The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

On the opposite end, Felix and his maids regarded him with piqued curiosity, their gazes fixed on Desmond, particularly Felix himself. Eager to unravel the mystery of his young master's uncanny foresight, Felix yearned to understand how he could have anticipated the guards' arrival at the precise location. Yet, all he witnessed was Desmond staring into the void, seemingly devoid of action.

Meanwhile, Laura and Annie, perceiving their young master's engrossment and lack of disclosure, quelled their inquisitiveness, their attention solemnly fixated on the opulent tavern before them.

"Now that everyone has gathered," Desmond declared, his voice resonating with authority. "I shall assign each of you a crucial task to undertake." His gaze then shifted towards Felix, but before doing so, he proceeded to introduce each of his maids to his trusted confidant.

"Felix, your responsibility shall be to launch an attack from the rooftop. Disrupt their defenses by shattering the roof and descending upon them from above, creating chaos and providing Laura the opportunity to unleash an elemental spell aimed directly at their minds."

"As for you, Annie," he continued, his tone unwavering, "your task will be to hypnotize the innocent patrons and assert control over their bodies, compelling them to vacate the premises."

Pausing briefly, Desmond inhaled deeply, his eyes surveying the expressions of his companions. "Are there any objections or inquiries?" he inquired, observing as Laura and Annie shook their heads in tacit approval.

It was then that Felix raised his head, breaking his silence. "Young master, what shall be my course of action once she has vanquished them or during the process of their demise?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

"You shall protect her while she channels the spell. Some of our adversaries are formidable adversaries indeed, and it is your duty to ensure her safety," Desmond replied resolutely, his unwavering gaze fixed upon Felix.

Felix nodded in acknowledgment, descending into contemplative silence as he absorbed the instructions. Desmond continued, his voice cutting through the air, "Once all of you have executed your assigned tasks, converge immediately behind the doors of the tavern bar."

As for how Desmond possessed such detailed information, he owed his knowledge to a remarkable system that had meticulously scanned the entire tavern, simplifying his endeavor.

Satisfied by the absence of objections or questions, Desmond channeled the natural energy swirling around his hands, his palms ablaze with the appearance of white-hot fire gloves.

Bowing low, he made contact with the ground. *Rumble, rumble.* For a fleeting moment, silence reigned before the earth trembled beneath him. The white stone paving surrounding the opulent tavern began to ascend, soaring to nearly half the height of the structure before halting abruptly.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the pavement, debris from the disrupted building scattered haphazardly near the tavern. The resounding rumble reverberated through the air, causing onlookers outside the tavern to fling open their windows in shock.

The elevated terrain materialized, encircling the luxurious tavern like a formidable thorn-laden wall, its imposing structure a sight to behold. Felix, shaken to his very core, beheld his young master invoking spells without the need for incantations. And as his gaze shifted back to the magical spectacle before him, a spark of wonder ignited within him.

Returning his attention to Desmond, Felix discovered that he had already commenced casting another spell, its energy surging skyward. *Boom.* A colossal pair of fiery crossed swords materialized in the heavens, illuminating the darkened sky with their scorching heat. The guards on patrol, struck with terror, were petrified at the sight.

Simultaneously, battle cries erupted from all directions, causing the guards to pale in dread as they hastened toward their commanding officer.

However, after Desmond successfully executed and harnessed his magic, his gaze swept across the surroundings, only to find Felix confidently positioned on the rooftop, while Laura and Annie had seemingly vanished from sight.

"Excellent, truly excellent," Desmond muttered with a sly grin, fashioning himself an earth-made chair. In one hand, he held a glass of wine, its crimson contents swirling gently, while his attention remained fixated on the map spread out before him. Patiently, he awaited Annie's command over the innocent patrons to guide them out of harm's way.

...

Meanwhile, at another nearby tavern, chaos ensued. Clad in black garments, the enraged guards bellowed, their weapons unsheathed, as they mercilessly unleashed their fury upon their enemies. "Slay them all!" they roared, their power overwhelming, akin to a pack of wolves infiltrating a flock of sheep.

Glass shattered, and candles were toppled, igniting a malevolent inferno that engulfed the entire tavern, its flames fueled by the spilled blood of the unfortunate victims. Amidst the agonized screams of the patrons, a symphony blended with the sadistic laughter of the guards, reveling in their merciless slaughter.

Tragically, some individuals were trapped in rooms, their frantic lovemaking abruptly cut short as they were consumed by the fiery blaze.

Those who managed to survive desperately fled toward the back exit, only to find their lives prematurely severed as their heads were unceremoniously severed from their bodies. The guards ruthlessly dispatched the unarmed foes, their necks shattered, rendering them unconscious, before continuing their slaughter.

