The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"I apologize for interrupting both of you. May I have the privilege of using this window?" Desmond's sudden question left Jessy with a blank expression, while both of them stared at him in disbelief.

"Of course," Weston replied graciously, settling back into his chair and observing the ongoing battle between the students. Jessy, on the other hand, inwardly sighed, her gaze fixed on the principal's peculiar behavior.

She turned her attention to Desmond, her mind swirling with a myriad of questions. Accepting the fact that he was the person who had managed to steal all of the miniatures was still a challenge for her. What intrigued her further was his unusual composure—a lack of nervousness or fear typically seen in new students.

His tranquility surpassed that of even the most experienced elders she encountered on the road.

Meanwhile, Desmond's gaze fixated on the cloudless expanse of the brilliant blue sky. The grandeur of the academy buildings failed to capture his attention as he immersed himself in the heavens above.

"The sky serves as the perfect canvas for me to unleash my imagination," he murmured internally, as a tapestry of memories unfolded against the backdrop of the sky.

Lost in his reverie, he reflected on his past life, his reincarnation into this world, the existence of the system, and the newfound powers that coursed through his veins. All these thoughts converged, leading him to a resolute conclusion.

"This world is undeniably beautiful, marred only by the presence of humans and demons. Only the elves truly deserve to thrive, as they nurture and safeguard this fragile realm," he mused.

In his mind's eye, the sky transformed into a tableau where the elven race bestowed blessings upon the plants, and in return, the plants bore fruits for their sustenance. Animals danced in harmony amidst the elves and within the lush depths of the forest, while the avian inhabitants serenaded the scene with their melodic songs.

Unbeknownst to him, his thoughts meandered back to his sister, his family, and the loyal subordinates he had chosen. Shifting his gaze toward the academy, the faces of his enemies intermingled with those of the younger generation.

"Unlike my previous world, power reigns supreme here," Desmond ruminated, his attention suddenly drawn to a figure seated on a wooden bench beneath the shade of the trees, accompanied by another person.

"Sis," Desmond muttered, capturing the attention of both Jessy and Weston. His eyes lingered on the figure, adorned with long, silver tresses, a countenance as cool as ice, and mesmerizing green eyes, engrossed in a book. A smile tugged at his lips.

"Is that your sister?" Jessy inquired, her gaze shifting between Desmond and the person of his interest. The shock from earlier had begun to wane, but her face twitched as she beheld the enigmatic individual who had captivated Desmond's attention.

Desmond stole a glance at Jessy, his smile still intact, now displaying the genuine reaction of a young man rather than the abnormal calmness he had exhibited before.

Observing this transformation, Jessy remained silent, her eyes fixed on Desmond and his sister, observing their interaction with unwavering curiosity.

"Hoohoho, she has blossomed into a stunning young lady," chimed Weston, his fingers lightly stroking his snowy white beard, his own surprise mirroring that of the others present.

"Alright, that's enough. It's time for you to depart, young one," Weston declared, interrupting the spellbinding moment. Suddenly, Jessy placed her hand on Desmond's shoulder, her astonishment palpable.

Frowning at the sensation of her touch, Desmond turned to face Weston momentarily before responding, "Yes, principal."

"I've wasted enough time. It's time to hasten my pace," he resolved, striding purposefully towards the gate framed by Weston.

"Good luck, young lad!" Weston called out, bidding him farewell.

Desmond's figure disappeared, vanishing into the depths of the enigmatic black dimension gate. Weston and Jessy exchanged glances, shaking their heads in disbelief. However, their expressions turned somber as the gate dissipated into thin air, leaving behind a sense of foreboding.

"What has the kingdom said about him and his family?" Jessy inquired abruptly, her voice tinged with curiosity. As she posed the question, Weston's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a coldness that crept into his eyes.

"They claim they require further evidence. As for his parents, I was sent by the kingdom to handle that matter," Weston replied, turning around to face a portrait that depicted the ongoing battle between students. "And considering his extraordinary potential, we simply cannot afford to lose him."

"Absolutely," Jessy affirmed, her head bowing slightly before she vanished once again, her form dissipating into a mist of water magic.

*Boom!*

Within the confines of the arena, an explosion resonated, causing dust to scatter and bystanders to cry out in both fear and exhilaration. Unlike the initial test, the second round featured a single colossal building—an expansive arena with a straightforward condition for victory: defeat one's opponent.

Students, whether awaiting their turn or having already battled, watched the ongoing skirmishes as a source of entertainment, a respite from the homesickness and mental exhaustion that had accumulated over the past three days of testing.

Numerous large debris floated in the air, with some students perched upon them, their gazes fixed upon the center of the arena. There, a central stage covered in a shallow layer of water resembled a swamp, presenting a challenge that necessitated the exertion of their magical abilities. Pillars scattered throughout obstructed their line of sight, further intensifying the difficulty of the test.

"Water Wave!"

*Boom!*

The previously tranquil water upon the stage surged, giving rise to a colossal wave that soared to the very tip of the pillars, obliterating anything in its path. As the water eventually calmed, students lay sprawled on the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

*Chime!*

Simultaneously, a large, transparent word hovered above the center stage, displaying the word "winner." Excited cheers erupted from the students seated upon the floating debris.

"She's won!"

"Wow! She's both beautiful and formidable!"

"Hey miss, may I inquire about your name?"

Male students enthusiastically shouted and screamed, their admiration directed fervently toward the black-haired girl whose cold countenance scanned the crowd.

Due to their elevated position above the center stage, they couldn't help but surreptitiously peek at the ample mountain of female students and catch glimpses of colored panties.

"Hmph!" the black-haired girl disdainfully snorted, casting a sidelong glance at her teammates.

"Are you alright, miss?" one of her teammates inquired, yet his gaze wandered toward her enticingly long legs.

"Your control over water is truly astounding!" another male member chimed in, their eyes shifting between her face and her chest.

The male members of her group showered her with compliments, their gazes lingering in her vicinity. Though they maintained a respectful distance, being in close proximity to her was enough to capture their attention.

"We were fortunate to avoid being swept away by her magic," one of the other members muttered, their tone laced with disdain as they observed the lecherous stares from their male counterparts.

With arms crossed protectively over her modest chest, the black-haired girl glared at the males in her group. Irritation etched across her features as she directed her gaze towards the one who had captured her attention—the black-haired girl who remained impervious to the lecherous gazes and the malevolently designed arena.

How could she possibly ignore those stares? And why would a prestigious academy construct an arena with such lascivious intentions? The girl grumbled inwardly, tightly covering her private parts with her hands.