The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Annie and Laura's fury surged through them like a fiery storm as they heard their young master being insulted. Their eyes blazed with indignation, and their voices crackled with intensity. "Watch your damn words, you miserable bitch!"

With swift determination, Laura seized Katrina's collar, her grip tight as steel, while Annie brandished a gleaming dagger, pressing it against Katrina's trembling neck. Though they had recently taken up positions as servants in Desmond's grand house, the deep-rooted loyalty they felt for their master kindled an unyielding resentment at the audacity of anyone daring to insult him.

The atmosphere within the Guild froze in stunned disbelief as this sudden transformation unfolded before their eyes. Gasps escaped from onlookers' lips, their bodies immobilized by the sight of two once-smiling and amiable women transforming into fierce and brutal warriors.

The Guild guards sprang into action, hurrying to intervene and diffuse the escalating tension. Gradually, the storm within Annie and Laura subsided, but the smoldering embers of anger still flickered in their eyes, revealing that the wounds of their master's disrespect had not yet healed.

"Fine! If you're so desperate for that ungrateful wretch, go ahead and search my room on the top floor, in the corner!" Katrina's voice reverberated with seething rage, echoing through the vast expanse of the Guild building. Her words carried a thunderous weight, ensuring that every ear present registered her challenge. Gasping for breath, she glared intensely at the two women standing before her.

Annie and Laura huffed dismissively, their expressions clouded with determination, as they turned towards the stairs, their footsteps echoing with purpose.

...

Upon reaching Desmond's room, they wasted no time, their frustration driving them to forcefully shatter the door. As their eyes fell upon Desmond lying motionless on the floor, a gasp escaped their lips, mingling with a cascade of tears.

"Young master..."

Gently, they examined Desmond's battered form, their hearts sinking with every bandage and injury they encountered. He lay there, his face serene but marred by the pain he endured, his right hand conspicuously absent.

Laura's eyes widened in horror, her trembling lips unable to contain the flood of tears that streamed down her rosy cheeks. Annie, her heart heavy with unease, stared at Desmond's wounded state, a mixture of anguish and anger swelling within her.

As Desmond stirred, his consciousness returning, he opened his eyes only to be met with the sight of two familiar maids weeping before him.

"Young master!"

Laura's voice trembled with both relief and anguish as she enveloped Desmond's fragile body in a desperate embrace, inadvertently causing him pain. Meanwhile, Annie, standing at a slight distance, tears streaming down her face, felt a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her as she gazed upon Desmond's missing right hand.

"Please... please, calm down," Desmond managed to utter weakly, attempting to assuage their distress. However, before he could finish his sentence, Annie, consumed by a fierce determination, abruptly rose to her feet, her gaze fixed on the exit.

"That vile creature must be behind this!" Annie's eyes blazed with a ferocious intent, her hand gripping both sword and dagger, their steel gleaming ominously.

At the sound of Annie's declaration, Laura's attention shifted from Desmond to her companion, a shared understanding flickering between them. They exchanged a resolute look, united by a common purpose.

As they moved to leave the room, their steps resolute and minds set on vengeance, Desmond's voice called out, halting them in their tracks.

"STOP!!"

Desmond's voice, though not as thunderous as Katrina's scream, possessed a commanding presence that sent shivers down Annie and Laura's spines, causing their hair to stand on end.

"Haven't the previous maids informed you?" Each word Desmond spoke pierced their hearts like a dagger.

"Help me up and assist me in getting dressed!" His instructions were delivered with unwavering authority, prompting them to spring into immediate action.

...

Within seconds, Desmond was finally dressed and stood before Annie and Laura, his gaze fixated upon them. The initial worry they harbored now gave way to a creeping fear of his impending wrath.

"The Guild is not responsible for this. Let's return to the house first, and then I will explain everything."

Desmond understood the reason behind the previous maids' exceptional care. In his old world, he had learned the importance of treating employees well if he desired their genuine service and unwavering loyalty. Since then, he had always treated his subordinates with kindness and respect. However, it didn't mean they could act arbitrarily.

Indirectly, he had established rules that delineated what must be done and what was prohibited.

After conveying his instructions, they made their way towards the lower floor of the Guild, with Annie and Laura lending their support to Desmond's weakened form.

...

*Thump*

*Thump*

*Creak*

As Desmond descended the stairs, an eerie emptiness permeated the lower floor of the Guild. However, what awaited them was far more shocking than they could have anticipated.

Annie and Laura had initially assumed that the person they were retrieving would be someone of great fame or an esteemed individual of high status, based on their attire resembling that of maids. Yet, reality presented them with the complete opposite.

A child, with only one hand and tattered garments resembling rags, his face hidden behind a veil, being lovingly attended to by the two captivating women. It was as if Annie and Laura were escorting their adopted child from an orphanage, their radiant beauty fueling the envy of onlookers.

...

Desmond and his devoted servants continued their leisurely stroll until they reached the exit of the Guild. Desmond couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment at the events that had unfolded before him.

Almost every gaze cast upon him brimmed with malice, some individuals even shattering their own glasses upon sight of him. He witnessed heads turning with gaping mouths, unable to comprehend the spectacle that had just unfolded.

Upon reaching the Guild's entrance, Desmond took a moment to survey the scene before him. Above the receptionist's table, a prominent sign displayed the name 'Raven Soul Guild.' Numerous chairs were scattered in front of the table, occupied by mercenaries engaged in various activities—eating, conversing, and simply relaxing.

Desmond's gaze met Katrina's contemptuous stare, prompting him to express his gratitude with a humble bow before departing with his two faithful maids.

...

The silence that had enveloped the Guild was shattered by sudden bursts of exuberant shouts and laughter.

The first person to be taken aback was Katrina, who had once commanded and cared for Desmond.

"Was he actually a good person?" Observing Desmond, who was being supported by his maids as he walked, Katrina couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for disregarding his pleas for help. She shook her head, attempting to dispel the lingering thoughts, but they stubbornly clung to her mind.

Unlike the Guild members who rejoiced and exchanged drinks, Katrina's conscience troubled her.

"I nearly struck the child's head!"

"Indeed! If only he hadn't intervened, I might have caught that maid."

"That child has such impeccable manners; he truly understands the meaning of respect."

The people in the Guild mistakenly believed that Desmond's gratitude was directed towards them, unaware that it was solely intended for Katrina. Desmond himself remained oblivious to the impact of his actions.

In this world, a simple gesture of crossing one's chest and offering a slight bow is generally interpreted as a sign of respect. However, a bow of ninety degrees carries deeper significance, reserved for individuals whom they hold immense reverence for, or even the king.

Unintentionally, Desmond had inadvertently flattered the Guild members, providing them with a newfound sense of appreciation.

...

On their way to Desmond's house, confusion clouded his expression, while Annie and Laura cast concerned glances in his direction. As they traversed the streets, they couldn't help but notice the heightened attention they garnered from those around them. Whispers and curious gazes followed their every step.