The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Near the drinks table, a lively debate unfolded amidst Elizabeth's presence. Being the daughter of a king and possessing her captivating beauty, it was only natural for numerous boys to approach her. However, amidst their conversations, they all yielded to a single boy. His haughty demeanor was apparent from the way he carried himself.

Approaching Elizabeth with a smug smile, the boy greeted her, "Hello, Miss Elizabeth. It seems we meet again for the second time." He gracefully squatted down, delicately kissing Elizabeth's hand. Observing his actions, the other boys merely scoffed, keeping their silence.

This boy, Matson, possessed a striking handsomeness. His physique was perfectly proportioned, devoid of any excess weight. His body boasted well-defined muscles, and his brown hair complemented his appearance. He stood before Elizabeth, his gaze locked upon her.

Elizabeth, feigning a smile, responded, "Yes, it is our second encounter, Master Matson." She then retrieved a handkerchief from her pocket and proceeded to wipe her hand.

Matson remained unperturbed by Elizabeth's actions. "So, has Miss Elizabeth considered the proposal I sent?" he inquired.

At the mention of the proposal, a subtle change flickered across Elizabeth's expression. "As you are aware, you must first prove yourself," she retorted, her tone laced with coldness as she regarded Matson with disdain.

"Please, Miss Elizabeth, who else is worthy of standing by your side but me, the number one genius?" Matson's words drew the ire of the other boys surrounding Elizabeth. Fury welled up within them, yet they dared not utter a word, considering Matson's evident strength from the first king's party. They clenched their fists tightly, their gazes brimming with anger.

"Hey, Eliz." Ignoring Matson's provocations, another boy stepped forward, embracing Elizabeth warmly. "It's been a while. How have you been?" Perplexed by Elizabeth's silence, he glanced downward, only to find her face flushed.

"Idiot, don't pull such stunts in public, Clark," Elizabeth scolded, chiding the boy who dared to embrace her. Though Clark may not possess the same level of handsomeness as Matson, he exuded an aura that made people feel at ease in his presence.

Witnessing his provocation falling flat, Matson redirected his attention to Clark. "Hey, loser. It's been a while. How about we continue our battle?" he taunted, hoping to reignite their rivalry.

Clark, upon hearing the mention of a battle, initially contemplated turning around and accepting the challenge. However, he felt Elizabeth tugging at his clothes, her grip firm. "Don't, Clark. This time, you might get seriously hurt," she pleaded, her expression filled with genuine concern.

"It's alright, Eliz. I'm not the same person I was years ago," Clark reassured her, taking hold of Elizabeth's hand. He then turned to face Matson. "Alright, I accept. Shall we begin?"

Matson grinned smugly. "Sure, no problem." He proceeded towards the arena but halted midway. "I hope your defeat last year taught you a valuable lesson," he jeered, his laughter echoing through the air as he continued on his way.

Clark clenched his fists, his teeth gritted as he struggled to contain his anger. "Just you wait, Matson. You'll learn your lesson soon enough." Determined, Clark followed in Matson's footsteps, his resolve unwavering.

While Matson's intentions toward Elizabeth seemed apparent, Clark understood that Matson merely targeted her to bolster his father's status. If Matson truly loved Elizabeth, Clark would willingly accept defeat and relinquish his pursuit. However, he knew that Matson's motives were rooted in strengthening his father's position.

Meanwhile, the heated debate also captured Desmond's attention.

"Mrs. Clementine, who are they?" Desmond inquired, his gaze fixated on the scene unfolding.

Clementine followed Desmond's gaze, assessing the individuals in question. "Which one?" she asked, seeking clarification.

"The arrogant one," Desmond specified.

"That would be Matson, son of Grimm. Grimm is one of the candidates for Grandmaster. His father is quite remarkable, and they say Matson is also a prodigy," Clementine explained. "There are rumors circulating that his physical abilities rival those of a 10-year-old child. He even defeated Clark, the young man who accompanies Elizabeth."

