The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

The following day, Desmond awoke and made his way to Alice's room, just as he always did. However, there was a noticeable difference this time—the presence of their parents.

Bastian and Leona had requested additional time off, citing the reason of "stabilizing our children's mentality." Seeing the state of Desmond and Alice, Noel, their caretaker, could only shake her head and grant them the requested time off. From that moment on, Desmond's family truly came alive, with Bastian and Leona becoming substitute teachers.

Their peaceful life commenced, and three years swiftly passed.

...

Within an underground lair, a young boy of approximately six years old skillfully evaded a barrage of fireballs launched at him. His movements were agile, seamlessly crouching, jumping, and utilizing the walls as support.

Sweat trickled down the boy's body, his face flushed with exertion. Despite his fatigue, his eyes sparkled with an unwavering determination.

Having successfully navigated through the traps, the boy took slow steps forward until he reached a small door.

"Excellent! These three years of hard work have paid off." The child in question was Desmond. In addition to training with his father, he had secretly ventured into the underground at night, unbeknownst to his parents.

Desmond scrutinized the door before him, his gaze intent. With a determined push, he attempted to open it.

*Creak* The door emitted an audible squeak but remained stubbornly shut. "Hmm? I thought I exerted enough strength." Undeterred, Desmond pushed against the door once more, this time applying more force.

*Creak* *Creak* Finally, the door yielded, but only slightly. Frustration etched across his features, Desmond raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Fine, if that's how you want it!"

Summoning every ounce of his might, Desmond exerted all his strength against the door. Despite his efforts, the door merely inched forward from its previous position. Anger welled up within him, tempting him to unleash his fury upon the unyielding obstacle. However, his irritation was momentarily interrupted by a notification that materialized before him. "Ah, I see.

After agility, it's now a test of strength. How intriguing."

Desmond shrugged his shoulders, unfazed by the notification before him. "It feels like cheating, but hey, it's a free attribute boost anyway." Excitement coursed through him, spurring him to make further attempts until his stamina was completely depleted.

...

Exhausted, Desmond collapsed onto his back, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling adorned with intricate spiderwebs. He summoned his strength to inquire about his current status. "Status."

[Scanning Host's Body...]

[Scan Complete!]

-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 6 years

Race: Human

Class: Swordsman

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 8.76

Strength: 7.04 -> 12.04 -> 14.48

Agility: 0.44 -> 5.44 -> 6.52

Stamina: 2.63 -> 3.15]

Gazing at his improved stats, Desmond couldn't help but feel content. "I understand now. This is the advantage of possessing a unique trait. I couldn't have made such progress through sheer hard work alone."

His satisfaction dimmed, however, upon observing his class status. A frown tugged at his features. "But it seems that being classified as a Wizard requires a special technique."

Desmond rose to his feet and cast a final glance at the door, contemplating for a moment. "Forget it, perhaps another time." He turned his back on the door, retraced his steps, and made his way back to the exit, ultimately leaving the underground lair behind.

...

Stepping out into the open air, Desmond found himself greeted by the bright sky that seared his vision. Instinctively, he shielded his eyes with his hand. "Huh?" He fell silent, his expression shifting to one of surprise before erupting into an exclamation. "Shit!

I've been underground for far too long." Swiftly, he activated a custom spell, enveloping his body in a protective enchantment, and hastened toward his room.

Upon reaching the entrance to his room, Desmond glanced around, his breath escaping in a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness, no one is awake yet." Pushing open the door, he entered cautiously.

...

After a few minutes of feigning sleep, Desmond finally resolved to leave his room. He made his way to Alice's door and rapped gently. As expected, there was no response. Undeterred, Desmond descended to the first floor and made his way toward the dining room. Upon entering, he discovered his entire family gathered in a somber atmosphere. Confusion gripped him.

"Huh? What's going on? Did they find out?" Panic coursed through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest.

When Bastian caught sight of Desmond awakening, his voice rang out, laced with urgency and anticipation. "Come hither, Desmond," he beckoned, his tone carrying a sense of importance.

Desmond made his way over, settling down beside Alice. The transformation in her appearance was striking. Alice had blossomed into a captivating young lady, her figure slender and graceful, her skin smooth and velvety to the touch. Her long legs accentuated her allure, though one couldn't help but notice that her breasts were still in the midst of growth.

