The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced, miss," Desmond remarked, narrowing his eyes as he studied the newcomer. His gaze fell upon the captivating figure before him, a girl with cascading black hair that reached down to her waist. Her flawless face and piercing dark blue eyes exuded an air of beauty, but they were locked onto him with an icy, calculated intent.

"No, we haven't," she replied, her cherry-pink lips moving in stark contrast to her cold expression. As she spoke, her delicate milky hands gracefully swayed in the breeze, elegantly pointing in his direction.

"Water Arrow," her sweet and melodic voice echoed through the air, though it clashed sharply with her frigid demeanor. The wind responded, swirling around her body and gathering energy, morphing into arrow-shaped streams of water.

In a breathtaking display, the water arrows multiplied in mid-air, transforming from one to twenty in an instant, all aimed at Desmond under the guidance of the wind.

Desmond's face grew cold as he observed the impending attack. "Your words and your attitude contradict each other, miss," he complained. His attention shifted back to the black-haired girl, noting her lips moving in silent incantation.

"Wind Blow."

A forceful blast struck behind Desmond, catching him off guard. He realized too late that his body was propelled forward, narrowing the distance between himself and the approaching water arrows.

"Impressive," Desmond murmured as his body was propelled onward, his eyes forced open by the sudden jolt. Instead of panic, his gaze remained calm, fixated on the black-haired girl who maintained her indifferent expression, scrutinizing every inch of his being to anticipate a potential counterattack.

When Desmond finally made his move, channeling energy into his hand, the black-haired girl's expression momentarily betrayed astonishment as she witnessed him casting a spell without chanting.

A luminous glow enveloped Desmond's body, yet the black-haired girl paid it no mind, closing her eyes in response.

Her lips moved once more, imbuing the water arrows with the surrounding natural energy, gradually reinforcing their power.

"Freeze!" Her focused gaze fixated on the arrows as they gradually turned into icy projectiles, though their velocity remained unaffected.

As the last of the water arrows transformed into frozen projectiles, the girl's eyes returned to Desmond's form, but her complexion immediately paled.

With his custom spell, Freeze, Desmond sensed the moment someone touched her shoulders. It was too late for her to evade. A sudden numbness spread through her feet, and a layer of ice began creeping up from her toes.

Simultaneously, behind the black-haired girl, Desmond revealed himself from beneath the radiant glow that encompassed his entire being.

His eyes fixed upon the black-haired girl's back, now growing colder. He even detected her murmuring something, attempting to counter his spell.

However, Desmond gracefully leapt backward, and in an instant, the ice that had encased only her toes surged upward, freezing her entire body.

Approaching her from the front, Desmond surveyed her with a mix of disappointment and amusement. "Nice try. Perhaps next time you'll have better luck," he remarked, shaking his head as he circled her frozen form before departing.

Even though he had retrieved all the miniatures, the test was not yet over. The academy had granted the students a second chance to reclaim their miniatures from the thief.

"But how can they retrieve them when all their miniatures are on me?" Desmond smirked, relishing the thought of the students' astonished expressions, especially that of Clark, who harbored ambitious desires for victory.

An intriguing idea sprang forth in Desmond's mind. He swiftly cast his spell, once again shrouding his entire form in a luminous glow that rendered him invisible to the naked eye. With a glance at the corner of his field of view, he eagerly sought out the ongoing battles of his fellow students.

"Three days is quite a lengthy period. I wonder what they'll do if they still haven't found their miniatures by then," he mused, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips.

However, before Desmond could make his move, the radiant light that cloaked his body suddenly ascended, exposing his appearance once more. Simultaneously, his surroundings began to warp and distort as he entered a portal. The sensation was fleeting, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself back at the open field, the very place where he had first arrived after entering the portal.

"Congratulations. Among all the students, you are the most exceptional one I have ever witnessed in history," a weak and hoarse voice resonated as Desmond fought to stabilize his blurry vision. In front of him stood the shadow of a towering figure, roughly two meters in height.

Before Desmond could discern the figure's features, the voice continued, "As expected of their generation. I was fortunate to discover and aid their cause, but it appears you don't require my assistance like your sister did."

With the second sentence spoken, Desmond formed a rough idea of the figure's identity. Simultaneously, the disorienting blurriness that had clouded his vision gradually dissipated, revealing an elderly man with a sturdy build staring back at him.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Weston," Desmond saluted politely, crossing his arm over his chest, bowing his body, and lowering his head.

"Hahaha, no need for formalities. Furthermore, I must correct you; I am no longer the grandmaster of this kingdom," Weston laughed heartily, his hand gently stroking his white beard.

Weston's gaze and demeanor exuded humility and approachability, inviting anyone to share their stories with him comfortably. However, Desmond, having dealt with various types of individuals, had grown accustomed to discerning genuine intentions. Even though Weston was no longer a grandmaster, his status as a 3rd class wizard and the principal of the academy could not be disregarded.

"I apologize; let me correct myself. Greetings, Principal," Desmond coughed briefly before continuing, still keeping his head lowered.

Weston's laughter ceased abruptly, and he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Desmond from head to toe. The pressure he emanated was enough to elicit a bead of sweat from Desmond's back.

After a period of silence, it was Weston who broke the ice. "Alright, enough with the formalities, kid. I like your attitude. Now, let's get down to business."

Desmond lifted his head, studying Weston intently. He noticed that Weston hadn't visibly aged; his appearance remained the same as it had ten years ago, according to Desmond's recollection. However, Desmond refrained from impulsively commanding the system to scan Weston's status.

His gaze also swept the surroundings, revealing that only he and Weston stood there, with no other students or academy staff in sight.

"Very well, but let us move to my office first," Weston chanted a spell, opening a gate that resembled a portal. However, this one lacked any decorative embellishments, appearing as nothing more than a circular void of darkness.