The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

After Desmond exited the tent, the captain wasted no time and promptly assigned soldiers to stand guard at its entrance. With a sense of duty, the soldiers positioned themselves, ready to defend the area.

Following the departure of Desmond, the captain couldn't help but wear a wicked grin, his eyes fixated on the alluring curves of Laura and Annie's buttocks. "The young master certainly has a refined taste in women," he remarked, savoring the sight as he ran his tongue across his lips before returning to his own tent.

Meanwhile, as Desmond walked away from the tent, his steps gradually slowed down. He carefully perused the newly acquired information displayed on the system.

[A Knowledge has been gained!]

[Adding the data information to the Host's brain...0%]

[Data has been successfully added!]

[Name: Custom Made Magic Crystal ?? / A precious kingdom item ??

Grade: ???

Information: This invaluable magic crystal takes the form of a perfectly rounded triangle. It possesses the ability to weaken the power of prisoners ??]

Disappointed, Desmond sighed and shook his head. Although he hadn't placed high expectations on the information provided by the captain, he still yearned for more valuable insights from the system.

While en route to Vesta's camp, Desmond's ears caught the sound of a door opening. The noise emanated from the vicinity where his carriage was parked, instantly capturing the attention of those nearby, including Desmond himself.

As a result, when a figure finally emerged, the soldiers who weren't on duty immediately greeted her, while the mercenaries couldn't help but roll their eyes at the soldiers' behavior.

"Welcome, young lady Diana. How are you faring?" Only the captain held the authority and right to inquire about her condition. Fortunately, his tent was conveniently situated not far from the carriage, allowing him to swiftly extend his greetings.

"I'm fine. Is my father inside the tent?" Diana asked, her eyes sweeping over the captain from head to toe before shifting her gaze to the surrounding area. Her eyes mirrored Annie's, an intense shade of orange, yet radiating a brighter, fierier hue that spoke of her battle spirit.

"It's you," Diana murmured in a low tone, narrowing her eyes as she caught sight of Desmond's group, not too far from her father's tent.

Observing Diana's focused gaze, the nearby soldiers frowned, their attention directed at Desmond. However, considering the rumors circulating between the two of them, none of the soldiers dared to voice their disapproval.

In contrast to the soldiers, the captain maintained an indifferent demeanor, his attention still fixed on his young lady. "Shall we proceed to the Guardian tent?" he inquired, though he grew increasingly irritated by Diana's continued glances in the direction of that boy. Nonetheless, he forced a smile and patiently awaited her response.

Unbeknownst to Desmond, Annie and Laura, who trailed closely behind their young master, reacted differently. Annie simply cast a nonchalant glance at Diana, while Laura momentarily flashed a mocking smile before discreetly lifting the hem of her skirt.

Desmond remained oblivious to his maids' actions, but when Diana caught sight of this, fury and shock washed over her, causing a vein to throb on her forehead.

"A mere maid dares to disrespect me..." Diana seethed, aware that Desmond had brought his maids along on the journey, yet not recalling the presence of these two in particular.

In this kingdom, where nobility had been abolished after the rebellion, the affluent still yearned to be treated with the reverence befitting nobles. Diana, accustomed to this prevailing attitude, was taken aback by the audacity of the maid's actions, which she had never witnessed before.

"Let's go. I want to see how she dares to behave like that in front of my father!" Diana declared, snorting in disdain before taking a resolute step forward, followed closely by her captain. Engrossed in her indignation over Laura's behavior, Diana momentarily forgot her earlier intention to challenge Desmond.

"Yes, young lady," the captain acknowledged, falling in line behind Diana while gesturing for the remaining soldiers to disperse. Although perplexed by the individual mentioned by his young lady, he dismissed it as a minor dispute among the wealthy scions, unworthy of further attention.

After a few more strides, Desmond finally arrived at the entrance of Vesta's tent. A vigilant soldier, tasked with guarding the entrance, halted him in his tracks.

"Young master, may I inquire about the purpose of your visit to the Guardian tent?" the soldier queried, casting an appraising gaze at Desmond. Despite his youthful appearance, rumors of Desmond's maturity had reached the soldier's ears, compelling him to verify their veracity firsthand.

Aware that wealthy scions often displayed a more decent demeanor once they reached fifteen years of age, the soldier's glance inadvertently drifted toward the two exquisite maids accompanying Desmond.

"I request a meeting with the guardian to discuss the progress of our journey, as well as to deliver some positive news pertaining to it," Desmond replied. Unlike his conversations with the mercenaries, Desmond deemed it unnecessary to divulge further information to a mere soldier.

The soldier, assigned to safeguard the entrance and ensure visitors had legitimate intentions, stood in awe. Desmond's height and the rumors about him made it difficult to believe he was just a teenager. "Very well, you may enter, but your maids shall remain in my care," he stated firmly, directing a scrutinizing look at the maids.

The soldier's decision was unwavering. Despite being a fresh recruit, he understood that maids held no authority, and allowing them unrestricted access to the Guardian could potentially endanger his safety.

Upon hearing the soldier's directive, Desmond furrowed his brow and locked eyes with the soldier. Even Lara, who typically exuded composure, wore a disapproving expression, while Annie stared at the soldier with a growing sense of irritation.

Since when had meeting with Vesta become so stringent? Desmond wondered, rubbing his temples with his hand, and then glanced back at his maids.

As Desmond turned to address his maids, his pupils contracted, a fleeting glimmer of surprise flickering across his eyes for a brief moment.

"Allow them to accompany me," he commanded assertively.

=== Weekly Challenge!! ===

1. 700 Power Stones  = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

2. 1400 Power Stones  = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

3. 2100 Power Stones  = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

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