The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Are you alright?" Jessy's gaze quickly shifted from the enemy's condition to Desmond, her concern etched on her face. She scanned him for any signs of injury, finding no trace of harm. With a nod, she acknowledged his well-being even before he had a chance to respond.

"Stay right where you are, and you'll be safe," she assured him, her voice determined and resolute. Without wasting a moment, she darted away with astonishing speed, blending seamlessly with the howling wind as she relocated to another strategic position.

Desmond, grateful for Jessy's warning, nodded in silent gratitude. Amidst the chaos, a chorus of screams echoed behind him as the Demons launched their ruthless assaults on his fellow students. Not everyone maintained his composure; some foolishly moved, inviting the sharp edges of the demonic swords to graze their faces.

Another froze in paralyzing terror, though surprisingly, that one turned out to be the least harmed in the end.

Curiously, he observed that the remaining Demons bore an uncanny resemblance to the one that had attacked him—a towering figure triple the height of a human, its crimson body adorned with a single horn atop its forehead. They all seemed to share the same laughter and attack patterns, leading Desmond to ponder whether these Demons were biological siblings.

"The situation has gone completely awry. It's astonishing to witness the number of traitors among our own ranks," Desmond mused, his gaze shifting between the ethereal figures of the white-robed individuals and Jessy's agile movements. Every time the swords suspended in mid-air swung, they resonated with a continuous chime, their invisible chains creating an auditory tapestry.

Examining the mechanics of the swords' movement, he made a startling discovery—the blades were tethered to an unseen barrier by chains that trailed behind with each swing.

"Heh, this is becoming rather intriguing," Desmond murmured to himself, captivated by the intricate workings of the blades. However, his attention swiftly turned to Elizabeth and her group, who found themselves encircled by three demons. Clark valiantly engaged one of the demons, while the others focused on deflecting the relentless attacks from the swords.

"Miss Elizabeth!" Unexpectedly, Matson, positioned not far from them, surged forward, forcefully driving back one of the demons with a colossal metallic sword that sprouted from the ground. The swift action caught the attention of the white-robed figures, and one of them swiftly soared toward their group.

With Clark and Matson's timely assistance, they managed to vanquish the demons that had ensnared Elizabeth and her companions. Desmond then shifted his gaze toward Gibson and noticed a hardened earth dome encompassing his previous position. Astonished, he couldn't help but admire the cunning displayed by the spherical shield.

It seemed Gibson had prioritized the girls' safety, leaving them outside his protective barrier.

Simultaneously, Desmond realized that the Demons had vanished, leaving the ground in disarray and the atmosphere filled with turmoil. As his eyes surveyed the vast expanse before him, he noticed the black-haired girl wearing the same expression he once held—a surprising calmness that belied the chaos around them. Her arms were crossed, her gaze cold as it lingered on the unconscious students nearby.

However, to Desmond's amazement, as he observed her, the lifeless Demon body not far from her began to dissipate into wisps of white energy, leaving behind a swirling mist of black and white. One by one, these colossal creatures disintegrated, their essence drawn back towards the black crystal tower by the billowing black mist.

In tandem with their disappearance, the white-robed figures and Jessy's form started fading into thin air as well.

The students, their eyes widened in astonishment, bore witness to Jessy's vanishing act. The white-robed figures remained statuesque, unperturbed in their original positions. There was no trace of panic or sweat on Jessy's beautiful face, as if she had been standing there, silently observing the events unfold for an eternity.

While the white-robed figures concealed their expressions beneath their hoodies, an air of disappointment permeated the space, causing some students to feel their disapproving gazes. Others nodded in acknowledgment, their attention fixated on specific individuals.

"Students, you can relax now and deactivate your spells," Jessy's voice resonated with authority. In response to her command, the colossal metallic sword that had been firmly planted near Elizabeth and her group dissolved into a shimmering orb of white energy, leaving the onlookers astounded by the spectacle.

As the massive sword vanished, Matson stood tall behind it, his gaze filled with pride as he surveyed the crowd. The students struggled to comprehend how someone their own age could conjure such a potent spell. Clark's wooden sword, too, transformed into a pile of earth, causing a mild stir amongst the observers, although it paled in comparison to Matson's display of magic.

A low rumble echoed through the air as the protective dome shielding Gibson began to crack, sending a cloud of dust billowing outwards, momentarily engulfing those nearby.

Desmond's unwavering focus remained fixated on the demon's body that had assaulted him earlier. Unlike the others, this demon did not dissolve into light; instead, it oozed a repugnant green liquid that emitted a foul stench.

The shock was palpable as Jessy and the white-robed figures witnessed this phenomenon. Swiftly, they flew towards Desmond, their urgency evident.

With a swift motion, one of the white-robed figures knelt down, cautiously touching the green liquid with a hand encased in a protective white barrier. "This is the real deal!" he exclaimed, taking a step back. His trembling companions mirrored his reactions, their faces betraying a mix of fear and astonishment.

"Are you certain?" Jessy's face darkened as she squatted down, delicately touching a part of the demon's anatomy with her slender finger. The other students, their confidence restored, watched with curious eyes, intrigued by the unfolding events.

Occasionally, Matson and Clark stole glances in Desmond's direction, observing him with a mixture of admiration and comparison. Elizabeth and her group, meanwhile, secretly admired him, silently weighing his courage against that of their male friends.

"Take the body back to the academy immediately!" Jessy commanded, realizing that the situation had spiraled beyond their control. She turned her attention back to Desmond, checking on him once more.

Surprised by his calm demeanor and his unwavering focus on her and the white-robed figures, Jessy spoke with a hint of astonishment, gripping his shoulder firmly. Simultaneously, a parchment materialized from her pocket, revealing detailed personal information about Desmond.

"What you witnessed earlier were imitations of demon bodies developed by the academy. You can relax now. It was merely a test for new students like yourself."

In the eyes of the other students, Desmond's privileged treatment seemed to stem from his exceptional performance in confronting his fears and facing the enemy head-on. Envy crept into their hearts, yet when they glimpsed some of their fallen comrades lying unconscious on the ground, they silently counted themselves fortunate for maintaining their bravery and consciousness.

Judging from Jessy's actions and the sudden vanishing of the demon bodies, it became evident to the students that this had been a test orchestrated by the academy, designed to evaluate their preparedness and mental fortitude in the face of an unexpected ambush.

"Jackie, wake up, or you'll fail the test! Jackie, Jackie, come on, wake up, you fool!" Some of the students called out to their friends, resorting to gentle slaps on their faces. Yet, despite their efforts, their friends remained unresponsive, lost in a deep unconsciousness.

As the white-robed figures returned to their original positions, the young man's heart sank as he looked upon his friend still lying motionless on the ground. "Sigh! It's your weak mental strength to blame for this," he muttered, regret filling his voice.

While the others reveled in joy, feeling that they had successfully passed the first test, Desmond, who had received a personal lecture from Jessy, wore a troubled expression. "Do you think I'm stupid or foolish?" he silently cursed, unable to hide his shock from Jessy's concerned gaze, which only added to his inner turmoil.

"I understand, teacher," Desmond finally spoke after a long pause, feigning surprise as he noticed traces of green liquid on the ground. It appeared that the other party didn't want him to report this incident to the kingdom. But what about the kingdom itself? Their princess had witnessed everything alongside other students. It would be impossible to conceal these events entirely.

Jessy breathed a sigh of relief, but her attention swiftly shifted towards Elizabeth, who displayed signs of unease. Sensing her distress, Jessy flew over to her, providing reassurance and offering the same words of explanation she had given Desmond earlier.