The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

The commoners stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief, while the elite soldiers, in a state of utter shock, were left speechless by the audacity of their young lady's actions. Matson, on the other hand, turned his face away, his expression initially reflecting bewilderment before transforming into a smoldering anger that burned in his eyes.

As he pivoted around, Matson's gaze bore into Gabriela, causing her to shrink back in fear. Though his face remained untouched by any physical contact, the blow to his pride was evident, magnified in the eyes of the commoners who observed the scene. Their stifled laughter, like whispers on the wind, reached Matson's ears, only fueling his displeasure.

Even his subordinates openly displayed their disdain for the elite soldiers and the city lord.

Suddenly, Clark, who stood behind Matson, stepped forward, obstructing Matson's view of Gabriela. His head held high, he wore a smile as he taunted, "Hah! What a coward, only daring to confront a girl!"

The crowd was taken aback by Clark's audacious words, uncertain of the source of his confidence. After all, his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Though he had arrived in the same carriage as their princess, they believed he had no right to display such arrogance before the son of the Master Wizard.

Sensing the situation could quickly escalate, a white-robed woman with a wry smile approached, positioning herself between Matson and Clark. Her voice carried a silent authority as she spoke, "Young master and young lady, please follow me.

Our principal is eager to proceed with the registration without further delay," she emphasized the mention of her principal, her words resonating with a subtle command.

As expected, Matson acquiesced, stepping back and crossing one arm over his chest. "Rest assured, Madam," he said with a tinge of condescension. "I was merely taken aback by her 'lack of knowledge,'" he added, casting a disdainful glance at Gabriela.

Casting a brief glance at the smirking Clark, Matson couldn't help but snort in derision. After all, Clark had already been defeated by him numerous times. What significance did it hold if he attempted to justify his actions? In the end, he was still a loser.

Meanwhile, Matson made his displeasure known, his enmity towards Gabriela apparent. Even with her family present, he believed they wouldn't dare resort to extreme measures against him. His father's status was on par with theirs, if not slightly higher, given his candidacy for the position of Grandmaster.

On the other hand, the male students from the academies found great amusement in witnessing the interactions unfold. Within the confines of the academy, a person's status was highly respected, for they were the seeds of a future arsenal for the kingdom.

...

As soon as Elizabeth and the others stepped through the portal, the elite soldiers, along with Greyson and his wife, returned to their carriage and horses, resuming their positions. The commoners, who had previously filled the expansive square, hesitated to swarm their way toward the portal.

One by one, the youth entered the portal with disciplined nerves, their steps measured and their hearts racing. The tranquil recruitment continued well into the afternoon.

The white-robed woman let out a tired sigh, her fatigue evident after witnessing the once-crowded square now deserted. Behind her, the male companions fared no better, their weary bodies now finding solace on the sturdy wooden chairs that had been arranged.

"Teacher, what are your thoughts on this year's candidates?" inquired one of the white-robed males, their faces suggesting an age range of 16 to 20, only a few years older than Elizabeth and her companions.

On the other hand, the self-proclaimed teacher appeared to be in her early twenties, her face partially concealed by a large hat, but her slight figure betrayed her youth. As she offered her assessment, her expression twitched, recalling the clash that had taken place earlier.

The young white-robed man was taken aback by his teacher's evaluation. In her eyes, they were judged as nothing more than ordinary. "Impressive, but their conflicting attitudes will prove troublesome in the future," she commented, her face revealing a hint of frustration.

One of the students spoke excitedly, "Indeed, it's amazing how their statuses clash with one another. The teacher is right." However, his excitement soon faded as he remembered the presence of the princess, daughter of the city lord, and the son of a master wizard.

While they were engrossed in discussion, familiar sounds and scenes suddenly caught their attention. Unlike Elizabeth's group, this newcomer arrived with only one carriage, accompanied by over fifty individuals riding horses with light armor adorning their bodies, trailing behind.

The academy group immediately tensed up, their wooden chairs transforming into a ball of white energy, while their so-called teacher began gathering natural energy in her hands, quietly chanting under her breath.

However, the soldiers of the city, observing from above, couldn't help but chuckle at the academy group's combat stances and heightened alertness, finding it amusing.

"Halt!" A commanding voice rang out, causing the carriage to come to a stop ten meters away from the academy group. The person who had shouted dismounted from his horse, followed by the others. These individuals, clad in light armor, formed a long path with their bodies, standing beside the carriage door.

*Click.*

As the carriage door swung open, a young man emerged, accompanied by his two stunning maids. In the eyes of the commoners, the young man's handsome appearance, combined with the presence of his maids, painted a picture of undeniable beauty.

The young white-robed academy student found himself completely bewildered by the maids' allure. If it weren't for a gentle reminder from their teacher, along with the presence of the numerous guards, they would have continued staring or even introduced themselves.

"Hello, Madam. I am here to enroll in the academy. Are you the person in charge?" the young man spoke with utmost politeness, immediately diffusing the tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing his words, the teacher's weariness transformed into satisfaction as she scrutinized him carefully before nodding approvingly. The young man's attitude, appearance, and respectful demeanor exemplified the qualities a future wizard or witch should possess.

She couldn't help but think to herself, Attitude, appearance, and the way he respects his elders—this is how a future prodigy should be!

"Of course. May I know which family you come from?" she asked, even though the question held no direct relevance to the test or registration. She was personally curious about his background.

The young man appeared unperturbed by her inquiry, smiling as he replied, "Desmond, son of Master Witch Leona—" He paused for a moment before continuing, "—and the dual-class officer Bastian."

The young white-robed student, who had been captivated by the maids, was left stunned upon hearing the young man's words. As for the teacher, her initial excitement gave way to a sense of weariness, yet a glimmer of surprise danced in her eyes. Why were all these affluent young masters born in the same year? she wondered.

It had been quite rare in the past to find a student who possessed both unique talents and exceptional wealth, but now, there seemed to be an entire group of them.

"Sigh, please follow me," the teacher said, taking the lead, with the young white-robed student following closely behind. Desmond, however, couldn't help but feel perplexed by their expressions, particularly the white-robed woman. Did I come across as arrogant? he pondered inwardly.