The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

*swoosh*

The intense night had passed, but instead of basking in the warm embrace of sunlight, a chilling breeze swept through the city, carrying with it a foreboding dark cloud that cast a gloomy shadow over the landscape.

*rumble*

A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, accompanied by lightning streaking across the dense clouds. As the deafening sound subsided, a torrential downpour ensued, drenching the entire city and saturating the atmosphere with heaviness.

Within the grand Desmond mansion, in the sprawling main hall adorned with a majestic staircase leading to the upper floor, a scene of disarray unfolded. Numerous figures lay strewn across the floor, their bodies dampened by water and engulfed in the pungent odor of alcohol.

Some snored in a drunken stupor, while others teetered on the brink of consciousness, clutching bottles that continuously poured their contents into their mouths.

The once-pristine floor now bore the marks of chaos, adorned with scattered chicken bones and small pools of spilled alcohol that shimmered in the dim light.

Amidst this disorder, Felix stood out, propped against a weathered wooden pillar on the staircase, his weathered face reflecting a life of trials. His untamed white hair fell haphazardly, and his clothes hung loosely, revealing a glimpse of his well-toned physique, complete with a hint of defined abs.

"Mr. Felix, please awaken the others," a sweet and melodic voice whispered into Felix's ears, snapping him out of his half-lidded stupor. He turned to the side and beheld a smiling maid, her delicate hand gripping a broom.

A wry expression crossed his face as his narrowed gaze shifted towards the wide glass window. "Isn't it a bit too early?" he mused, his voice tinged with weariness. "We still have some time before morning creeps in."

On that eventful night, their young master had returned home and promptly left them behind in the main hall. He entrusted Felix with the task of boosting the guards' morale while securing the hostages in various rooms.

Subsequently, an extravagant party unfolded, leaving the maids dismayed by the sheer amount of wasted ingredients that merely appeased the guards' voracious appetites, neglecting their own needs.

"It's already morning, and it seems the rain has joined the party," a voice suddenly resounded from upstairs, startling Felix. He glanced upwards to witness Desmond, dressed immaculately, flanked by his maids.

"Take me to the hostage room," Desmond commanded, his eyes twitching in mild annoyance as he surveyed the chaotic scene and the abundance of trash littering the hall. "And have this mess cleaned up," he added, gesturing towards the maid.

Without delay, Felix led Desmond beyond the mansion's confines, traversing the lush garden until they reached a small dilapidated structure with a weather-beaten wooden exterior.

*buzz*

As the rain cascaded around them, Desmond skillfully activated his spell, shielding both of them from the deluge.

Finally arriving at the entrance, Desmond adjusted the radius of his protective spell to encompass the modest wooden building.

*creak*

With a rusty creak, Felix pushed open the wooden door, jolting the hostages awake. As Desmond stepped inside, he noticed Clark, eyeing Felix warily, while a black-haired girl sought refuge behind him.

"Ah, you're finally awake," Desmond addressed them, capturing the attention of both Clark and the black-haired girl. A flicker of surprise danced across Clark's eyes.

"You..." Clark's tense expression transformed into one of anger as his body gradually rose, hurtling towards Desmond. "I knew it! All you wealthy scum are the same—evil and worthless! You think you can—"

His booming voice reverberated through the air, but before Clark could get any closer to Desmond, a chain abruptly yanked him backward, causing him to crash to the ground.

*crash*

Despite being restrained, his expression still radiated a deadly intent, his wide eyes glaring at Desmond, his teeth bared. Then, in an instant, he began to chant a spell, his voice growing louder.

Felix's countenance turned icy, his hand raised in response.

*slap*

"How dare you bark in front of your young master!" Felix exclaimed, delivering a forceful slap to Clark's face. The impact caused his cheek to bleed, and his head collided with the rough wooden wall, rendering him unconscious.

Desmond stood speechless, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. Meanwhile, Felix, realizing the gravity of his actions, turned around and apologized. He felt a pang of embarrassment. Who could have guessed that this young man would be so frail, fainting at the mere force of a slap?

Additionally, Felix was taken aback to discover that the custom magic crystals did not suppress his energy when activating a spell. His gaze shifted toward the black-haired girl and noticed two crystals attached to her chest.

A hushed silence enveloped the room as Felix awkwardly glanced between Clark's prone form and the trembling girl. As for the girl, her body trembled with fear at Felix's ruthless display, yet her eyes were captivated by Desmond's striking appearance.

"Do we have an underground room?" Desmond inquired, breaking the silence and prompting a sigh of relief from Felix.

"Yes, young master. I had it constructed as a precaution," Felix replied respectfully, bowing his head.

"Take him there, and you," Desmond continued, his gaze shifting towards the black-haired girl. He appraised her from head to toe, his voice tinged with authority. "Your name."

As Felix dragged Clark's unconscious body outside, Desmond conjured a wooden chair and seated himself, his gaze fixed on the girl. Rainwater cascaded from her drenched form, accentuating her alluring curves. Yet, Desmond remained expressionless, observing her intently.

However, the black-haired girl's gaze suddenly transformed into one of defiance as she locked eyes with Desmond. Her thin lips parted, and she spoke without fear, her voice resolute. "Lydia," she uttered, exhibiting a stark contrast to her previous demeanor, as if she had become a different person altogether.

Desmond regarded her with a strange look before commanding the system to scan her.

[Scanning the target...]

[Scan Complete!]

[-Status-

Name: Lydia

Gender: Female

Age: 10 years

Race: Human

Class: 0 Witch

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 14.06

Strength: 7.35

Agility: 8.35

Stamina: 3.35]

Hmm, her energy capacity exceeded that of an average child, Desmond pondered. As he met her unwavering gaze, he found himself drawn to her allure.

Though her neck remained chained to the wall, just like Clark, Lydia appeared different from that fateful night. Half-kneeling with her head held high, she locked eyes with Desmond. Their faces were so close that he could feel her warm breath on his skin and catch a whiff of her sweet scent. To his surprise, her eyes shared the same color as his, but with a brighter intensity.

Scan her traits.

For the first time in this world, Desmond experienced a sense of attraction towards a girl. Lydia was unlike the impulsive Diana or even his own sister.

[Dominance (Unique)

- Decrease all enemy stats by -30.00

- Resistance against Fear and Dizziness

- Temporary increase in damage inflicted by all attacks, including spells and physical attacks, during battle

- Increase in the rate of Unique Energy Gathering +0.003]

As Desmond carefully read through the lines describing Lydia's unique trait, his curiosity heightened. It was the third extraordinary trait he had encountered, following those of Matson and Clark. Not only did this trait surpass the natural fears of humans, but it also had the power to diminish the strength of enemies, while providing a temporary boost to the owner's abilities.

Desmond couldn't help but acknowledge the greatness of this trait, finding it superior to his own.

Unbeknownst to Desmond, as he focused on each word of the trait, his face unconsciously inched closer to Lydia. In response, the girl's gaze softened, radiating warmth until it formed a heart shape.

It was only when their noses brushed against each other that Desmond snapped back to reality. His pupils dilated, his body tensing with a sudden realization.

*cup*

A delicate and velvety texture pressed against his lips, followed by a foreign object invading his mouth, rendering his tongue powerless. His saliva was slowly drawn into the intoxicating dance of the mysterious object, leaving a glistening trail between his parted lips and her crimson ones.

As the black-haired girl withdrew, a bridge of saliva lingered, connecting Desmond's slightly agape mouth to her enticing red lips.

With a seductive smile, the black-haired girl sensually ran her tongue along her lower lip, her gaze filled with allure. However, Desmond's expression remained blank for a brief moment, processing the unexpected encounter.