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[Scan complete!]

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-Status-

Name: Matson

Gender: Male

Age: 16 years

Race: Human

Class: Swordsman

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 9.06

Strength: 4.59

Agility: 5.52

Stamina: 2.00

Trait Effect: Arrogant (Unique)

- Temporarily increases strength and agility when fighting a weaker opponent

- Enhances the accumulation of unique energy by 0.003

- Instills fear in weaker adversaries

"Quite impressive, wouldn't you say?" Clementine remarked, observing Desmond's reaction.

Maintaining a stoic expression, Desmond nodded. "Indeed, it seems so." However, inwardly, he marveled at Matson's abilities. Little did he know, Matson was also rumored to possess the potential for a future dual-class advancement, a prospect that held immense significance within their world.

Desmond's unimpressed expression remained unchanged as he listened to Clementine's explanation. "So, what about the other one?" he inquired, curious about Clark.

"Clark is the son of Albin and Yasi, former aristocrats. He's quite different from Matson. Clark and Elizabeth have known each other since childhood. Elizabeth often visits Clark's mother's clothing shop," Clementine shared.

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[Scan complete!]

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-Status-

Name: Clark

Gender: Male

Age: 16 years

Race: Human

Class: Swordsman

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 9.06

Strength: 5.15

Agility: 6.00

Stamina: 2.00

Trait Effect: Fairness (Unique)

- Temporarily increases strength and agility over time when fighting an enemy with evil traits

- Enhances the accumulation of unique energy by 0.003

- Regeneration +50% when on the verge of death

]

"Hmm?" Desmond's sudden change in expression piqued Clementine's curiosity. "What's wrong?" She began to let her imagination run wild, considering the possibility of romantic interest between Desmond and Clark.

Desmond flinched at the assumption. 'Why would she think I'm interested in men?' he wondered. "No, I want to make a bet on who will win between Clark and Matson," he clarified.

Excitement filled Clementine's eyes upon hearing Desmond's request. "Alright, you're on! Who do you choose?"

"Clark," Desmond confidently declared. He had faith in Clark, perceiving him as the protagonist of the situation. Glancing at Clark's stats, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. 'His trait buff is quite unfair,' Desmond thought. To assess his chances, he called upon the system to simulate a battle between himself and Clark.

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Creating Task...

Used 1 Slot

Status: Working 0%

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[Working 50%...]

[Status: Completed ]

[Saving to Database...]

[Data Saved!]

[System Conclusion: The host has an 80% chance of winning in a regular match. However, in a death match, the host's chances of winning drop to 30%. This is based on the target's regeneration ability and the host's evil traits.]

'As expected. Well, there's still room for improvement,' Desmond thought, contemplating the various strategies he could employ to increase his chances of winning.

Clementine was perplexed by Desmond's unwavering confidence. "Isn't this your first time here? Why do you have so much faith in him?" she inquired.

"It's just a gut feeling," Desmond replied, his mind already racing with tactics to maximize his advantage. He then glanced at Clementine. "So, Mrs. Clementine, if I win, you owe me a favor."

Clementine laughed, amused by Desmond's proposal. "Sure, I accept. But if you lose, you have to approach my daughter and, if possible, consider marriage." Her intention was clear—to make Desmond her son-in-law. She had recognized his potential from the moment she laid eyes on him.

"Alright, no problem," Desmond responded nonchalantly. Marriage held little significance to him; it was merely another bargaining chip. Even in his previous world, he had been engaged to several wealthy princesses.

Satisfied with Desmond's immediate agreement, Clementine beamed. "Great! I'll do my best to make my daughter like you," she exclaimed. "Let's go; it seems the match is about to begin."

As they made their way toward the training hall, Desmond suddenly remembered something. 'Ah, I forgot. She has her own match as well,' he thought, glancing at Clementine, who appeared unfazed by her daughter's impending match.