The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond's heart swelled with excitement upon learning this crucial piece of information. It meant that he could unleash the full power of the spell without restraint. However, his elation was abruptly replaced by a sudden change in his expression, a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Captain, we've been unable to locate the boy!" A faint voice drifted from a distance, barely audible to the ordinary ear. Yet, with Desmond's extraordinary psychic abilities, his keen senses deciphered the soldier's words clearly.

Positioned at the outskirts of the arid forest, as suggested by the system, Desmond remained within its proximity, not venturing too deep. Reacting swiftly, he stuffed the severed tails into his pockets, preserving the essential components, and cast his spell to reduce the remaining parts to ashes.

As the tails smoldered and released a wispy trail of smoke, a faint scent of burning filled the air. Ignoring the odor, Desmond wasted no time in activating his custom spell: Light Distortion.

Under the still-dark sky, the dry forest appeared even more ominous, its depths shrouded in darkness, only intermittently illuminated by slivers of moonlight seeping through the skeletal branches. Standing before a small rock, Desmond's figure stood resolute, his gaze fixed on the direction of the soldier's voice.

Gradually, his body became enveloped in a luminous glow, starting from his toes and gradually consuming him entirely.

The transformation process lasted a mere ten seconds before Desmond vanished from the spot, his presence concealed by the custom spell. However, the spell only veiled his body, leaving his footfalls audible as he moved with light and calculated steps.

Silently, Desmond traversed the outer periphery of the dry forest until he reached the battlefield. Before him, a mound of Husk Wolves' lifeless bodies had been amassed, forming a macabre mountain. Once again, their remains were stacked in the center, a grisly testament to the soldiers' efficient efforts.

As Desmond's feet emerged from the edge of the dry forest, a voice jolted him, emanating from right beside him, causing him to startle involuntarily.

"I should return," a soldier declared, standing steadfastly beside Desmond, gripping his sword tightly as he peered into the murky darkness behind him.

Desmond's movements froze, his eyes locking onto the soldier's intense gaze, his throat tightening with unease. Yet, he swiftly regained his composure, his countenance turning cold as he prepared to unsheathe his own blade. Only when the soldier departed did Desmond finally exhale, releasing the breath he had unknowingly held.

Casting a discerning glance around, Desmond noticed that most of the soldiers had already left the scene. His narrowed eyes focused on Veronica, her expression filled with worry, and the captain, standing with arms crossed as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle.

Thankfully, they were still present, Desmond thought, a glimmer of relief washing over him. His gaze then shifted toward the waiting carriages, mentally calculating the time and distance required to reach them.

With his right foot drawn back and a slight bend at the waist, Desmond exerted pressure through his toes, causing the ground beneath him to gradually sink. In an explosive burst of energy, he catapulted forward, sprinting toward his designated carriage.

Using the mound of Husk Wolf corpses as concealment, his lithe form glided past Veronica, yet his footfalls resounded loudly across the otherwise serene battlefield.

As Veronica and the captain engaged in a discussion about Desmond, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a peculiar sound. They immediately grew alert, their eyes narrowing as they scanned the battlefield. However, their confusion deepened.

"Footsteps? But there should be no one else here except us," Veronica remarked, her brows furrowing in bewilderment.

The captain unsheathed his sword, assuming a defensive stance. Yet, his attention was diverted when a flock of crows emerged in the sky, originating from the direction of the enigmatic footsteps. His perplexity grew.

"Is it a beast, or perhaps the one responsible for slaying those creatures?" the captain pondered, a cold glint shimmering in his eyes as a surge of killing intent emanated from his being. While this enigmatic "being" may have potentially saved them from disaster, their true intentions remained unknown. The captain squinted, attempting to locate the source of the threat.

Contrasting the captain's observations, Veronica, with her higher class, possessed heightened senses. She could discern even the faintest sound of breathing preceding the footsteps. However, a sudden chill breeze caressed her body, making her shudder, and she became certain that "someone" had passed by her.

Her pupils emitted a faint red glow as she activated her enhanced vision, scanning the chaotic battlefield. Frowning, she noticed the ground marred by countless footprints, a testament to the chaotic events that had unfolded.

"Should we inspect his carriage, Ms. Veronica?" the captain anxiously inquired. The messy state of the battlefield and their ignorance regarding Desmond's current condition made further investigation futile.

"I believe we should," Veronica replied, turning around. Her primary concern was Desmond's well-being, which had prompted her participation in the battle.

...

Meanwhile, while Veronica and the captain speculated about the strange occurrences, Desmond had already arrived at the entrance of his carriage. Without bothering to knock, he gently pushed the door open, revealing Laura, who anxiously awaited his return, clutching a book in her hands.

"Young master," Laura greeted with a bright smile, but her expression froze upon noticing the bloodstains on Desmond's attire. Her face paled, and she delicately touched the bloodied fabric, even catching a whiff of its metallic scent.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling. Concern filled her eyes as she clutched the stained clothing with both hands.

"Nothing of importance. Just lock the door and inform anyone who asks that I am resting," Desmond replied calmly, removing his upper garments, revealing his well-sculpted, muscular physique, and tying his long hair back.

"Yes, young master," Laura replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. She took his discarded clothes, only to be surprised by the trail of fur on the fabric. Her thoughts raced, realizing that her young master had indeed taken part in the battle. The cacophony of combat had been too loud for her to remain oblivious to the events transpiring outside.

Anxiety crept into Laura's mind, her gaze secretly darting towards her young master. However, she sighed with relief upon seeing no signs of injury on his body. At least he was safe. Blushing, Laura averted her gaze, unable to resist stealing glances at Desmond's chiseled form.

While Laura contemplated, Desmond seated himself on the carriage floor, closing his eyes.

[Mass of Unique Energy Detected!]

[Do you wish to absorb it? Y / N]

"Yes," Desmond responded resolutely.

Suddenly, the surrounding energy converged towards him, coalescing into a massive bubble that enveloped his entire body.

As the tentacle-like energies swirled around Desmond, his body appeared to hover slightly in the air. The astonishing display drew a gasp of surprise from Laura, who stood nearby. The magnitude of the energy was immense, visible even to the naked eye, capturing the attention of anyone, including a seasoned swordsman.

Just as Laura contemplated intervening or cautioning her young master, a knock resounded on the carriage door, shattering the stillness. Her ears perked up, recognizing the voice that followed.

"Master Desmond?" The woman's voice seeped through the door, causing Laura's pupils to shrink as a cold glint flickered in her gaze. She knew she had to act quickly to protect her young master's privacy.

Setting down the tea tray on the table, Laura straightened her posture and smoothed her clothing, purposely emitting a soft cough to alert the visitor of her presence.

*Step* *Step*

Deliberately exaggerating her footsteps, Laura approached the door with purpose, determined to handle the situation with poise. "Hello, please lower your tone; young master is currently resting," she replied firmly without opening the door.