The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Chapter 193 - Diana's Improvement

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"Sir!" a soldier wearing armor without a helmet entered, pushed the door so hard which made the surface of the house tremble.

The soldier's eyes swept across the empty space in front of him in panic. In that instant, his gaze found the person he was looking for.

On the other hand, Vesta frowned at the sudden arrival of his subordinate; he stared at him coldly, sitting on a chair with his arms crossed. "Speak."

Vesta's voice echoed and repeatedly shrilled in the soldier's ears; on the other hand, he also became nervous seeing his cold, calm, heart-piercing gaze.

"Master Desmond was seen getting out of his horse carriage for a moment, but strangely he entered again and not yet out until now." The soldier delivered this message from his captain in one breath, taking a deep breath after that.

He was also confused when he received this information; not only was this rich boy's behavior bizarre, staying silent inside like a shy princess, even his Guardian suddenly became interested, placing soldiers to watch over this boy movement.

"En. You can go. " Vesta replied. At first, he was excited to hear the news regarding Desmond, but his hopes had vanished when he heard the details.

Just as he thought this was over, Vesta saw that his subordinates had not yet left; he sighed and gaze at him casually.

Before, he realized his mistake that the aura he released earlier while pondering about the problem with the Demons made him irritated and helpless. "Speak."

Hearing that his Guardian's tone was no longer as cold as before, the soldier immediately spoke, "Sir ... actually, we have a little problem." Luckily he didn't forget and remembered to pass on information from his captain about the mercenaries who wanted to ask for spoil war after the battle.

"Tsk, tsk," Vesta hissed; he held his forehead, having a headache and tired. "After all, mercenaries are still mercenaries; they are no different from merchants, seeking for profit. Still, they have an advantage in fighting but lack of negotiation that distinguishes them from merchants. 

"But this trait is more tolerable than those merchants…." Vesta was dazed, saying to himself before turning back to his subordinates, "Split the results of this battle in half, and give permission to the mercenaries to start mutilating the beast's body, we don't have much time and also ... "

Vesta paused for a moment, took a breath and continued, "They are more skilled in this field."

"Ye...Yes, sir!" The soldier answered and immediately went to carry out Vesta's orders without waiting for an answer or his consent to leave.

Vesta didn't take this to heart because he had been fighting with his soldiers for years unless they were in the throne room; only then a polite manner was needed. Too strict formalities were not necessary for a war situation.

Vesta finally got up from his chair with the soldier has left and opened the door to leave this room.

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After he opened the door, Vesta witnessed the busy villagers receiving and serving his soldiers or the mercenaries like heroes.

This was very shocking for them, the mercenaries, and the soldiers because previously to the treatment of the villagers were very cold even after saving their village from a beast attack, which ultimately resulted in the mercenaries asking for rewards.

Vesta, who saw this, understood the source of the problem, "Well, at least the misunderstanding has been resolved." He glanced at the sky and found a twilight sky accompanied by the sound of birds slowly moving away.

The light from the setting sun made his vision dazzled for a moment before finally, the light gradually dimmed, welcoming the chill of the night.

Walking towards the horse carriage, the clothes he wore attracted a lot of attention. Vesta just smiled at the people saluting him along the way.

After he reached the front door of his horse carriage, Vesta glanced to the side, far away from his location where Desmond's horse carriage was located was, with mixed feelings.

"Sigh, I hope Mr. Sanders is wrong this time," With a sigh, he pushed open the carriage door.

"Father!" Diana, who had been waiting for her father to come in as she saw from the window immediately threw herself at him.

"Hop, hahaha, you are light as usual, my princess." Vesta laughed; the cold expression or the pressure air that had just been emitted disappeared immediately, replaced with a happy expression like a father with his daughter.

"Hehe," Smiling at this, Diana rubbed her cheeks against her father's shirt, after which she came down and saw her father's expression, "Is there anything wrong, father?" Diana was sensitive, realizing that her father's smile was a little different from usual.

"Umm. Nothing. " Vesta averted his eyes while rubbed his daughter's head. Before his daughter wanted to argue, he changed the topic, "So what happens?"

Vesta glanced at his daughter with a smile. This was unusual for her to act like this. He remembers his daughter stopped acting like a child about 6 years ago.

From his years of experiences as a father, if all of a sudden his daughter's acting like this, then that means there is something she is very proud of and wants to show off.

"Hehe," Hearing this, Diana just chuckled, did not answer. Not waiting much time, she then turned around and chanted a spell.

"Holy Fire."

The surrounding energy gathered on her hand slowly formed a form of fiery flames; apart from carrying hot air, these flames did not seem to burn her beautiful slender hands either.

Vesta panicked for a moment, but seeing his daughter freely controlling the fire meant she had mastered it, "Good job." He clapped while looking at her in amazement.

The fire made by Diana was not an ordinary fire, as big as a handball and has a different color, white as if giving off a holy aura at the same time.

"Hehehe, this time, my chances of winning are increased against that brat." Diana laughed; different from the pure and lady-like laughter before this time, Diana's laughter seemed to contain excessive pride and self-confidence.

Not only can she change the shape of the fire according to her imagination, but Diana can also even increase the size of this fire.

"This…" Vesta muttered incredulously. Even though he is a swordsman, he still understands common things about a Wizard / Witch.

What his daughter did this time was equivalent to a Wizard / Witch 1st class. Where they could easily manipulate the elements they used, but then he realized something was wrong.

"Princess, don't overdo it, or a dark spot will be formed under your eyes." Vesta smiled; for an instant, he almost got fooled by his daughter's trick. 

It is impossible for someone who has not entered 1st class can control elements freely without draining a lot of energy. He narrowed his eyes and found an empty bottle of potion lying on the table behind her.