The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

[Mind Spell canceled]

Desmond's body swiftly returned to its normal state as the mind spell was abruptly canceled. "Power Boost! Body Enhancement, Body Enhancement, Body Enhancement!" he called out, his veins pulsating with a fiery red hue. Muscles hardened and his form disappeared from view.

Swoosh!

Just as Desmond activated his skills, a swift gust of wind, accompanied by a drop in temperature and an overwhelming killing intent, sliced through the space where he had been standing. Fortunately, Desmond had anticipated the attack and vanished.

Crash!

The forces of nature converged on the spot where Desmond once stood, colliding with tremendous impact. Electricity crackled, earth trembled, water surged, and fire blazed, causing the guild receptionist's table to crumble under the elemental clash.

BOOM!

Desmond swiftly ascended the stairs, reaching the guild platform where he took a seat, his gaze fixed on the unfolding chaos. With his agility now on par with a first-class swordsman and augmented power coursing through his veins, Desmond moved as swiftly as a cheetah.

Amidst the turmoil, no one noticed the unnatural speed and reflexes displayed by Desmond. However, what alarmed them even more was the audacity of someone launching an attack on the guild in broad daylight!

Cough...

Cough...

The guild's inhabitants coughed, enveloped in the swirling dust created by the elemental clash. As the haze cleared, Katrina emerged, surrounded by a group of guild guards.

"Who dares to perpetrate this atrocity?" Katrina's eyes blazed with fiery red intensity as she locked her gaze on the black-clad figures before her. She had shed her guild attire and donned armor, brandishing a sword in her hands.

Katrina was taken aback. She had never anticipated the guild hall turning into a battlefield. Did these assailants believe the guild had grown so feeble that they could sow chaos with impunity?

Realizing that if the guild's reputation as an impregnable safe haven was tarnished, numerous mercenaries would abandon the guild and pursue their own individual endeavors, Katrina seethed with fury. 'Such audacity,' she thought, 'they possess no regard for the consequences of their actions!'

...

Dual class?!

Desmond remained seated on the platform, utterly astonished as he observed Katrina deftly maneuvering amidst the guild guards. "So, there are a few rats in this guild," he contemplated, a sense of revelation washing over him.

Katrina's fury intensified as she caught sight of the emblem emblazoned on the robes of the assailants. Never in her wildest dreams had she suspected that individuals she interacted with on a daily basis, laughing and conversing, could be traitors to the guild.

One of the black-robed individuals took a bold step forward, locking eyes with Katrina, his gaze unwavering despite the tension in the air. "Calm down, Ms. Katrina," he addressed her, his voice laced with an odd mix of confidence and detachment. "Our sole target is that kid. A coin for the mission, and we can indulge in our favorite brew.

That's the life of a mercenary, isn't it, my friends?" He turned around, seeking validation from his comrades.

To his dismay, he was met with expressions of disgust and cold disdain. The other mercenaries regarded him as though he were a wretched servant of the underworld.

**SMASH!**

Suddenly, one of the mercenaries hurled a glass of beer, aiming directly at the robed man's head. "Shut the hell up, you pathetic excuse for a human! We're not as lowly as you. Attacking a defenseless child?"

The robed man stood there, stunned, as a rivulet of blood trickled down his face from the shattered glass. He let out a chuckle, tainted with madness. "Bitch, can't you see the irony? We're all cut from the same cloth, aren't we? Haha." His companion tried to conjure a spell, only to be swiftly incapacitated by Katrina, who had silently closed in, wielding the hilt of her sword.

"Take them into custody, guards," Katrina commanded, her voice devoid of its usual warmth. She then cast an icy gaze upon the guild members. "Now, let's not deceive ourselves before I take further action."

The guild members exchanged bewildered glances, confusion etched across their faces. However, as Katrina's piercing gaze swept over them, an inexplicable chill crept up their spines. She fixated her intimidating stare into the eyes of each guild member, ensuring she didn't miss the one responsible for the betrayal she sought.

"No other culprits? Excellent," she remarked with a sigh of relief.

