The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Outside the door, a frown creased Veronica's brow, and the captain mirrored her disapproval. The words that reached their ears evoked a sense of rudeness, and their eyes locked, silently acknowledging their shared understanding.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the captain spoke with genuine concern, his sincerity laced in his words. His gaze softened, and even a smile graced his lips, despite the door remaining closed. "I apologize if our approach seems impolite, but it is crucial that we assess his condition thoroughly."

Veronica, her eyes emanating an icy glare as she imagined the maid's reaction, interjected, her voice tinged with a chill. "Moreover, I witnessed him enter the battlefield and depart without explanation. I am genuinely worried about his well-being."

As the captain's words reached Laura's ears, she initially felt nothing, almost allowing them entry. However, a sudden halt in her step came upon hearing the woman's voice.

*Click.*

The door swung open, and Laura emerged, positioning herself like a resolute statue, standing guard before the entrance. With a deep breath, she spoke, her voice tinged with a mixture of apology and reprimand. "I apologize if I misheard, but are you suggesting disturbing someone who is trying to rest? Where are your manners?" Her soft, fig-colored eyes glared at them, her tone low but forceful.

Veronica and the captain's expressions darkened, their moods dampened by Laura's words. The captain intended to offer an apology, but his reaction proved too late compared to Veronica's swift retort.

"Oh? And who are you to command me?" Veronica retorted, her gaze locked with Laura's as she took a step forward. The two women now stood face to face, their figures emphasized by the proximity of their chests.

Beside Veronica, the captain nearly suffered a nosebleed at the sight of the stunning ladies inadvertently showcasing their assets.

While Veronica had no intention of disturbing Desmond's peace, her primary concern lay in ensuring his safety. A mysterious entity wreaking havoc on the battlefield had left her uneasy. With the events of the battlefield shrouded in uncertainty, her attention had been redirected to her comrades, leaving her oblivious to Desmond's condition.

Upon hearing of his safety, she had been relieved, but the servant's attitude soured her mood. With her strength as a third-class swordsman, she possessed ample power to silence the insolent tongues of those who dared to provoke her.

Most individuals trembled in fear of her formidable prowess. However, when Veronica noticed the disdainful gaze from Master Desmond's maid, a surge of provocation coursed through her. Unbeknownst to her, her mouth opened, and a foolish question escaped.

Beside her, the captain shook his head, disappointment evident in his eyes. While they currently maintained cooperation due to a shared client, mercenaries were wild warriors, unlike disciplined soldiers such as himself.

Laura furrowed her brow, unable to resist stealing a brief glance at Veronica before nodding subtly. Strangely, an uncomfortable sensation washed over Veronica upon witnessing this response.

"Isn't it obvious?" Laura's voice dripped with mockery as she spoke, casting a displeased look towards Veronica. "I am his servant, and I faithfully obey his every command. Does that suffice?" She added, her words laced with disdain, before promptly shutting the door without waiting for a reply.

With a soft yet firm *bam,* the door closed slowly, without a loud sound to accompany it. On the other side, Veronica stared at the closed door, her eyes wide with disbelief, her expression a mix of astonishment and frustration.

"Well, the problem is resolved now that we know Master Desmond's safety and location," the captain remarked, observing Veronica's dazed state. "I'm leaving; I need to report to the Guardian about the battle." Without looking back, he turned around, still maintaining his courteous nature as he bid Veronica farewell, despite the underlying tensions among their comrades.

As Veronica regained her senses, her face flushed with embarrassment and resentment. She glared at the door, emitting a dismissive snort before making her way back to her camp, her emotions swirling within.

The captain walked on, his spirits lifted, perhaps due to the pleasant conversation he had just shared with two beautiful ladies. Oblivious to his surroundings, he found himself standing in front of Vesta's carriage. Giving a gentle knock, he patiently waited until he heard the voice of his guardian.

"So, how did it go?" Vesta sat on the sofa, his daughter nestled at his side, engrossed in a book. Though he wore a faint smile, the captain couldn't help but straighten his posture, showing respect to his superior.

The captain recounted the battle between the beasts and the soldiers, and when he reached the part where the soldiers struggled against the ogre's onslaught, his heart skipped a beat, momentarily pausing in his retelling.

"Please, continue," Vesta's voice resonated, granting the captain a sense of relief.

The story flowed smoothly until Vesta's voice broke the captain's narrative once again. "Did you say the boy also participated in the battle?" Vesta inquired, prompting Diana's ears to twitch, and she surreptitiously glanced at the captain.

"Yes, Master Desmond aided us in slaying a few Husk Wolves before he disappeared completely. After that, we lost sight of the current situation on the battlefield," the captain replied, his voice holding a tinge of somberness.

"Why?" Vesta looked at him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, his gaze mirroring his daughter's nod of agreement.

The captain offered a bittersweet smile before answering, "Because there was a being who singlehandedly vanquished most of the Husk Wolves. Even the leader of the Steel Legion couldn't clearly discern the figure of this being. All I saw was a blur of light darting among the Husk Wolves."

Upon hearing this, Vesta's brows furrowed in concern. He gestured for his daughter to move aside, then rose from his seat and approached his desk, deep in thought.

"Even Veronica couldn't see this being?" Vesta inquired once more, finding it hard to believe that the perceptive eyes of a third-class Swordsman failed to capture even a glimmer of the flashing light. Doubt seeped into his mind as he listened to the report from his trusted subordinate.

"Yes," the captain affirmed without hesitation, their shared experience in a life-or-death situation reinforcing his certainty. The conversation about Desmond only further solidified their impressions.

Vesta then inquired about Desmond's condition after the battle, massaging his temples before gesturing for the captain to leave with a wave of his right palm.

"Is that brat truly as impressive as you say, father?" Diana approached, her voice tinged with disbelief. Her eyes held a hint of doubt, unwilling to concede that someone her own age possessed such strength. After all, the subordinates of her father were typically at the mid-upper stages of their training, while Desmond, despite his age, appeared to rival them.

Vesta shifted his gaze to his daughter and gently ruffled her hair. "Silly girl, there's no need to be jealous all the time. After all, he's a boy and you're a girl. In the end, you may have to rely on a man in the future, unless you successfully achieve the realm of Grandmaster," he said, his voice filled with affection.

However, a hint of bitterness crept into his expression as he spoke of relying on a man.

Even though Desmond's accomplishments had managed to surprise him to some extent, Vesta had no intention of agreeing to their marriage. No matter what, he didn't want to be separated from his daughter at this point in time. His affectionate words were laced with a firm resolve.

Brushing his hand aside, Diana bared her teeth playfully at her father and snapped back, "Hmp! Just you wait! Even with my current power, there's no one—" She spoke with confidence, but her expression froze as a particular person crossed her mind.

A beautiful girl with silver hair flashed in her thoughts, and she continued, "—you're right, father. I need to train. Can we use your main soldiers so we can arrive faster?" Diana finally voiced her request. She had remained silent about this matter since the beginning of their journey, but now she realized that time was running short.

After all, she was aware that the group of soldiers accompanying them were newly recruited under her father's command. They lacked the experience and training that the main soldiers possessed.

Vesta was taken aback, his jaw dropping open in surprise. "How did you know?" he asked, stunned. He had never disclosed this information to his daughter, and not even his wife was aware of it.

However, his expression soon returned to its usual composed state as a particular memory flashed through his mind. "Don't tell your mother. Father simply wants to train them to become slightly stronger in the wilderness," he replied with a smile and a wink, before planting a gentle kiss on Diana's cheek. He then immediately resumed his work, focused on writing his report.