Clicking his tongue in mild annoyance, he continued his trek.

Not only did he come across scattered remnants of the beasts strewn across the streets, but he also detected a putrid stench emanating from the disarrayed remains.

Fortunately, this turn of events works in my favor, Desmond thought, acknowledging the fortuitous outcome.