In that moment, Desmond's recollection of what the system had imparted to him during his time in the womb resurfaced. A realization began to dawn on him, accompanied by a faint muttering within his mind. "Indeed, as far as my knowledge extends, even without the influence of magic, Westerners do tend to mature at a faster pace...," he ruminated internally.

Casting a sidelong glance at Alice, he felt his perception of the world slowly shifting, his preconceived notions giving way to a broader understanding.

"Good morning, brother," Alice greeted him, her voice dripping with allure, accompanied by a smile that possessed the power to ignite wars between kingdoms.

Desmond had grown accustomed to Alice's ever-evolving nature. He gazed at her for a fleeting moment before responding with a forced smile. "Morning, sis. You grow more captivating with each passing day."

Alice's countenance lit up upon hearing his praise, her smile widening into a radiant expression. Finally, she chuckled, breaking the enchanting atmosphere. "Alright, alright. Let's focus, shall we? Father and Mother wish to discuss matters concerning the academy."

After three years had elapsed, not only had Desmond become more striking and mature, but changes had also taken place within Alice. Gone was the lazy demeanor that once defined her, replaced by a newfound seriousness and dedication. Ever since the incident that occurred three years ago, Alice had undergone a profound transformation, shedding her earlier facade of a mere younger sister.

One thing, however, had remained constant throughout: Alice's unwavering love for Desmond. If anything, her passion had only intensified in the aftermath of that fateful event.

*Ahem* Clearing her throat, Leona interjected, her voice resonating with a motherly authority. "Enough with the idle chatter, young ones. Let us first address this matter at hand." With those words, she produced a letter adorned with the seal of the king.

Desmond arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Is that missive from the king?" he inquired, his gaze fixated on the letter.

As all eyes turned towards the missive, Bastian took the initiative to speak up, breaking the momentary silence. *Ahem* "Allow me to provide an explanation." His voice commanded attention, setting the stage for the forthcoming discussion.

"This morning, we received a message from Noel, urging us to return to the troops," Bastian began, his voice carrying a sense of duty and obligation. "Having taken three years off, we couldn't possibly refuse such an order. In addition to Noel's message, we also received a letter from King Edward, announcing an upcoming grand party.

It is believed that this gathering will address the long overdue selection of the grandmaster."

"Only those who have been elected hold the honor of receiving an invitation, as a symbol of a profound bond," he continued, his gaze shifting to Desmond and Alice, the weight of responsibility evident in his eyes.

"Given the urgency of the border situation, your father and I cannot attend," Leona interjected, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and determination. "Reports from Noel indicate that the situation has worsened, with relentless attempts by assassins to breach our defenses." As she spoke of the assassins, Leona's expression turned to one of disdain, her gaze growing piercingly serious.

Alice, displaying her unwavering resolve, spoke up. "Okay, no problem, as long as I am with Desmond." Her eyes locked with Desmond's as she firmly held his hand.

Desmond responded with a concise affirmation. "Yes," he conceded, aware that the party would undoubtedly bring its fair share of challenges. Troublesome situations seemed to arise endlessly, leaving little room for peace in his world. A sigh escaped his lips, a quiet acknowledgment of the ongoing turmoil he had become accustomed to.

Bastian and Leona exchanged a glance before redirecting their attention to Desmond and Alice, nodding in approval. "We are glad that you both accept this responsibility, and we apologize for leaving you once again," Bastian conveyed, his tone laced with a tinge of remorse.

"No problem at all, you can go as long as you need," Alice responded, her voice devoid of any bitterness. Years of being left behind had shifted her loyalty to Desmond, and she no longer harbored the same longing for her parents' return as long as they remained in contact.

Leona, taken aback by Alice's change in demeanor, flinched slightly. "Sweetie, don't say that; we will definitely come back," she reassured her daughter, her concern evident in her voice.

"Yes, this is merely a temporary separation. We will return," Leona emphasized, contemplating the influence her teachings of spells and elements might have had on Alice's evolving personality.

"Alright, alright. Okay, then see you later, father and mother," Desmond replied, his tone relaxed, which only served to heighten Leona and Bastian's concerns.

"Remember what I told you three years ago, my boy," Bastian interjected, a hint of seriousness underlying his words.

"Yes, yes," Desmond replied nonchalantly, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.

With that, Bastian and Leona departed by train, Leona catching a glimpse of Desmond's waving hand through the window, while Alice's attention remained fixed solely on Desmond's face.