The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"BACK OFF NOW!" Weston's voice reverberated through the air, jolting the onlookers who had found themselves grounded. Their gazes fixated on the ominous silhouette of a winged creature lurking behind Desmond, an overwhelming fear gripping their hearts.

"Expert Spell: Magic Break," Weston swiftly unleashed his spell, no longer hesitating. The immediate incantation of the third-class wizard's power manifested with astounding might.

*blast*

From between Weston's fingers emerged a minuscule magic circle, materializing into a bolt of lightning that streaked toward Desmond, the shadowy creature enveloping his form. Yet, upon contact, the spell dissipated, the lightning dispersing in scattered tendrils. Weston furrowed his brow, observing the process intently.

Determined, he began to chant another spell, urging the people to create more distance between themselves.

"Advance Spell: Dimension."

"Advance Spell: Gravity Lock."

"Advance Spell: World Isolation."

In an instant, a colossal magic circle materialized above Desmond, its reach extending even beyond Weston's own. The energy within churned violently, akin to a sudden breach in the vast sea. The immense pressure emitted by Weston, now a Grandmaster Wizard, caused some of the weaker students to faint immediately. He showcased his full power, simultaneously casting three spells.

"Evacuate the students!" Quinn, the head of the academy's security department, commanded the staff and white-robed figures, taking charge of the situation.

As the students hurriedly departed, leaving only the seasoned individuals such as the Steel Legion mercenaries, Vesta, Greyson, the city lord's wife, Violet, and the academy staff, a sense of distress washed over them. They valiantly resisted the oppressive force and mental assault emanating from Desmond's aura.

Glancing at him, they struggled to comprehend how his body could harbor a creature that had previously existed only in legends.

"The Principal was right. He truly is a monster," muttered one of the staff members, his eyes filled with despair upon witnessing Desmond's stoic presence amidst the massive magic circle hovering above him.

Jessy maintained her cold expression, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. "Looks like he has truly lost control of his body."

With her keen gaze, Jessy discerned that even within the enshrouding darkness, Desmond's eyes held an empty reflection, devoid of soul.

Meanwhile, Vesta cast a worried glance toward his daughter. From a distance, he observed Diana crouched amidst the students, her countenance overtaken by desolation as she wept with a vacant expression.

Not far from her, Elizabeth fared somewhat better. Although she maintained her focus on the ongoing battle between Desmond and the academy, she failed to realize her own nails had already pierced her skin, causing a steady flow of blood.

"B-b-brother," Alice, imprisoned within an iron cage, suddenly regained consciousness and whispered. Despite her neck still bleeding, she attempted to raise her head. However, when her eyes fell upon her brother engulfed in darkness, his presence accompanied by a colossal magic circle, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I-I'm so-sorry, brother," her voice choked with sorrow as tears streamed down her face, washing away the traces of blood. She sobbed and apologized, her voice trembling with regret.

Alice's words struck a chord with those around her, their hearts aching in response. Many felt sympathy for her, but the weight of caution prevented any reckless actions. After all, she shared blood ties with Desmond. What if she, too, were to transform into a monstrous being like her brother?

"I'm sorry, my dear," one of the women whispered inwardly, her voice filled with remorse as she secretly mended Alice's wounds. Their gaze softened, yearning to comfort her, if only they weren't subjected to the piercing glares of the men surrounding them. If circumstances permitted, they would have released Alice and provided solace.

"Look, the spell is finally taking effect!" one of the academy staff members exclaimed. The onlookers could witness numerous invisible barriers materializing around Desmond and Weston, creating a shielded enclosure. It was a spell designed to isolate the battle between Weston and Desmond in another dimension.

Only when the two combatants were no longer visible did the people breathe a collective sigh of relief.

...

Meanwhile, in the capital city, at Desmond's residence.

*boom*

The once serene meadow had transformed into a temporary battlefield. Soldiers and mages launched assaults on the protective barrier surrounding Desmond's house.

"Swordsmen, defend against the attackers!" Leona, clad in her flowing white robe, commanded her servants, who donned full armor and wielded weapons.

"Mages, reinforce the barriers!" Simultaneously, Bastian, adorned in his sturdy armor, directed his servants, draped in robes, to bolster the protective shield encompassing the house and its surroundings.

The female servants darted beyond the barrier, methodically eliminating enemy mages one by one, employing lethal precision. In contrast, the male mages diligently fortified the protective barrier, safeguarding the house and its surroundings.

Surprisingly, these combat-ready maids exhibited exceptional skill, efficiently dispatching many soldiers with their equal combat prowess. Their lithe and agile bodies gracefully evaded the assaults launched by the soldiers. However, not all of them possessed the same level of expertise, as one combat maid fell victim to a fatal strike, her heart pierced.

"Release the poison!" On the opposing side, Grimm smirked, holding a tray brimming with potions. Soldiers began hurling these concoctions, unleashing a poisonous green gas that contaminated both enemies and allies alike.

"Master Gri—M!" The soldiers, aware of Grimm's treachery, glared at him before succumbing to the poison. Leona and Bastian, their eyes bloodshot with fury, could only watch helplessly as their beloved subordinates fell victim to this despicable tactic.

"My children, please stay alive!" Leona struggled to maintain her focus on controlling and mobilizing her powers simultaneously. Her mind teemed with thoughts of Desmond and Alice. She scanned her surroundings, searching for a viable escape route.

"Honey..." Bastian sighed, understanding his wife's concerns. However, they were rendered powerless. Even if he urged his wife to flee, she insisted on facing this ordeal together.

Amongst the devoted maids, each one ready to lay down her life for their master, none objected, for their lives and hearts were entirely devoted to this family. Only Shelty, the elven slave, stood trembling in a corner, her eyes transfixed on the agonizing demise of her comrades.

"Shelty, return to your master!" Leona finally noticed Shelty's presence in the corner, her last glimmer of hope resting upon her. She couldn't fathom why her son had left behind his final recruit in this perilous situation, knowing full well the audacity of his plan.

"Yes, my lady!" A small gap appeared within the barrier, leading to a path through the surrounding forest near their home. Shelty bowed before them, tears streaming down her face, and sprinted toward the gap, driven by an indomitable resolve.