Her attention shifted back to the traitor before her. "Lock them away in the depths of the basement. Provide them meager rations, enough to keep them alive. We must present them to the Guild Master," she decreed, her voice carrying an air of finality.

"Yes, Miss," the guards acknowledged in unison.

In the guild, it was no secret how deeply Katrina's wrath could burn, and her transition into this fierce persona no longer surprised them. They had witnessed her unyielding determination on countless occasions.

"Enough, Mr. Desmond. You may step down from the platform," Katrina's voice resonated, a calmness settling over her words, and her smile softened, lending warmth to her otherwise stern countenance.

Desmond lowered himself onto the wooden plank, his gaze locked onto Katrina's unwaveringly. He knew she had been fully aware of his position and capabilities since the outset of the skirmish. All eyes in the room now fixated on him, awaiting the next turn of events.

A gentle smile curved Katrina's lips, her once-cold eyes now a mesmerizing shade of azure. "We are relieved to see that you have emerged unscathed. We deeply apologize for our oversight, as it nearly cost you your life," she expressed, her voice laced with sincerity, as she offered a respectful bow.

Desmond's response came forth, his voice filled with a sense of acceptance. "That's alright, as long as we're on the same page now." Gradually, his muscles relaxed, and the pulsating veins in his arms receded. He felt a slight fatigue and soreness from exerting his Power Boost and employing various sword-fighting techniques.

Observing Desmond's guard diminishing, Katrina stood tall and composed. "I apologize. Let me fetch you a fresh scroll," she offered sincerely.

This time, Desmond only had to wait for a brief interval of ten seconds before Katrina returned, holding a newly unfurled scroll in her hands. She guided him to the designated spot on the left side. "Let's start anew," she proposed.

Desmond's eyes widened as he took in the substantial size of the scroll. Following Katrina's instructions, she pointed to a square resembling a modern photo frame. Adjacent to it, relevant information such as genre, full name, class, and skills were displayed.

Presenting him with a small dagger, Desmond was instructed to make a shallow cut on his hand and allow a few drops of blood to fall onto the scroll. As his blood made contact, the photo frame transformed, now showcasing his face alongside updated information.

[

Name: Desmond

Genre: Male

Race: Human

Age: 7

Class: -

Skills: Sword

]

Both Desmond and Katrina furrowed their brows as they absorbed the contents displayed before them. Other guild members gathered around the scroll, unknowingly encircling Desmond's personal information.

"Incredible. He's just a kid?" one of them exclaimed incredulously.

"Yeah, seems like it. A mere child," another responded.

A third guild member chimed in, a mocking tone lacing their words. "Hey kid, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be sipping your mother's milk? Haha."

Initially driven by curiosity regarding Desmond's background, given the onslaught of assassins he had faced, their laughter now suggested they assumed he was the offspring of some affluent figure.

Desmond's appearance, demeanor, and bearing never betrayed the fact that he was merely a 7-year-old child.

"This isn't good," he pondered silently, an inkling of worry creeping into his thoughts.

Recalling the scroll of rules he had perused, Desmond remembered the age requirement—15 years old or above—to register as a mercenary.

Katrina, too, found herself perplexed. She had personally witnessed Desmond's prowess as a class 1st swordsman, his agility and speed unparalleled. It was difficult for her to reconcile his exceptional skills with his young age.

The information she had received from Grimm's subordinates indicated the presence of a mysterious individual—a disabled child aged 15 or older, possessing a single arm.

Rapidly processing these details in her mind, Katrina turned her attention back to Desmond, who mirrored her furrowed expression.

"As you may know, kid, we don't accept children into our ranks," she addressed him, altering her tone and manner of addressing him.

"Yeah, I understand. Thank you for taking the time to consider me, ma'am," Desmond replied graciously before promptly departing. He comprehended that no matter the explanations he offered, it would prove impossible for him to join as a mercenary at his tender age.

"You're welcome. Return when you're older," Katrina bid him farewell, waving him off with a hint of longing in her eyes.