The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Edison, quickly move to block that!" Matson commanded, his gaze fixated on Desmond, who stood nearby. The colossal wave before them had already thawed, cascading onto the ground, while sharp earth spikes raced towards them with alarming speed.

*Boom* *Boom*

With each earth spike bursting through the surface, the ground quivered, sending small clouds of dirt swirling into the air. The meadow seemed severed, its tranquility shattered by the menacing spikes, motionless yet menacing.

"Damn it, at least ask for help," Edison grumbled, but he fell silent under Matson's piercing glare. Beads of sweat formed on Edison's brow as he channeled energy into his hand, softly reciting an incantation.

"Uproot!" His words resonated, conjuring a vast magic circle beneath their feet. Roots emerged from the ground, entwining to form a circular platform, lifting them slightly above the soil. Matson and his companions peered down at Desmond, his composure unyielding in the face of the black-haired girl's assault.

Meanwhile, Edison, deep in his spellcasting, summoned perspiration as another magic circle materialized on the ground. Fresh roots sprouted forth, darting towards the incoming earth spikes.

*Sprout*

These serpentine roots burrowed into the soil, extending several meters ahead, causing utter chaos in the once-peaceful meadow. The ground quaked and the meadowland became a battlefield, obliterating every approaching earth spike.

The onlookers stood in silence, the tension stifling their ability to articulate their thoughts. Their eyes darted between the contestants, tracking their every move.

On the other side, Elizabeth and her group observed the impending attack. Her brows furrowed as she focused on Desmond, his back turned to her.

"Elizabeth, allow me to handle this," Diana stepped forward, positioning herself beside Elizabeth, clutching her ethereal greatsword. The valkyrie armor adorning her body emanated a searing heat, warming the surrounding air.

Diana struggled to maintain a composed expression as she spoke, striving to sound natural as she had planned. However, thoughts and actions were often incongruent.

Elizabeth glanced at Diana momentarily, offering a smile. "Be cautious," she said, as she and the rest of their teammates slowly retreated, granting Diana more room to unleash her spells.

"Thank you, Your...Elizabeth," Diana replied, her voice tinged with shyness. Suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar sensation enveloping her body. She turned her head and saw Elizabeth casting a protective spell upon her.

"It's for your safety," Elizabeth assured her, and Diana nodded in gratitude before refocusing on the impending assault.

You possess great strength, just as my father described, Diana thought, her gaze drifting towards Desmond, who remained wholly engrossed in combat with the black-haired girl.

Diana's lower lip quivered as she beheld the closeness between Desmond and the black-haired girl. Simultaneously, her heart raced, awestruck by Desmond's formidable prowess.

But I won't yield to you! Her determination resolute, Diana began to chant an incantation, causing energy to swirl around her greatsword. A magic circle materialized, its radiance intensifying.

"Blade of judgment!" Diana exclaimed, her words infused with power. The once-translucent greatsword transformed into a gleaming silver blade, enveloped in a fiery aura.

Diana's eyes fluttered with anticipation as she swung the majestic blade, cleaving it into the ground. The luminous flames expanded, radiating brilliance that neared the dimensions of the hovering platform.

*Crack!*

As the Great Sword made contact with the ground, a hairline fracture emerged from its tip, snaking forward and shattering the ground beneath, creating a sizable chasm.

*Boom!*

The oncoming earth spikes were obliterated in the process, causing fragments of the meadow to scatter in all directions.

Meanwhile, in Weston's office, a sense of elation radiated from his face as he sat, savoring a cup of tea. "She truly is Vesta's daughter," he mused, a smile dancing upon his lips, marveling at her prodigious magical talent. Among the younger generation, he could easily classify her as a genius.

"She must have dedicated herself tirelessly to reach the same heights as her father," Jessy chimed in, sitting nearby with an admiring expression.

"That young man is no slouch either. He's earned the trust of his teammates and harnessed their collective power to its fullest potential," Jessy continued, her attention shifting momentarily to Matson and his group.

"Who is that girl? And why did she suddenly attack him while the others were still trying to make sense of the situation?" Weston inquired, glancing at Jessy, who maintained a composed demeanor in the face of his query.

"Ah, that, Principal, is a secret. If you're allowed to keep secrets, why can't I?" Jessy replied with a sly grin, her response accompanied by a mischievous giggle, leaving Weston to shake his head in surrender.

"Fair enough. So, she's under your guidance. Well done on discovering such a talented student. But it appears that Desmond has emerged victorious in this match," Weston stated, his gaze fixed on Desmond, who exuded an air of control over the situation, seemingly unaffected by the strain of unleashing multiple attacks.

Jessy fell silent at his words, silently observing Desmond without offering her opinion.

Meanwhile, the battle at the academy was being broadcasted live on hovering screens in every district. Laura and Annie stood side by side, clutching each other's hands tightly against their chests, their attention riveted to the screen.

"Wait, am I seeing things, or does our young master look even more handsome?" Laura exclaimed in astonishment.

"You're not mistaken. Our young master is always handsome, but in this battle, he's positively radiant compared to the other young contenders," Annie replied, her words laden with admiration.

Though the maids behind them refrained from speaking aloud, they exchanged whispers, unable to contain their excitement. Their unwavering loyalty to Desmond left no room for doubt or questioning.

"Go, young master, go!" one of the guards exclaimed, raising his beer-filled cup as he placed a bet, his voice filled with fervor.

"I knew our young master couldn't possibly lose to a mere child!"

"Hahaha! Right? If he were to lose, he'd be nothing but a baby!" another guard added with a snicker. However, their laughter ceased abruptly when Annie and Laura shot them a scorching glare.

"Can you keep your mouth shut?" Laura scolded the guard, her voice laced with anger. Her chest heaved with each breath, her fiery eyes fixated on the guard, causing him to retreat and offer a quick apology.

The other guards struggled to suppress their laughter at the sight of their comrade being reprimanded. Only after Laura had departed did they erupt into raucous laughter, teasing their fellow guard.

"Eat that, you fool! Hahaha!"

"Who told you to mock our young master in front of these ladies?"

"You guys should have warned me!" The mocked guard stood dumbfounded, rendered speechless by his friends' actions.