After a brutal span of approximately five minutes, the tavern floor was littered with lifeless corpses, a haunting tableau of the fallen, while a handful of individuals remained unconscious amidst the carnage. In stark contrast, the guards wore expressions of satisfaction on their blood-streaked faces.

"At long last!" one of the guards exclaimed, his voice a mix of euphoria and grief. Unbeknownst to the others, he carried within him the weight of a painful past, bearing witness to the atrocities inflicted upon his loved ones.

"Daughter, your father has avenged you. Rest in peace, my child. Await my arrival!" Another guard, consumed by madness, bellowed as he plunged his own blade into his heart. Yet, no other guards moved to save him, for they all shared the same purpose, their objective now fulfilled.

"Brothers! We must aid the others and eradicate the roots of these malevolent beings!" A brave guard, his visage obscured by a thick mask of blood, leaped onto a table, his voice ringing with determination.

"Ha-ha-ha! Let us go forth!" The enemies, caught off guard and unarmed, were defenseless against the onslaught. Even when prepared, they stood no chance against those who possessed the might of second-class swordsmen. These malevolent beings were feeble without their comrades and the support they once relied upon.

...

Meanwhile, just outside a tavern near the tunnel and walls, the ground bore witness to a grim scene. The lifeless bodies of numerous guards adorned the blood-soaked earth, forming a macabre tableau. Amidst them, a lone guard stood, his hand trembling as he clutched his sword, his tattered garments revealing peeled flesh marred by dark stains.

Across from the guard, a contingent of armed soldiers stood firm, their weapons at the ready, some bearing chains as restraints. "Criminal, if you wish to live, drop your weapon and kneel before us!" they commanded, their battle-worn armor glistening with remnants of the earlier clash against the black-clothed guards, now reduced from a group of fifty to a mere thirty.

This harrowing sight exemplified the prowess of the elite black-clothed guards, who had managed to eliminate twenty of their foes while facing off against a mixed force of first- and second-class swordsmen, previously comprising fifty strong.

Unfortunately for the black-clothed guards, their encounter with the vigilant city soldiers on patrol proved to be their undoing. With maniacal laughter, one of the guards uttered a single word before committing a gruesome act—biting off his own tongue and driving his sword into his own eye.

The black-clothed guard collapsed, causing the captain of the armed soldiers to clench his teeth in frustration. Despite standing just inches away, he had been unable to save the guard in time. Amidst the chaos, cries and mad laughter echoed from another direction, prompting the captain to issue orders.

"Split into two groups and provide immediate assistance!" he commanded, while simultaneously dispatching a message to the barracks, requesting additional troops. The market district descended into further turmoil, strewn with lifeless bodies within the tavern and innocent blood staining the ground.

...

Meanwhile, Desmond, seated upon his earthen chair, frowned as he witnessed one of his blue dots flicker incessantly before disappearing altogether.

"Hooh! I didn't anticipate such swift reaction from the city soldiers!" he taunted, his grip tightening on the chair, his cold gaze fixed on the gray dots that gradually spread and closed in on his subordinates.

Although one group had been eliminated, he still commanded a force of ninety men for this raid. However, he understood that unless the root of the problem was addressed, it would continue to spread. "It's time to take action," he declared, rising abruptly, causing the earthen chair to crumble into dust.

Simultaneously, his eyes caught sight of the innocent people exiting the tavern, their vacant gazes fixed on their homeward journey.

Studying the map intently, Desmond observed as a group of gray dots slowly approached his location, their trajectory intersecting with the path of the unsuspecting civilians. Determined to halt their progress, he activated a custom spell known as "Freeze."

Drawing upon the natural energy swirling around him, Desmond formed a whirlpool in his hand, directing it toward the convergence point of the innocents and the soldiers.

With a resounding crash, under the silvery glow of the moon, an enormous glacier materialized, surpassing the height and size of the surrounding buildings. The massive ice formation not only obstructed most of the windows, but also froze the road, causing the already frigid atmosphere to plunge even colder.

The armed soldiers, en route to the tavern, found themselves trapped in ice, their expressions frozen in shock. As for the civilians, their once lifeless eyes widened, now filled with astonishment and awe.

The glacier encased both the armed soldiers and the unsuspecting civilians, even freezing portions of nearby structures. Due to the prevailing temperatures, the gradual thawing process would be a protracted one.

Exhausted, Desmond leaned forward, panting heavily. His hands trembled slightly, bearing a frosty residue upon his fingertips. "Absorb," he muttered, though this exertion failed to alter his cold and impassive demeanor.